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THE BIG TROUBLE BEGINS

Tan …

“But, I heard it myself when you ..”

“I'm just pretending. Don't you think about it. Especially in the heart. My password is great, right?” Dee smiled asking.

While continuing to direct me towards the escape route mentioned in the middle of the conversation.

Coincidentally something's been haunting me. In that second, I did not yet understand the freedom Dee meant from our story. What doyou reckon? Who knows if your mind access is more tightly connected.

For this kind of business I have not been so good at understanding. I wish I had a spare time to go through all this more deeply. My brain will be more wild, more fantastic, more simple, and more thorough. Okay, we'll just keep going again.

On this side, Dee's story traces the whole of me. Out of reason. Sometimes my eyes hurt. Even her word massage squeezed my brain into quick thinking.

There are two possibilities, I'm crazy or he's stressed. But my heart cannot turn away. With this, I urge you to endure listening to me.

“You were ... why always want to look evil?”

Dee refused to answer.

“You know, it doesn't work at all. Playwright you're still an amateur,” lest I hide the fact, that I was dazed and almost desperate because of Dee's words at that time.

“I know the secret. I know the relationship correlation, about the identity of the Moon Family and the handwriting that those astrophysicists worry about. They're looking for your mother, they want to kill her and my father."

“Looks like your father is hiding a big secret about the Moon Family. You're his daughter, right? Don't you even understand if your father thinks you're a failed product, like your brother told me? And what you brought with you the riddle in that book of prophecy,”, I said changing the direction of the conversation.

“Tan ..”

“Tell now!"

“You know that ancient manuscript you brought back then?”

“Iya,” my reply suddenly relaxed, even though the signal is lying.

“There are elements that describe how the future can be discussed clearly. Never too, was endeavored hard by Isaac Newton in search of the intent of the strange codes in it. My father once told me a little bit of abstraction about the book. I heard also, the manuscript has been returned to the Vatican guards."

"That, the culprit of the problem is the manuscript that I brought it concluded as a mere speculative summary? Did my mom really write it all down, huh?”

“Entah.”

“Now the manuscript was submitted to the President of Turkey according to the proposal of the Vatican guards.”

“Oh.”

“What's right? Manuscript or book? You always repeat two vocabulary words to mention it.”

“How I know,” reply me uncomfortable.

“All blame you excessively, until this place is temporarily exiled as a special place you are imprisoned,” Dee explained.

“I don't care about any of that anymore. You ... So that's why you accused me in Aya Sofia? You're screaming saying I'm a thief of secret goods. Because your father told you?" I don't know why I feel myself shaving.

“It turns out that the roots of human civilization that contain war, conflict, and brutality without equality, all come from it," I said again.

“What do you mean?” Dee was enlightened to be just a critical curiosity.

“I don't understand the direction of your conversation.”

“Same like the indiscriminate accusation your father made me back then. I understand,” I said simply.

“History of man has been like this for a long time. Born of prejudice that bears fruitless rumors. Then spawn all the negative vocabulary of their own thoughts without involving the heart. If there is even love, there is only some body between them" Dee added.

"The rest is buried by the domination of those who rely on self-manipulation of the mind. In the end, the belief was blistered like a box of food which was then arbitrarily stirred and changed," I continued.

In that instant, I tried to give myself back for a moment.

“So, what you want to say is your hatred for me? Because of my stupid rumors about you back then? Which is only rooted in information that is not even mature as my own knowledge? Yes, right?” I don't know why Dee was like that.

“No, you're wrong. I mean this world. I'm just making you the subject of reason to understand all this. Sorry, it makes you feel hated. I think this story will be endless.”

“Then, what's your decision? You still want to think longer in a place like this?”

“Do not discuss it.”

“You're thinking too much. All you need to do is ..”

“Thinking?”

“Thinking makes you automatically plan or will do. If you only think about it, you just make yourself stay in place. Life will scrape away all who choose to freeze. Isn't hiring our desires a way out of our own problems?” Dee is a philosopher this time.

“Yes already, I won't think about that heavy matter anymore. My head also aches from thinking too much about the trough of the world and the stirring men. Just, think about what?” my many.

“About your freedom as well as my freedom.”

“Then?”

“Of course we are thinking of getting out! Geez .. You're good at pissing me off half-heartedly.”

“Iya, okay. We're out now, right? So, have you decided on the path of choice?” I got up and welcomed Dee's kindness with great tolerance.

“Manuscript in the form of a copy of the book, as if it can be moved its contents in a form of new conclusions. Something that contains a picture of the future? As if pure, the book is summarized based on the reference of intelligent thinking through the medium of a theological object.  Well, your mother is amazing, Tan!”

