Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 97
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"Oh yeah. Grandpa almost forgot. Grandpa has something for you. A minute, grandpa, get it." The man got up from his seat. Walking up to the other room, leaving Dean alone who is now sitting on the sofa while staring at the painting behind the sofa. The same painting he saw in the room.
"Dee!" Nero shook Dean's body once more.
"Ohhh!!!" Dean almost screamed. Marko, Taz, Vincenzo, and Nero were immediately jolted when Dean suddenly opened his eyes like a man who had just been possessed.
"You okay?" Asked Nero who was now looking at him with an anxious look on his face. The man is now sitting down while trying to catch his breath that is still panting.
Dean slowly raised his head, looking one by one at his companions.
"You okay?" Nero asked once again trying to ascertain the moment after there had been no answer from him since earlier.
"Yes.I'm fine," murmured Dean softly.
"Are you dreaming again?" Vicenzo asked who noticed the strange gurgle of his best friend Dean. Dean looked up at Vincenzo.
"Yes," he said later.
"really? Is it still the same dream?" This time Marko asked.
"No. I think it's different, but it's the same as the previous dream.I don't remember the contents of the dream."
"Again?" Taz looked at him in disbelief.
"Yes" said Dean, looking at him convincingly.
"Somehow the content is clear from the dream, but it certainly feels different than before" Dean murmured.
"Have it, don't be too forced to remember the dream. At the right time, you will also know the contents of the dream. Just like before" Nero tried to distract Dean.
"Nero's right, now we better get out and we have breakfast. Rei, William, and Elvina are now waiting for us in the dining room." Vincenzo.
"Yes, let's get up." Nero got up from there, and Dean nodded his head in response.
"I'll wash my face first and then I'll go down" Dean said.
"Then we wait for you in the dining room." Taz approached the exit.
"Yes." Yeah."
The next second Taz, Marko, Vicenzo, and Nero came out of their room leaving Dean alone in there, who was now getting up and slowly walking to the toilet.
Inside the toilet Dean was silent looking at himself through the reflection of a mirror that was located right in front of him. His face was wet and he had not wiped it with the towel.
"What dream is it this time? Why am I having such a weird dream again? And why is it that every time I dream, I forget the contents of the dream?" Dean memonologist. He lowered his head, staring blankly at the tap water that was still on. His brain was still thinking about the dream he had just experienced.
"There seems to be no other way," Dean looked up at him. There was no other choice but what he thought last night.
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"Catch her!" Tessa told Trish who was sitting there. The man looked up spontaneously and both of his hands reflexively caught the thing he had just thrown.
"What's this?" Trish asked, then lowered her head to look at a plastic-encased bread.
"Breakfast for you. Sorry I don't have too much money" said Tessa, who sat in an empty chair in front of Trish.
"And to drink it. I think one bottle is enough, we can share," he said, putting the bottle of mineral water he bought on the table in front of them.
They were in a simple inn in the same room that protected them from the night air. Don't ask me what happened last night, because nothing happened between them. Although Trish and Tessa sleep in the same room, Tessa creates a boundary between them that should not be violated by each. And lucky Trish wants to follow the rules.
Tessa opened the plastic with her bread, opened it violently and ate it with great voracity. Trish stared at him, somehow eating Tessa as if a woman who had eaten for three days had not eaten anything. The woman ate in a very messy way.
"You mean we're just having breakfast with this?" Trish asked, making things clear.
"We don't have a lot of time, plus my money is just a little. So eat and don't complain, it's your fault that you won't listen to me to go home. If you want to eat well, you better go home and eat at your house!" Ticus. Talking with a mouth full of bread on the left and right sides of his cheeks. Tessa chews everything at the same time.
"You should be so skinny. Do you eat like this every day?"
"Yes, why? You mind? Eating with bread was cheaper and cost-effective for me."
"You can't eat like this all the time, you need energy. You need protein and carbohydrates for your body, you need to eat right!"
"Yes, if I could eat like everyone else. But yeah.this is my life, after all I don't mind eating bread every day, plus it's cool to me. Know it? Europeans eat bread every morning, and by eating bread every day, it makes me feel like a European."
"You are Asian! And you can't use bread as a daily staple! You need more protein so that your body is strong to move. Now wake!" Trish got up from her seat. He approached Tessa and pulled the woman's hand, asking her to get up from her seat.
Tessa looked up at him with a confused look on her face. "What's wrong? Why are you asking me to wake up?" Ask her.
"Easy! Don't ask too many questions, now let's get up and come with me!" Trish pulled his hand.
"Wait around! Where are you taking me?"
Trish pulled her hand quickly, leading the woman out of the room.
"Wait on! Where are you taking me exactly?" Tessa asked, still confused.
"We had breakfast right!" Trish kept pulling it. Take him out of the inn and walk up to one of the nearby simple restaurants.
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