The Clairvoyance Wirasti

I'm Calling you Nyai

Nyai? yeah, Wirasti just wanted to call him that. Whoever the name, it feels more familiar if he calls with the typical designation tatar pasundan society. Nyai? a call to a woman who has not been married or a call to a woman whose age is older than the one who calls.

Nyai, in the original Sundanese language, "nyai" is used to call a young woman or a younger sister.

Wirasti does not intend, even at all, to give a call with other stigmas such as intended as generally people give a call to women or mistress foreigners in the past.

"Sueer didn't mean it that way!" katilah. Although he knew they were foreign Dutch WN as the quarrel at that time married natives then called, mistresses.

While the meaning of the concubine itself, has two senses. First, is an unofficial wife or concubine, and the second is a petite or a dark bri.

A little further about the term nyai was considered low? the situation was inversely proportional when in the eyes of the general public at the time, a nyai was considered inferior, immoral, because it violated the norms by being the mistress of a Dutch honorable.

Regardless of the pros cons, bad stigma or whatever it is. Wirasti did not think at all and was interested in discussing further about all that, because the laden in his head there was only one nyai!

"Yeah, so!"

"I don't want to hear anything,"

"That's what I mean here, not that shit!"

Wirasti recalls how he met the Dutch master, sneaking through the gap of his room. Then stand alone by the door of her room?

With the dutch master? "Ah, it's as familiar as my own friend already!" the words just slid, even though the master showed a stiff attitude after all Wirasti could familiarize him.

"Dead, your private wife!" point Wirasti.

At first glance Wirasti had imagined, "Mon sorry, I'm so sorry .. "cetus Wirasti before starting to explore something related to women who allegedly the wife of the native Dutch master!

"Punten, punten pisan ... " Wirasti followed with the words of the local language where he lived, why? yeah, for reasons that intersect with the culture of the region he is domiciled.

"Pardon," said Wirasti not origin. A clear apology goes to the Dutch master. Don't you hear me or not? he thought it was important to have publicly apologized.

When Wirasti wants to? or, actually want to satisfy his curiosity related to women who once claimed that under his bed, under his bed, how many meters from the surface of the ground has laid the body of a woman who is loved by the Dutch master or is there the tomb of the wife decades ago?

"He's, nyai!" whisik Wirasti's.

"I always wanted to call him that!"

"She was a native woman of her time, I am sure she was well-wedded by the master!" bela Wirasti issued his empath.

Wirasti as a pair of bodies, feel not accepted if there are bad assumptions or just idle thoughts that blaspheme interracial marriage, status and anything that is julid, especially cynicism that does not end.

"The problem is I think it's just the average person, or even lower than I thought?" wirasti said trying to bridge a situation.

Wirasti actually understood completely, especially after as if he knew the Dutch master well. "Where can I tuuu .. "cute him while recalling that the Dutch master had actually been a good figure.

Ok? in the sense that when Wirasti captured a memory of the Dutch master about him, at least that is reflected in the various attitudes and examples as if shown in Wirasti.

"You impressed? impressed what?"

Oops, what a question that corners him secretly for empathy. The memory of the Dutch master was what dragged him up to Wirasti with his extra abilities as if shown some kind of hologram, how the figure of the master gave an image of him in the day of his lamp.

The memory of the master, when the incident occurred? "Pity you sir" Wirasti said so pityfully!

As if in his inner eye vision Wirasti saw the Dutch master was very sick, but only cared for a jongos and a bedinde.

Jongos is a male helper, while bedinde connotes the word female maid in the household.

So, what happened? "I know that I'm gone. The master seemed to survive alone in the company of a jongos and his bedinden ... "

Yep, Wirasti was not wrong when giving a review according to what he saw about the Dutch master.

The master apparently faced a big problem, related to his activities and work. But it is not unexpected if factors in the internal scope of activity that began to rapidly or soar are actually waiting for seconds of collapse!

Lho, why?

The Dutch master could not do much about the inequality or injustice that was imposed on him. He was originally an extension of the preanger plants .

In his time the rise of capital owners targeting remote areas generally areas with temperature and geographical hills cool permai. Swastanization that has an impact in the territory of the colony, tea plants are becoming commodities until the owners of capital are carried away by the situation and conditions.

The master turned out to be one of the pioneers to cross into the East Indies, with his skills and educational formalities departing to Indonesia.

