LO-D
LOVE HUNCHES

Tan ...

I envy the wind. He only knows where to aim. And in this part the decision for me has arrived. I woke up rude. My legs were forced into those burly hands. Feeling the signal of self-humiliation.

In front of me is not just anyone. It's time I emptied myself of that empty room. Mr. Abraham arrived, asked the priest and one of the policemen to take me.

“Stop or you guys regret,” I said threaten. Trying to fight the injustice that has hit me. I'm not flinching. The look on my face and eyes showed great annoyance.

Outside the Church, I was looking forward to the city people who had previously focused on their own noise. But after that change, their attention was on me. Other police officers stand guard in the outside area.

I don't know what kind of world I've been accidentally challenging. I didn't even notice. Really for the sake of Dee who was not clear honesty from the beginning, willing me to challenge the fictional world. A world that was even more dangerous than the misery in that hill house. But it's still simple.

“Daddy, he's not *******!” said a girl kept trying to get her father to pay attention. You already know who.

“Helen? What the fuck are you!”

“Helen? That name ...” I said in my heart.

With a little energy essence, Dee tried to save my troubles. Only he can be expected. I can't blame him for this. I also immerse feelings. Trying to keep the impeccable.

“Stop!” the order of a man who suddenly entered the Church.

“Stop,” the door once more.

It was quite influential, because the rough hands of the priests and police were momentarily no longer clutching. It's like there's an unusual charisma. I'm not relieved enough. It looks like he is a tall man with a masculine green scarf around his neck.

Her hair was somewhat flabby, her pupils were round, and her face was Indian-style. It has a million question marks. Showing the mimic of generosity. I was sad at that time.

Even though the man had not noticed that I was admiring him. While he was preoccupied with the attention, Dee spent time wishing wholeheartedly that he should have introduced me to his father honestly.

The opposite he did was very wrong. He even lied about the manuscript. What could he do to lie?

Even though I escaped the grip, Mr. Abraham actually picked up his daughter. I felt awkward when I put my last look before I actually left.

I've never really talked to him. Just a fight about the silliness of the strange world of his design that is trapping me. I'll tell you later, it's not time you guys knew crazy things before.

And I know how to get back. But the promise of saving the freedom that brother Dee meant, was holding back my will.

And usually there is always brother Rey accompany when troubled. The memory of the last encounter as it fell into the cliff of a hill, repeatedly flashed through my mind. Such is.

“Youth!” that blond guy.

“Aren't you the one accused? Or perhaps, stricken by the rigors of life due to lack of flying hours? I saw your news on television. The peelability of the reporters was faster than I imagined. Do you want to say that you're lost in life?” questions continued.

“I?” I'm a little shy.

I didn't think it would be that fast. It was truly the craziest dream I ever had. I just want to quit that stupid game Oh my God. My memory returned quickly.

I can't believe that memory is important. I hope my real self is asleep while Rey and mom laugh at my silly slings in the room. At least as soon as my heart's mind wails.

“But, I'm still not sure. Heh .. They should have just doused me with hot water. No, I mean, hah .. shit! I regret having to bet a dream that is not-not,” complained me deeply, as if I did not want to bother responding to the man's question earlier.

I don't understand God's handwriting. I hope to go back and give up. Don't want to dig up anymore threads of trouble. In fact, my mission is to find the location and meaning of God's handwriting that my mother means I have not noticed.

Although the manuscript and the book Family Moon were clues, my brain was still unable to reach the intent of the Handwriting of God, which my mother asked me to find the answer to Dee myself.

This is something I have to tell you right from the beginning of the story. In Dee's dream plot, I was a handsome adult man but was losing you self-esteem long ago.

So does Dee. You guys still don't understand this far? I'll just continue. There is love and mystery that I must be willing to fight and solve.

I'll tell you the symbol later. And is the man with the unique mustache really more cruel than the devil as the world speaks? Friends, you know who I mean; remember back ‘overture’ this story if you forget. And remember who plays Dee.

