The Clairvoyance Wirasti

Noni Voices Soprano

As a result of failing to get clear well water, because the other day the digging of boreholes in his house was stopped after knowing exactly that the well water is turbid, oily and smells pungent!

Wirasti family also had to resign with the rations or rotating division of the local PDAM related to water discharge which is often disrupted due to dry weather, so that the springs are not abundant. Well, what can I do?

That is the reason why musabab sometimes in the family home Wirasti really minus clean water, even often have to save money.

"God, right? living in the middle of the countryside near the spring. Just look at the circumference of my life surrounded by hills, even who does not know the hot springs tourist destinations in some locations. Is it not the geographical mountains? but, why? why often PDAM water even likes to clog? " wirasti protest, but do not know who to put it on?

Huh, gokil bye! do you like to grumble alone? well, who is not arrogant every time they encounter a case of PDAM water clogged so many days does not flow into the house.

As a result of often getting a turn of the clogged water, the Wirasti family became patterned in such a way as to face the PDAM water died a total of days.

"Maximum up to five days!" ketus Wirasti, his voice does sound faint!

A moment of his facial expression when he knew that clean water stopped flowing due to policy anomalies that clearly harmed consumers, Wirasti then put the ketus face suddenly.

There was one thing that incriminated him and all the residents of his house when the PDAM water died completely, but one day a new policy was implemented. The water is not completely turned off but rather, the houses that get a turn off only all morning until evening. At night until early morning, the water was flowed normally. It happens once a week!

That is why for the sake of not wanting a lack of clean water, Wirasti does not lose his mind like a patrol every night at certain times when PDAM water is clogged!

"Sometimes," said Wirasti, giving an idea that he was carried away by a situation of discomfort when in his house minus clean water then had to volunteer to be literate late at night while staying up for water anyway? Iisshh, that's so bad!

"December-bember," heed. Wirasti assisted the aunt maid or art also Vishnu his sister had to move back and forth to move water from outside the house because the discharge was small, with some buckets stored in temporary shelters in the house.

Once the aunt and Vishnu finished helping, they were ready to enter the house, but Wirasti still survived outside alone, "Give!" he thought, while still busy filling one more bucket.

In the condition and situation he was alone approaching midnight that is? or, maybe he has been a target?

In silence almost slipped towards that midnight hour? Wirasti no longer captures the sound of sayup eg from a distance, but really so clear!

The female voice though did not resemble a shrill, it was singing, rhythmically. But sometimes the high-pitched voice sometimes sounds strange, "Reminds the seriosa rhythm!" said Wirasti, the tone of the soprano voice continues to tear apart the silence almost midnight!

For a long time? as if it had not paused. "The one who's been here?"

At first Wirasti did shudder, yep goosebumps!

Female voice? the tone rose with intonation though it was unclear what was it? because what caught Wirasti's ear was only a lash of ceriosa birama, if you look at the few words caught by his ears? "Not wrong, the song is in Dutch!" guess exactly, because Wirasti is getting used to digesting the language of the windmill country!

Wirasti then pretended not to hear and did not want to hear?

If he respects the excessive action and reaction, Wirasti does not want to happen. Rushing after one bucket had been filled, Wirasti immediately closed the faucet while as if nothing had happened or heard anything.

Until he entered the house after making sure the gate was tightly padlocked properly, Wirasti stepped quietly into the house.

Outside the sound of the night wind still continues to be heard by him, and the voice of a female soprano is either? like a little shrill is getting longer and longer disappearing?

"Him? melodious voice too even though the high tone makes goosebumps, huh!" puji Wirasti, pure praises the ingenuity of his soprano voice!

Wirasti's ears have been poultice, since many months living in a new settlement in the middle of the garden area as empty land is still cluttered with deserted enthusiasts? yep, his ears can tell the difference. Where's the sound of the night beast? whichever is not!

"Luwak's voice at night, screeching?"

"A swab of a mongoose usually descends from the thick of a large tree or from a bush?"

"Finding food near the house,"

"The voice of the mongoose is sometimes like a long screech or whimper with a seriosa rhythm sung by someone, really different!"

That's why Wirasti hapal, which one is original? mystical distraction? or, just the sound of a night beast?

The sound of civet animals from a distance, often sounded like a groan. "People who don't know exactly, will expect the no-no!" said Wirasti, at first it did make him fooled too!

Being somewhere? one sight that he could not get anywhere but just his current stand, "Damn, where is this?" tanya Wirasti is still trying to guess.

When Wirasti was a bit confused because it is not clear who spread himself to a place that is completely foreign, there also Wirasti found a strange discrepancy?

Another dimension? well, as in general it will feel by him once entering or breaking into it as if immediately greeted by a different situation or vibes.

"Ah, perhaps not a secret anymore .. " murmured Wirasti, still guessing.

Quiet down! impermeable! bleak!

