LO-D
THE MOST TRAGIC START

Dee …

“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, he turned into a butterfly," Pro Verb said, describing how deeply I was, creating a dream ritual for Tan. May he always be in the mercy of God.

The LORD has always wanted a spectacular story for his visionary servant. Such a human is referred to as ‘man above average’. They are difficult people yet enjoy doing impossible things that are even beyond their capacity.

They are human beings who are not afraid to oppose the world and always have a crazy way, to make their ‘passion’ materialize. But do not forget to plant morals.

So Tan has become part of that group. He was willing to be slandered by my father who wanted to be unknown about the plan of mass destruction. Tan was willing just for the reason of a girl's loneliness.

Strange girl .. who is not even sure about her own status. No, that's not all, there's a more corrupting and admirable reason.

Invisible but very exciting. He believed that humans could actually understand each other with just one vocabulary.

Vocabulary that his mother wanted Tan to find. Although now he is struggling in the dream world of my creation. Tan remains this miserable.

And now, the Turkish police continue to follow. Tan was confused and the situation was more difficult. Until sandy and rocky areas that although not how wide are witnesses.

From Tan's position now, it looks like there have been two policemen in uniform just now who are ready to serve. Ready bombard. Ready crashing.

“I forgot that cops are smart people. Smarter than a pig. They're still after us and they don't mind your uncle and brother holding back. Your father and his men,” said Tan gasping. “They know we are the root.”

“Tan, I'm not strong,” I said while holding his left shoulder.

Action to run from the Turkish police was inevitable. The darkness of the night adds to this heat action. How dangerous Tan was to tell the police to boycott this man to the underground city. Tan's body continued to be shaken by the jolt of his spirit.

But his hand still carried me. Since this started, his reaction was the slowest. Evidently now he and I are quite far behind from the others despite the different compasses of purpose.

Martin's older comrades had run far ahead of Tan and some were still helping Uncle Aaron and Martinus. While I was a little closer to Tan. The uniformed creatures are getting closer.

In this very uncomfortable condition, Tan himself might actually be lazy to be in the middle of this kind of situation.

“Luck it's night. If it's noon, I can have a sitting wind,” said Tan.

“You still have time to joke silly man?” I'm a little bit riled up.

“At least, I don't think they're carrying a gun. Yes, right?”

With a steel-thick determination, after expelling all fear, Tan prepared to challenge all of them. My pulse is getting bigger. 

Even though he had to lose the book, no problem, seeing me struggling, he did not want to be a crybaby. The soul of ten years of himself was buried. Not bad to be spoiled just for losing a book.

How did he come back without his mother? Maybe this question perched in Tan's mind, to insist still have to find a book that is none other than the manuscript.

Yes, it contains information on weapons of mass destruction on the Moon. My father actually gave it to Dr. Alison and slandered him outside of this dream as a plan.

I wanted to foil my father's plan by bringing Tan into this dream. I really want him to understand how to prevent this from happening in the real world when he finds the key in me. It suggests that he knows the meaning of all of this.

“Dee, think!”

“What?”

“Now!” yell Tan slightly snapped.

I don't understand what that means.

And now, almost late at midnight accompanied by a stretch of free air, the worries surrounding Tan narrowed. After telling me to move elsewhere, Tan then tumbled to the ground as he wanted to run in the other direction.

It would be very unpleasant if he called and those people turned around. Disruption struck. He should be faster to take a leading position or take creative steps.

We think it's very minimal flying hours, when it comes to running away. The two of us should have been just the incarnation of the headed boy.

Tragically, Tan prefers to fight the world. Because his body has firmly welcomed the arrival of the Turkish police. He's not sane.

Tan is a double personality. How not? He calls for strength sometimes to immerse weakness. He should know that he is not lucky.

Black fate led him to the sword. Right. He relaxed from earlier while still focusing on looking sharply at the Turkish police who were a little more crashing.

“Wait!”

The raucous cry shocked Tan. A voice that comes from someone on the front line. Tan watched around the rock cliffs. A yellow flushing light, a snorting sound, and twinkling.