“Not that thing crawling in my mind right now. I'm sure my God won't wake me up from a dream until I know what God's handwriting means to me. There's another code that God inserted somewhere out of everything I've experienced up to this minute."

I stopped for a while, then continued. "But ... Since you're a Christian, I'm not forcing you to believe.”

I really seem convinced that I am entangled in this gift of God.

“But your life is more at stake now! Wasn't that just a virtual crossword puzzle from your mother's thinking? We can summarize all if the tip of this problem starts to light.”

“It's not that easy. I also have an appointment to complete here.”

“What?”

“My moral debt to you. Hah ... Why are there two spots of trouble? The first is the answer to mother's question, and the second .. your freedom problem is my debt.”

“It ... I told you we'll find the bright line later!” Dee said he was hiding something.

I was less sure but slowly began to come vaguely the rest of my memory of the end of this story. Although not half. Yes, Dee kept something that was the reason how easily she trusted me from the beginning.

“Why are you so sure?” question continues.

“Now, my hunch speaks, God's handwriting also explains your second problem and the first to be part of the handwriting summary as well.”

“So?”

“So you have to be sensitive in order to read it.”

“How can? Does that mean the writing of God?”

“You think humans can use God's point of view?”

“Mana can, it's impossible.”

“True, using another human point of view only we cannot, unless we ask directly or live long and with that person. Hence can be born rumors and prejudices, the results of human creation as you said before.”

“That means?”

“That means we can only read that based on our capacity of belief in God.”

“So, huh?”

“Of course, the only way is to use your level of faith in the God you believe in, Tan,” Dee concluded adorablely.

And we started to change direction and were moved.

"And I'm actually wondering why are you saying that this is just a dream? I told you, you still think my pretty face is just a hallucination?” canda Dee with raucous intonation.

“There is nothing to do with your face. All Turkish women are sweet.”

“You were not asked by God to carry out the mission of staring at the girls,” press Dee.

“Terlarah. My mother's book .. or I say that the manuscript is said to have a big contribution about the reason, why someone is willing to slaughter a people to be considered a big criminal. And you have to remember that it was my mother's gift. Indeed it was a second life for me, though not anymore."

I looked at Dee more seriously. "But my resolve is round. And I'm pretty sure that the book was taken by your father when I passed out before being handed over by the Astrophysicists to the Vatican guards. Then he blames me. And stop praising yourself.”

Dee did not answer and moved again. Makes me ask again, “You want to trick me again? He said he'd lead me out? Don't go crazy anymore, hey!”

Either the mana side of Dee is acceptable. A check of worry strikes my heart. It seemed that Dee was going to do something stupid, but then turned around and looked at me again.

It was as if he was whispering to someone in another section. The sound of clanging and clinking footsteps clashed. Within a few seconds, he was already with a group of men.

Instantly feeling ashamed. Before words poured out of their mouths, I threw my face away. I don't want my weaknesses to be pitied by people I admire. Yes, the blond man who had defended me before was brought here.

It was just melancholy at first, but this time it was complete. Two young men jolted my soul. While I'm not upset about anything, except to keep looking at Dee's strange behavior.

“Never feel inferior to young people, God does not like," said one of the young monasteries I marked his face.

“Tan, this is my brother Martinus. And this is Aaron, he's my uncle,” Dee explained.

“Em .. yes. You deserved to defend me at that time. No wonder, sometimes brothers and uncles know better what his sister and nephew feel,” I sumringah.

“Dee .. I'm sorry about my condition, but I'm glad to have met you and you. I think you're the only one who can help me,” I continued expectantly.

Dee made a smile of passion.

“Uncle, I know we shouldn't be here. Oh yes, my friends are waiting outside,” said Dee's brother named Martinus.

“Then you have to shut up,” snapped Uncle Aaron scares.

“You deserve to be admired,” continued Mr. Aaron praised later on to his nephew in a bored voice, when he should have first responded to my words to him.

“I heard all about you from Dee in secret. Also about the manuscript. And that man is right, right?”

Uncle Aaron started. Heading into a conversation that leads to one bright spot.

“True, my mother once mentioned that name.”

“People and researchers know better that he fled to other parts of the blue continent. And they say the skull of the cruel man who once almost massacred a people all over it, has been found. However, some also said, he fled to an island in the East,” explained Uncle Aaron.

His voice could be heard all the way to this basement. Naturally, sound can propagate and echo in a space surrounded by hollow solid objects.

“What need key?" pinta Uncle Aaron.

“Key? Where to get it?” I asked low.