For years the poor master crossed the world of tea plantation in the eastern priangan region, until?

"It is only fitting that he is bourgeois!"

"As an activist raising the management of tea plantations,"

What lacur? a brilliant work performance but not taken into account, even because the master began to fall ill did not have any effect at all.

"Sweet as was thrown away .. "wirasti murmured a line of meaningful words, quite synchronous with the state of the master.

Because he was very ill, the master asked for his jongos and some of his confidants sold almost all of his valuable assets!

"For what?"

"The Dutch master was apparently in a tight condition!"

The Dutch master's version of Kepepet was unexpected, ironic when the plantation workers managed to protest even though at that time the master had declared resign for health reasons.

Apparently the new manager did not want to know it actually gave workers protest action on the old manager, so during the transition from the old manager of the relay to the new manager chaos arose until the master who was in a state of pain intervened with his last form of sacrifice.

"Therein is my empathy" whispered Wirasti sadly.

He completely silenced the protests with his extraordinary sacrifice, his greatest property or wealth being released for the sake of others.

"Really noble of your heart" he whispered again!

Another master also nyai? well, that's absolutely right. The master died because when the disease is increasingly chronic gnawing physically began vulnerable, while nyai?

Shitt's! Wirasti set for umpteenth time? well, exactly so. "This, must be the master's work!" guess not the origin but Wirasti has pocketed some evidence?

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Every one invites me through teleportation access, or virtual reflection. I sniffed your wish setting something up!" point to Wirasti about abilities beyond reason.

With this setting the master also likes to give a clear picture that was in the form of, memory!

A long and neat woman with a simple shoulder knew already across the table but sitting position face to face, who is she?

The woman looked at him with shady eyes, Wirasti furrowed her eyebrows. The way women dress and dress up is clear from a distant era!

"Is this how you do it?"

The woman was sweet, nodded doubtfully and seemed stiff!

Not so, long? the woman suddenly coughed. Wirasti looked at him with pity, "He saa ... sa-kit?" guess Wirasti got carried away with melo!

The deg? wirasti's feeling straight out of the blue?

On the other side, the position sat facing him. That chick? still with coughing but the more visible and sound worse.

The deg? this time Wirasti gasped!

"Hey, why?" asked Wirasti while feeling was was. Hownot? the woman in front of him looked very tortured.

When? in his cough uhuk uhuk accompanied by a small splash of blood coming out of the corner of the woman's lips? Wirasti is still gasping!

Wirasti reflexively grabbed a piece of cloth like a handkerchief on the table? immediately he gave it to her, "After nyai," said Wirasti.

The woman looked at him timidly, but Wirasti felt though still while coughing the woman nodded her manners at him.

Feel, or intuition Wirasti leads to the Dutch master as if to give a complete visual about his native wife.

That nyai? like his health condition, in that era could be endemic a TB disease or Tubercoluse is still rampant can infect just anyone.

"Not just nyai? I'm more and more convinced, the Dutchman was contaminated. Well, he must have contracted .. "sorry Wirasti.

Oh? Wirasti could only say, oh? the figure of a woman who is capable and well-begotten shows a simplicity of fringe female figure, this time the Dutch master was setting in such a way about the figure, nyai?

Well, his figure was shown intact to him until Wirasti recognized him. What the Dutch master showed about his wife removed the bad assumption, at least dismissing the stigma surrounding indigenous women as concubines in the sense of quotation marks. "I don't think it's like that!" bela Wirasti regrets the assumption of others who just hit flat all this time!

"I don't regret knowing Nyai,"

"She is a simple and polite woman, does not rule out the possibility of her being the true love of the Dutch master!"

"What evidence? even though it has become a loyal entity is not devoured by the times, even when it is different nature?"

Newness ambushes the feeling of Wirasti, especially when? one night outside there was a heavy rain and a storm. In such bad weather there are frequent power outages, Wirasti is sleeping suddenly like someone woke up, "Hudang neng, pareum lights!" that is, wake up miss the lights are off.

The sound was familiar in his ears, and as if Wirasti saw hisai carrying a lamp teplok, or a kind of oil lamp for home lighting in ancient times, Wirasti was immediately awake from his sleep. The place came to the fore because the surroundings were pitch dark, "Flame is also turning off the lights!" decih Wirasti while fumbling looking for his phone. He woke himself up from his nature?