The blinking is aligned with the radius of the sound generated. The stretch of land is wide enough now decorated with yellow light. It can be seen from all directions.

“Tan!” the voice of the big man was probably Martinus.

Tan ran but was able to clash quickly with the police. But soon enough, the car and the rustiness of the sound will roar his eardrums. While I can only pay attention and pray for it.

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Tan ...

Not quite clear land, Mr. Abraham actually managed to catch up with the help of another police vehicle. The solar rods filled the area around where I was with the police, opening the arrival of Mr. Abraham.

Here only accompanied by the wind of shivering. While Uncle Aaron's friends have been living in a place that is safe. Ten seconds or so, I was yanked.

The challenge is serious. The sign of the slashing will wait. All of that stimulates local Turks to see. This full scene seems to be an artificial sweetener for life.

Local Turks who are not how visible, change the atmosphere with shrewd decoration. And I realized that. I suspect. There was tension on their faces.

“Tan, are you okay?” the sound of a woman running gontai broke the noise.

“Dee, don't come here!” I cried as I turned to watch Dee's unsettling act.

“You have gone mad my daughter,” said Mr. Abraham watching Dee who doused hatred, so that the sword on his shoulder he coke.

I took a chance. Immediately he ran to find a space to avoid the excitement of the people of that rank.

“Ah, woi!” the sound of screams and screams was so ear-shaking. 

Bunch of. Less know how much. I count first. That's clearly above ten. I'll tell you later.

“Friends!” martinus suddenly was there.

Sahut said it happened in all directions. Everyone is struggling marked by the inevitable scuffle. No exception to me being exhausted. I was caught off guard and frozen by one of the policemen.

“Stop! the command of a man who is none other than Mr. Abraham. He took advantage of the police's success to subdue my body. This time, Abraham approached.

Taking opportunities that don't come many times. Sheathed the end of a sharp knife on the side of my neck. Even the fewest of the police appeared to be surprised by Mr. Abraham's decision.

“Sister, are you crazy? That's too much! Since when did you learn to correlate with sharp objects?” said Uncle Aaron who was among Martinus' friends.

“Exiles like you, scram because I want to slaughter this man,” Sir Abraham ordered.

I don't know what it means to say those unwarranted words. He seemed to not care even though his brother Aaron ignited calm. I was the most unlucky, as negligence led to an impromptu escape that had been well planned out, crumbling in seconds.

Or am I wrong, man? Maybe not a plan at all. All the tracks go as they should. Protest later.

“There's no benefit in you defending a criminal on this earth God my brother, Aaron. You have now incarnated into a washed bronze grain,” said Mr. Abraham boasting.

“Don't insult Uncle Aaron like that! You, you're the one who gave my mother a fake manuscript and slandered her. You hate me because you know I'm his son. How could my mother fall in love with a slanderer like you used to," I said slowly and looked sharply.

Staring intently at Mr. Abraham who was holding me from behind. The old man smiled in anguish.

“I don't accept! You only understand something from his skin. It's slander, I have absolutely no knowledge of the Moon Family and the things they keep secret" I said, putting a second strain.

"I ran around like a fool just to protect Dee, my friend, the daughter of the one who actually had her own secret about the Moon Family. Your logic has been smeared with chains of hatred!” I said harder.

I'm not really sure I can win the situation. The structure of my courage has sucked up disappointment. I wish at that time, may you read my apology for keeping the facts, that you actually know a big secret about the Moon. 

Even though it's still a dream ritual, I still want to protect mom. On the other hand, I also can't bear to betray Dee. It's true that he is what the Turkish government is looking for, but I can't say that because Dee is willing to protect me.

We will get through the slander and find a way to straighten out the identity issues of the Moon Family, without anyone getting hurt. Well, at a time when I hadn't realized that it was all Dee's plot. Amidst the crowd, Dee was roaring with tears.

Can't believe I'm capable of speaking words of that level. Everyone obeys their own mental weaknesses. Goddess Fortuna is very sad. Fortunately God is not.