“This is Dee's thought, you don't have to worry.”

“Means?”

“I think this place shouldn't need a key. Isn't there an escape route?” Martinus suggested.

“Gosh ... they are as strange as this Month's Girl, my inner”. “Although it's still just a hypothesis.”

Their protection is making me worry. Although it is actually very profitable, out there I think there will be a threat that is much more difficult. I repeat, outside there will be more terrible difficulties.

We climbed two hundred more steps and slowly narrowed in the gap of the wall, when we realized that a group of people had entered. I should have had plenty of time to think about what I was going to do. Plan my step and run away immediately.

Duk …

Dee unintentionally made a noise. People outside are conscious. But only one of them spontaneously reacted quickly and did not take long to be near to catch us.

Uncle Aaron threw a punch at one of the nearby guards before they fused. We took the opportunity to get away as soon as possible.

With cold sweat pouring down the temple, we continued to tiptoe up the stairs, trying to get to the top as soon as possible. Holding a narrow, crowded room and clamped walls in uniform. Although this should be what I live, I'm still grateful that Dee didn't come here with me.

It's not impossible, when paying attention to the cruelty of his father, making my guess is not impossible. Before long, an old man stopped. The man you own may also want the goodness of love for him.

“Dad?” Dee surprised.

On his face, only a brightly packed lid blocked his real face. It's just a figure of speech. And some of the priests and his young people were scattered behind him.

“No need to hesitate,” said Mr. Abraham.

“Tan, Dee, go. Let us deal with father,” said Martinus bravely. Me and Dee obey.

“You'd rather defend a criminal than a father who always prides you! To the extent that you accept your country is vandalized ****** that! Dee, you .. slightly continue your intention further, do not expect you to return to any Church in Turkey!"

We both did not step.

“Dad ..”

“It's just your assumption! How can rumors about me be factual? Everyone just made me the object of guesswork,” I said entered the conversation, as if deliberately leading the blindness of Dee's heart that seemed to be confined only to the valley of her fear.

“Don't be afraid,” I whispered a little distance on Dee. “Truths born of conjecture can kill others. The truth can come from anyone and from anywhere. But the true truth is only from the facts.”

“But in fact you are just *******buffler, who speaks as tall as a statue of the American continent. What is not fact?” reply to Abraham with confidence.

“You have killed me indirectly,” my word is overflowing and now it seems to be boiling.

Dee gently squeezed my hand. Not aware of himself doing so. His brain control didn't command. I find it hard to resist that one sin in such circumstances.

Maybe it was just instinct from within him. Dee's gaze momentarily incised towards me.

“Do not touch,” I said.

Dee doesn't understand.

“Don't touch my hand that way. That's the way my Lord cursed me, Dee."

“Are you philosophizing now?” ask Dee slowly.

I felt there was a signal of affection to cover up each other's flaws. Dee felt protected by the warmth of the man beside her, who was me. Don't know what to do to get the doubt out. Then suddenly, I flashed firmly.

“I'm thinking now,” I said to reply to a question about philosophy earlier, sighing my hand from a squeeze of Dee's fingers.

Dee's aura seemed to be more lit up for a moment. “Daddy, that's enough. I'm like a server. Never had a home. It was a hell that I had created myself! Didn't you always sort myself out with awards?"

"And Dad then taught me the meaning of these colors symbolize the beautiful rainbow of differences? Father forgot? When did our Lord ever teach us to eat the carcasses of others?" dee said again loudly.

The regret he had been harboring all this time came out with his erupting emotions. He was already worthy of hoarding the life evil that had befallen him all this time. I mean, Dee transcended the limits of her own emotional energy.

“Dee, but the man ..” Mr. Abraham restrained himself.

“I found peace in him. He was the first to acknowledge my existence, who understood me far more than myself, than this land, and than this world,” Dee sobbed.

I'm sorry if you think this is too much, man. What happened was like that.

I was made to express myself erratically. It felt like a mild stroke heard Dee's heart confess.

“Hei Moon Girl, you're not asking me to act again, are you?” I'm a little jumpy.

My bring-up is so. I don't know whose genes I inherited. Can-can remain calm even though the wind is typhoon-typhoon. My mind even still had time to mock Dee who was already quite covered in red aurora. Red courage.

“Daughter, is it impossible for you to put your love on someone *******? Do you volunteer when considered trash by all Turks?” back Mr. Abraham put up a black empathy without a throne.

Even though Dee still put on a face that doesn't care. “Indeed, but it is in the eyes of man, not in the eyes of God,” Dee as if hypnotizing the atmosphere.

