The Clairvoyance Wirasti

Jadul Cosplay

Hello, sir? uh, hello meneer? is that the kind of familiar greeting he wants to throw? every time face to face with that one entity?

Well, Wirasti felt he could do more than that. Not just a short greeting, it is proven how many times he has connected himself with his flexibility to erode the stiffness that exists between him and the middle-aged master.

Eits, what's going on? Wirasti was confused. An instant? feeling self-conscious, because something was not supposed to happen in him.

"Awwhh," his mouth agape?

Seconds apart? he was stunned, stunned, ter ... ter? "Ishh, what happened to me?" Wirasti almost strangled himself when he found himself?

Gosh gosh? many times it is confused itself. "Okay, glass? the glass? where, glass?" the strangler, starting to panic!

I swear, the panic began to crush him. When he found himself in a costumed condition, strange?

Yeah he thinks it's weird!

"Look, me?" abugn. His voice was shrill, indicating that he was in shock? the excited? wake up because it got an amazing surprise, ups!

That was about surprise not playing! so aware of what he was wearing and the clothes attached to his body? "Huhuh?" a reflexive expression of his surprise.

"Why not be surprised, right?" between shock and amusement. Like someone's dressed himself up in old-school costume, my God?

The cosplay? yeah, it's kind of cosplay! In his condition he wore a costume the way he used to. Oh, how bad is it? The reflex cupped his mouth with both hands.

Is this the first time? all his life he felt strange to himself. Observing himself in a long loose dress with small pastel flowers, his blouse of broken white color berkrahnya high like a shanghai model with matching color lace accents.

Blouse long sleeves there is a slightly bulging wrinkle at the base of his upper arm, the sweetening accent falls on the circumference of the wrist given the same accent with lace-up craters.

"Hihh," said Wirasti gemas himself.

As soon as it snaked the bottom of his feet, had gaped back?

"Sand shoes?"

"From woven, yes ... it's woven!"

Well, aren't you? looks all old. Costumed or cosplay looks old!

"Can the owner of the idea of funding myself as early as this?" decih Wirasti, this time from being stunned straight out his laughter that split second was just restrained!

"Earoom ben je aan het lachen?" the voice of a person and it started to get familiar in his ears. Why laugh? the question made Wirasti almost gasp!

When looking? right, the owner of the voice was already behind him. "Yes, geez? makes the heart almost go out!" shocked Wirasti even though he was familiar with that voice!

"Eh, meneer?"

"Ja, je hebt er verward uitgezien?" said the middle-aged man, did you look confused?

"Yes, natuurlijk!" reply Wirasti fast, yes of course!

"Meneer, wie heeft me zo echo?" said Wirasti half protest, sir who made me like this?

The entity only responded with a grin, of course Wirasti immediately shuddered! then without saying the entity simply beckoned him to follow him.

Entering a house, Wirasti began to second-guess. Of course it was home, the middle-aged man who was now several steps in his face. A white painted house? color is not much of a choice and as is generally the homes of the past!

A house looks unpretentious, too unpretentious for a Dutch master. The house is too quiet for a house to live in, Wirasti did not find anything or anything valuable except a pair of table chairs of very sturdy wood perched in the corner of the natural brown coiled room.

Yes, because the room appears to be in the middle position. Was the owner passing through one room? it seems to be a living room because there is a set of table chairs for guests.

"Woont hier met wie?" first words, who are you staying here with?that is what he asked as a question because he was curious, a silent situation sign that there was no one else but the master.

Oh-ho's? Wirasti dyed himself. In front of the master like a dumb face, that's for sure.

Did the master invite him into the house? feel Wirasti has begun to make sure based on the quiet situation around his house. "It's like he's living alone?" thought Wirasti, actually hoping there was someone else he met.

"Sinds wanneer is het huis van de meneer?" oops, it is presumptuous to dare to ask, this is the house of meneer since when?

Or rather Wirasti asks, "Meneer, sinds wanneer woont u hier?"

He did not answer, but remained silent for a while.

"Voor .. " he said softly, first.

"Is het lang geleden? Jaar welk?" chase Wirasti, it's been a while? what year?

"Voor" he replied again.

Then the master was silent, Wirasti also remained silent.

"What the hell are you actually saying?" batin Wirasti began to lose his patience. Wirasti was made curious, while the vekanda master was silent for a long time!

All of a sudden? he, "Die daar woonden, sommigen stierven omdat ze werden vermoord .. " told Wirasti because the area of his house ex-grave partially indeed dutch graves, which live there some killed.

Gubraak! isn't that surprising? Shock felt, so that immediately felt Wirasti!

"Als ik sterf door ziekte," said the master suddenly. He revealed that he died of illness.

"Meneer, is manager oud?" ask Wirasti, kepo! how could you ask, sir is old?

"Mijn vrouw stierf voor mij aan ziekte, ik ben niet oud genoeg als ik sterf!" that's the answer in a little detail. My wife she died of illness before me, I wasn't old enough to die just yet!

"Oh?" wirasti's reflexes were rounded with the words, oh?

I don't know what was then in the Dutch master's mind, that pale face? showing smirk. It looked faint, Wirasti just started not to be afraid anymore. It's weird, isn't it? whereas before each master showed a frequent sontak make him a bit shudder?

"Als ik mag weten, hoe oud stierf meneer?" Wirasti suddenly missesuk, if you may know meneer died at what age? asking like that, unexpectedly it was not that grin anymore that he saw!

Except? something beyond a doubt. The Dutch master immediately changed expression, faded already the hue of a face that always looked cold, frozen and like an iceberg!

Seraut a grim face, he looked instantly sad. How is that sad expression? as if cloudy overshadowed it. Wirasti direct, iba!

"Het is lang geleden," replied the master, a long time ago. He did not give a definite explanation, but if you see the visual perfomance like that? it is not wrong to assume that he is middle-aged.

The Dutch master also diverted another conversation, "In die positie waarin je slaapt, eigenlijk de rustplaats van mijn vrouw ..". "he said like that already for so many times?

"In that position you sleep in, it's actually my wife's resting place ... "

"OK," said Wirasti, not surprised? does he feel like this is just a dream?

After that, what he thought was, how to go home? "Trouwens, waar moet ik naar huis?" ask Wirasti, by the way where did I go home?

"Meneer, how about u nog een keer?" Wirasti tried asking again, sir will come again no? but he was just silent.

"Company, company base!" Wirasti also menggedumel himself. But Wirasti had heard the little laugh of the Dutch master, that was it!

After that, Wirasti felt hovering but somehow what made him feel as light as cotton being flown here and there? until it feels suddenly hit by memories in the real world? there was Vishnu's sister's face, there was his mother, there was a maid's aunt and a television voice in the living room.

Until then feeling both ends of his legs like touching the padded blanket and feeling warm again also began to sniff the aroma of his room, "Aahh home .. "wirasti inner far after late and almost midnight.