“At least we are not subject to a destroyer like you,” said one of the policemen there.

Although Uncle Aaron is silent because he is thinking or making a decision, apparently his brother is one weight if he talks about opposition.

A few seconds after an emotional battle, one of the soldiers arrived. I don't know why, I'm a little relieved or maybe I just don't know what else to do.

The rhythm of the story seems to change in a flash of plot. The old leaf fell off its stem. Uncle Aaron has to stop dreaming any further. He must accept the wind that drops him from the tree of life.

“Pa-paman ...,” Dee's voice is so distressed.

They, why do that? The most tragic start of this kind, did Dee really intend to create it?

I didn't think of anything at the time. The sight of the shot made me experience emotional arrogance. The gurgling sound swallowed silence in the third of the night.

Another priest speeded away from the area after accompanying Mr. Abraham back. And he was happy even though he had to leave his brother and son injured by gunshot.

“And all fathers are like that, what would a country be?” I muttered while circulating my eyes, paying attention to the situation.

I don't think so. Mr. Abraham certainly knew he could not plan any deeper for those who resisted courage.

She still loves her brother. Letting the person in position take care of it is a compulsion that he cannot fight. Dee is the only exception. Still he wanted his daughter to keep weaving lives.

My mother said first: “There is no truth of different thoughts about the thought itself. Unless the thought is in the form of information that has become an understanding of our own knowledge.”

If I could argue, right it's not really right and wrong it's not really wrong. Am I wrong? You can criticize, man.

The assumptions of each human-human here are like slumped. In that case, this situation at least looks unbalanced. Although the soul is tipped, the second layer of conscience must be good at balancing.

“If you rely too much on the world, we won't thrive in the least. Be free. Don't let the world rule you. Organize your own life. Has God not lent us the power to choose and to choose?" someone's words in my memory.

"Do that so you can turn the world upside down like your dream. As long as you care, you deserve freedom. Then spread the wind of freedom to heaven and earth,” Rey's words remembered at a glance. 

Although maybe not enough to encourage me who is critical. I was annoyed at Dee who kept watching the back. It was as if the girl couldn't see me holding a wound. Resisting the worry that was holding him.

While my feathery calf is constantly being swarmed with blood. I'd be so upset if the soldiers had shot Dee, like Uncle Aaron did. Therefore, I turned around and could only resign.

“I'm so hungry. Rey, can't you wake me up from this stupid dream. I want to wake up and eat my mother's baklava,” said I can still joke in my heart at that time.

I pay little attention to one by one the local public watching. Dee was moving actively towards the army earlier. There was a sweet conversation. We'll understand later. I didn't lock myself in from the perspective of that soldier and that cop.

After all, they did what was their duty. I don't hate them. As my layers of consciousness began to sink in, my eyes slightly monitored with a blur of Dee's expression that seemed to be forcing the soldier to a tolerance.

Well, everything's faster than I thought. Everything is running efficiently and I think the drawback is .. ah, that's it! This question mark was spoiling my signal of sensitivity.

The dream story he made is as if Dee really learned to write from figure figures like Agatha Cristie. But the visual effect is more about the unstoppable metaphor of Vladimir Nabokov, along with his LOLITA story.

Dee drew sporadic dimensional spaces like JK. Rowlings.  Although not as great as the two authors who wrote “Small Note Josephine” and the author of “Harry Potter”, I can still feel fooled. Because here I found the path of the dimensional puzzle which, although not too complicated in my opinion.

And dismantling a criminal is much easier than finding shelter in the name of home and love. Where do we put a man as targeted with thoughts as Dee and her father? I'm getting forgetful and curious about the way Dee created the plot to end his story.

Lastly, it is clear where the differences between Rey and Martinus are. Like God extending his hand into this story, I as your scribe feel rewarded with the subtle purpose of life.

Well, ‘destination’ that leads to Dee in plain sight. All with the song of Dee, which has been mine in the song of our hearts. Again, all this for him. To Dee.