I don't think in the book lies the answer to the cause of my mother's psychological changes at the time. There's a living thing that's breathing full of flavor, keeping that key. Written but implied.

But, sorry for just telling you now. Well, that's what happened. I got my memory back. Memory in a dream. A dream that I also wanted myself besides Dee. Prayer from my mother.

The result of a collaboration between two appeals of women, fused to form a wild dimension and trap me in real. You'll only understand if we get to the part that's nearing the end of my dream ten years ago. Plus, you have to hook all the symbols from me.

“If there is help, I will return alone with his permission,” I said to the man, hinting at independence. “But why do you know if I don't know directions?”

“Why not?” reply the blonde guy. “You're with us."

I'm still confused.

“I'll take you to my friends' place, young man.”

Suddenly, a priest-like man stopped suddenly in front of them. He came with another cop. It was as if the uniformed creature had become their bodyguard.

“Turkish Coup!” said the blonde man.

“Should be right. We came at the behest of Mr. Erdogan, said the most visibly elderly pastor. "You, of course, don't understand the threat, do you? You think the status of the Moon Family is something the world considers safe?"

“No, I am also not interested in understanding the meaning of your words," I replied firmly and then I continued indifferently. "Why should you go there too? I can't destroy my own country. You're that stupid, huh?”

“Indeed,” said the priest.

“You have deliberately slipped and stolen a secret item that might change the identity of the Moon Family! You know the secret of the weapons of destruction. If you're executed, the world will be safe."

Such was Mr. Abraham's slander on my mother outside of the dream plot. And I have to replace him in the groove of the dream itself. I slowly began to understand at that moment.

Mother asked me to save Dee so that she wouldn't be executed and arrested. I must be willing to accept Mr. Abraham's slander, so that the world may be saved from Mr. Abraham's plan by the hidden things of the moon.

"You've been slow to carry a war signal. Then you need to hold on to what you say, young man. As you have seen, your arm could be uprooted at once your life instantly. And don't you dare to approach Princess Helen again," continued another pastor churned erratically.

“Cik ..” my chat with prestige.

“That's great, Mr. Priest. Take it easy, he'll stay with me. Well, we're leaving now, my friend. Young man come with us,” said the blonde relaxed.

He tried to protect my strength indirectly. Well, maybe.

“Tak as fast as that!” the priest said again.

“What the fuck are you! Mr. Abraham asked that he be brought to the head of state of Turkey!"

“Hey ... how could I possibly have met the leader of this country without shame? I am not too brave to waste myself in the midst of society,” I said acting plain, although my speech is pure in accordance with my heart.

“Already,” the pastor's kinsman, who looks the oldest.

Only he had exchanged voices with the blond man and the other priest was silent. Hearing the priest's bluff, I pulled in the cold air a few times. It felt like it was just about to be overwritten by a new terror.

A few seconds later I realized I really couldn't wake up again for now. But it would be more wrong if you had to pull over from the problem.

Pastors and media crews now hold the pseudo fate of some time ahead. The frozen atmosphere is now burning. Implied as there is a war warning that has long been silent.

“We need to read the world before reading the human heart. Dee, he's like that. But, you believe him, right?” the man said to me. “Rumors are just misleading truths. Is truth really a hundred percent? Just because less than a percent, can you kill the inner person? That's disgusting."

"If it's not a fact yet, it's not the ultimate truth. Such ridiculous conjectures could get people killed as well. More emergency, could spawn new killers who hate him for stupid misunderstandings! What if this guy is just the subject of rumors?” he said again with a big question.

The man's words are sure. My understanding follows feelings. To the man, there was a hidden message in his eyes. And I realized the pastor had to make an effort to be useful in the eyes of the leader.

I was also taken. I think history does that too. The number of falsifications due to rumors created from free speech without control.

“That's it later,” replied a policeman.

“You guys pretend to paint a smile to get my pride?” I said I was sorry for believing the tone of the police and the priest's falsehood.