Sometimes the prank? Wirasti felt so mired there as if, sir! packers! packers! the first thing he felt the most, was instantly silent!

Eits, wait! Wirasti was almost strangled. Not far in his face, a female figure was loosened with his leisure. In his extra view the sexy-cloaked young woman teased it with her flirtatious running?

"She's beautiful, indeed" Wirasti praised in amazement!

The atmosphere is like noon, but not as bright as in real nature itself. In another astral dimension, beautiful women look original Dutch non-blaster like walking on the catwalk, while paddling small fabric with lace edges!

"For so long look lebay, huh?"

Apparently? this woman who likes to kick the rhythm of seriosa in the middle of the night until caught his ears!

He did not invite him to interact like the Dutch master the other day, not at all. "Look pongah pada iyaaa!" wirasti said, fierce!

He stared at his movements from a safe distance, no need to approach!

"It's a ghost still looks arrogant!"

Wirasti thought, "Where was it? when it still exists as a human?"

The young woman, I don't know? feel Wirasti could suddenly feel a lingering energy. "Yes, he's definitely buried around here ... "

"Because of that, he started to appear showing his existence?"

"Caused by something else?"

"Hem, I know at about the same time when one portal is revealed then the others are dragged along?"

"Well, beginning with the Dutch master's appearance,"

"Because of one location of their ex-grave area?" timpal Wirasti, suddenly raised worry?

Whys? aye, why?

The beautiful young woman was finally seen every time by the extra vision Wirasti always with the same makeup, while not forgetting the carrying umbrellas of lacy cloth typical of European women during the day amid the streets under the hot tropical sun.

"I like the pretty dress she wears," said Wirasti, the woman has excess body goals. The press body impeller dress is in harmony with her regal posture, the hair is stroked almost touching the waist in blonde!

"Perfect" whispered Wirasti, giving praise.

Don't know, you know? but then Wirasti not much wonder related visuals that appear next. Of course about that woman? Wirasti felt the memory of him starting to give a view to her, one exposure of some kind of opening or, warming up?

Uhuyy's? "I guess it's about her, well her story in the past?" batin Wirasti, as if forced to look at the aftermath of his story?

Women, those? yep, call him in noni kece is uncovering the side of his memory. Like holograms? "Well, sometimes that's it!" wirasti.

Not only visual in the form of ectoplasm, vortex or? the form of a hologram becomes a variant when someone or anyone else to the edge of contact with the supernatural!

"It must be ready through any access,"

"Well, that's a big deal of guts!"

Wirasti as if being held by a female Caucasian, "You want her like anything?" said Wirasti, initially most upset with his strange behavior that is not playing!

"Huh, that sucks!"

"Make the heart of all men fall!" seloroh Wirasti, original!

The memories that reached him? "Not far from his passion!" wirasti added there began to be a connected signal and it was time for Wirasti to explore the story!

Every connected with astral wujut like anything, he must be willing to adapt? whether you like it or not is later. For example, such as noni kece who is keenenan.

"That's not what I want," snorted Wirasti. Anyone or anything that comes to her, huh? must be accepted without rejection. "The rules of the game are that!" wirasti, without being able to do much.

"Well het goed, mevrouw?" sapa Wirasti, because he felt that the moment was a few centi meters away from where he stood. The woman with the frilly cloth sharpened her eyesight, her little smile instantly visible!

"Oh?" he seems a little surprised? so you know, maybe a little wonder? there are indigenous women almost the same age but dare to give greetings?

"Then, could it be? well, so! from the natives themselves deserted language enthusiasts. If there is any? they are said to be financially and human-capable and have not penetrated modern technology!" kilah Wirasti, subjective defending women first!

"The Dutch language itself, only interested in those mentioned earlier,"

"Hey, je spreekt redelijk Nederlands?" said the lady kece, hey you quite can speak Dutch?

Wirasti must withstand the price, if first maybe the natives can be squeezed at will. Laaa uhlaa? "Hey, wacht!" batin Wirasti, hey wait!

Wirasti directly put the face of the jutek! "Nee, nee! Je kunt nog niet eigenwijs!" hiss Wirasti, no! nay! you can't be so tough first!

I don't know, tucked away feelings of wanting to compensate for their arrogance in the past? were not their ancestors the proud oppressors of their time?

"He, waarom voel je hier zo op je gemak?" usil Wirasti said like that, hey why are you feeling so good here?

"Ik ben hier begraven, we zijn allemaal under dame!" I'm buried here, we're all under you, miss!

Nah? "Yes, right?" pekik Wirasti, indirectly found the answer to the puzzle that had been stuck in his eel!

That, just seuprit! well, it means that only a small part of the clarity about the puzzle of residence and the area around his house is answered! secrets or mysteries especially those that are still covered in a thick veil, and Wirasti whether to reveal it?