“You're crazy! Do you think you can use God's glasses?” loud dad.

“No,” Dee replied again. “I just believe. He who is up there is always easy to enter the heart of His creatures, where there is a layer of tenderness. How can I see the handwriting of God's dark lover father, if your heart is so hard and stiff, father?”

"Dark love?" i'm entangling. "What Dee meant was .. ah, I guess I was too young to be involved in the nomination of the ideal son-in-law.

Again, my words are used. Dee learns fast. Maybe his skills are learning. If my mother was just a master at manipulating words.

My mother once said, “The instructions of God are sometimes on conscience. We just lack portions to laugh at ourselves more deeply.”

I feel that Dee is worthy of being reincarnated as a Muslim with such gentle and firm thoughts.

“You don't need to connect, Dee,” said Mr. Abraham.

“Stop holding back my sister. You know what you have to do,” Martinus said. Dee then went down again to the previous room.

Not forgetting Dee's hand was suddenly paddled again strands of my clothes to be carried with him. My words about the touch ban don't seem to apply in this situation.

I was stunned and followed. But I held back, turning again in the previous direction.

“Already, come with me for a moment," he said.

It really went back to the previous direction. I don't know what he's thinking. Below, Dee inhaled a thin breath of her utmost. Looks like the oxygen in this basement is very poor.

Though it should be getting down, then the oxygen will be more abundant. Maybe Dee was trying to reflect on a calmness of his heart.

“It's good that you think colder, Dee,” I said anxiously.

“Already, we just need to go now,” take her again.

“Why should you get in here again?”

“Shortly, Tan!” pinta Dee leaned over and picked up what turned out to be a dropped D-headed necklace.

“You're back for that?” I asked indifferently. "The "head of the necklace is in the shape of the letter D. Is that the symbol of your Moon Family's last descent?"

“Iya.”

“Haha, a young nun like you is sometimes breech and complicated to guess,” I again bullied him.

Dee would have been ashamed of his conscience had he kept a position, on a life that was not his choice. He also moved back while roaring me who remained beside him.

“Hey, how can you be so determined with a brain?” my question was as I continued to resign, when my clothes wristband sorted Dee towards the outside.

Martinus and Mr. Aaron were at the limit, holding Mr. Abraham with the help of his dozen friends. I don't know when they came in. At that time the guards they had been avoiding were now trying to capture Martinus and Mr. Aaron.

But before that happened, their attention also caught up with me and Dee. I think those guys are two cops without their oversized clothes. Yes, other than the priests who accompanied Mr. Abraham, perhaps.

I'm holding Dee. Trying to wait for the spirit of the people, who seemed to be trying to end the freezing of the movement against Mr. Abraham and his people. All back together.

Until quite a long time, the sound of human feet lurked. There are police preparing to intercept. Not yet realized the whereabouts of me and Dee. And so, I put my hand on my chest. Praying for myself and Dee.

“God," only that call can calm me down.

But the dream of Dee's desire actually happened the opposite. We're cornered. Dee wanted all this to happen based on her plan. And I can only be so good to God as to agree to the dream happening.

Unfortunately I only realized everything after Dee's fictional story, which involved me, was at the end. Without any lure, the police were present.

Another cop in his own uniform. While Dee and I still faltered to know where to run after reaching outside.

Suddenly, my wrist was broken by someone from an unexpected direction, the police. Unfortunately, for the umpteenth time, I felt it foolish to run away to harm myself and my new brothers.

Bukhara …

A readiness. Suddenly, the police snare became loose. Directly fell because of a rock hit from Dee's kite hit his nape.

“Excellent, Dee!" I exclaimed in admiration even though I was still worried about the crazy actions of the young nun beside me.

There's a little space. Although the action did not completely stop the steering of the police movement. While the head covering of the nun belonged to Dee, it looks to be loose.

While it was …

"We go to the side, towards the field. No other choice,” tell Mr. Aaron to take over the atmosphere.

And his nephew Martinus is not left behind. Now you have to find a vehicle to get to the city.

“Straight,” lead one of your friends.

On the other hand, my courage tank began to be sucked up by the mounting fatigue.

“There is no tram. It's a long way!” I complained to Dee.

“Yes my Lord who loves Muhammad, if this is a dream, may I ask for just one burroq? For me to go home and take Dee with You," I said.

"This story is too heavy for me. Said you wouldn't test your servant beyond his ability, would you? I'm sorry, help me,” connect me deeply. Melding God.

The police buried the dreams of Martin's comrades to escape. Especially with their valiant, they were already driving their oversized car.

“They escaped?” the sound of their exclamation and felt urgent.