Regardless of the inconvenience, he should be aware, the leak of important information that is the secret of history is certainly not a joke punishment. I looked down and looked at the sky anxiously.

But I salute the man, even though he and Dee have different beliefs, there is still love that he can spread. He doesn't even hate those people. It just goes against their misunderstanding. That'sthat's all.

Mom once told me, “We don't hate people because of themselves, but the hatred that is in them is just.”

“It took me some time until I got used to this prank, my pure” competed strong.

I smile. Following the steps of the police who took me nimbly and then boarded a dangerous ride. According to the clock on the church wall, it was almost dark in the afternoon.

“That kind of clothes? Really dekil.”

“What clothes ******* are like that if you are desperate?”

The words of the people there pierced my heart bone slowly.

“Say something benevolent cop. Has your president always been this wise? I want to explain this misunderstanding to Mr. Erdogan.”

There was no response from the police. They're ogling. I saw that person's face was covered in a high expression. I will be taken to a place that if not wrong, ah .. later you will know.

I guess the opposite. I finally realized there was access to my thoughts and feelings that some time in the country, reflected Dee's face. Hide love based on caring. The shortest cut of natural phrases for such a calibre.

“Hah, even love can be present in dreams,” lamented inwardly.

There was something I finally realized about myself. The reason why I didn't budge to come back soon. Even serving my moral debt to Dee to help him out of nowhere, which led to the starting point of the matter.

That doesn't even need to be repaid seeing the incredible openness between us. And like supporting my thinking, that there's love here. I've loved Dee since the beginning of this story without me knowing. And I really have to love her.

“Do!” the police officer's sudden order on his partner, taking extreme measures. Dee looked from a distance.

“Why do that?” ask Dee whose face is full of care from my blurry eyes.

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Dee …

The next day, I locked myself in my room. Thinking about saving Tan from my dream ritual and making her understand through my code.

Myself at that time can be likened to a celestial peacock without useful wings. There is no looseness matrix. My little pipit is now in the middle of a sense of hopelessness. I should have been upset. Tan, who I managed to bring into my dream plot, was finally able to become a grown man in the next ten years.

I am happy but not happy sometimes. But the pain that I created through that world was all for the good of her and her mother's status. As well as giving him a way to solve similar problems outside of the dream plot.

“Yeah, but this makes me sick. They think other people's freedom can be bought and regulated? Heh ...,” gusarku while scratching his head.

After that, I continued crying. Crying is more than drizzling. If the reach of my hand connected our hearts, Tan would be happy. Thats impossible. Far already. The tub has metamorphosed at the ends of the earth.

What should I save his freedom with? To use the seeds of foolishness cannot. Where possible. Nnnnope. I won't be able to calmly take him back to the trough face-to-face.

I'm only fully aware now. About a very shallow weakness. But somehow I still have such a strong belief in Tan. The freedom he wants is also wanted by me. I don't really remember the plot of my dream trip.

Everyone needs happiness. If you can't find it, then just cry without making a sound. Harboring sadness without a syllabus. Comedy in their own world.

The world of creation is the nature of our respective minds. A place that holds all kinds of rhythms of life. Sometimes, I sometimes daydream of wanting to quickly wake up from the great hallucinations of Tan, our main character.

But always chained curious fragments of his dream story. Because I'm also not strong enough to linger with the puzzle of our true desires. Do you think we can share the longing? Difference of faith, I know.

Back then, the issue of belief was only temporary as another bridge between us. Tan, may he be my father's dream son-in-law if he survives. Like my dream of being a little girl, with a hobby of crying.

Who always peeked at Tan fetching water in the bottom well of the hill with her brother, Rey. I want to embrace each other out of love. Nnnnope. I forgot the scene that explained it.

This dream plot story has a much more dense mystery element than the composite forbidden romance mid-story. And I have to go there after Tan. I'm just painting a piece of freedom for him.