The Clairvoyance Wirasti

Let the Darkness Go Away

Wirasti was still dumbstruck, there was not the slightest conversation.

Between him and the entity there is not much out of any conversation, a fraction of a second in silence.

Yes, the man he met the other day was the helper until he escaped the blast target? well, hot lead was directed at him.

"Huft, can die silly dah!" gerutu Wirasti's. But, what the hell is it?

"Ohuh?" wirasti exclaimed, as if reminded of something. His subconscious reminded him from the beginning, "Why should I worry about it?"

"Yes too!" wirasti jolts to himself. Isn't everything being experienced nothing more, just a dream? ups, dreams but more alive. Yes, the dream seemed to be experienced. It's really like, real!

Often he feels if just a dream, feels completely random!

"This ... emphh, not tuu!" he said, the dream experienced while he was like staying awake and every scene in the dream was like having a plot!

"That's, that's surprising!"

"It's weird again like a story,"

"Connect, again!"

Wirasti's astonishment was well reasoned. What does this have to do with a bunker and the execution process at that location between him or the man? is there anything? at least a link, or?

Wirasti seemed to feel somewhere, alone, silent and shades of gray covered with fog. Not knowing what he could do except swing a small step while fumbling where he really was? where is he stranded?

The situation or condition is all somber as it is being experienced, "Huft," the slope is short!

In the quiet and foggy surroundings, Wirasti caught a shadow approaching!

Wh who? she thought curiously, "I know her?" whispered Wirasti, such posture? making himself poultice because the last few days Wirasti felt quite familiar with him.

"Not wrong, hem?" batin Wirasti, actually Wirasti felt reluctant to meet or meet young men he accidentally knew and then clarified with exciting scenes when he as a helper god in a very precarious situation!

Yep, the bule man turned out to be from the army who helped himself from the threat of hot tin shot at the location of the basement or the basement turned out to be a bunker!

"Where's the execution bunker again!" wirasti, miris!

On another occasion, eh? did he meet again? "Is this called fate?" whispered Wirasti, terbesit unpleasant feeling.

Ck, not good? but Wirasti tried to brush off the bad shadow that flashed, "Positive thinking only!" he didn't want to be pestered by any bad assumptions.

His feeling about the army neterlander man from the beginning was good, "He is also not strange!" the objection itself, different again if until Wirasti found irregularities in the attitude shown.

"Huh, I gibeng know the taste!" sumpul Wirasti, on full alert from a bad possibility? thankfully no.

"Jij weer?" chirps Wirasti, you again?

The man did not immediately reply, but instead showed off his small smile as if saying, "Well, as you see it?"

"Bedankt .. "lontar Wirasti, it feels worth saying even after a few days? thank ye.

"Bedankt voor wat?" he said in a questionable tone, thanks for what?

Ck, decak wirasti plan. "Hey, je hebt me geholpen, toch?" wirasti said, hey you helped me, didn't you?

Greet the army man this time with a big smile, "Oh, dat?" sahut, oh that?

The man of the Dutch bule also invited him to continue walking while occasionally there was a little small talk, until he arrived at one place under the shade of a tree.

Inner Wirasti, "It's like a plant, eh flamboyant tree?" not really guessing, but actually Wirasti know seen from the color and shape of the flowers are beautiful. Not inferior to tebubuya or cherry blossoms.

"Flamboyant is beautiful too!" batin Wirasti while still admiring the flowers along the branches of the tree, the color of orange or bright yellow is just as beautiful!

"You and een beetje van bloemen?" the man asked, Do you like flowers?

"Ja" replied Wirasti, yes.

"In mijn land zijn er heel mooie bloem, je moet het weten .. "he said, in my country there is a very beautiful flower, you must know it.

"Hem, ik weet!" sahut Wirasti's.

"Tulpen toch?" wirasti added, not expecting a quick response. The man immediately returned a big smile, originally looked jutek turned out to be as familiar as that?

Wirasti also tried to divert attention and chatter, "Je hebt me nooit een idee gegeven waarom je stierf," said Wirasti carefully, you once gave me an idea why you died.

"Blijf and hier voor altijd?" tanya Wirasti is not without thought, will you be here forever?

The man reacted by furrowing his brows, but his face was later grim.

"Het was niet mijn bedoeling om je verdrietig te made. I didn't mean to make you sad.

"O, het is okay!" he said, oh it's okay.

In the eyes of Wirasti, the male entity army bule, classified as an entity that does not vary. The proof is that he always looks a henchman, even if not from the style or style of army uniforms, where is Wirasti's poultice?

"He's an army" explains Wirasti, a Dutch soldier of his day.

Psstt, luckily not a marsose? ups, Marechausse corps or special forces or deadly corps of troops formed by the colonial Dutch East Indies is an anti-guerrilla force against the resistance of the people of Aceh is a mercenary force or called mercanaries or soldier of fortune.

"This man is not like the army model in general," Inner Wirasti, intensely gave him a judgment. Aware of someone observing specifically the man turned to look at Wirasti as if he was exploring his mind path.

"Ik moet prayaat zijn!" cetusus, heard by Wirasti there is an explosion of muted emotions. I had to be a soldier!

Wirasti's reaction showed a gesture of empathy, keen to hear more of his story. The young soldier began to attract his attention!

"Maar niet om een moordenaar te zijn .. "he said, but not to be a murderer.

Whats? Wirasti was shocked, "Yes, where is it? soldiers without killing?" he thought, instantly chaotic!

"There's no such story, ah! where's he parachuted on the invasion scene? as a colonialist country? the enemy of my country?" wirasti's grouse, a bit emotional!

"Ik weet dat je boos moet zijn," he responded to Wirasti's scathing grunt. I know you must be angry.

Ck! wirasti's head feels bubbly, I don't know? maybe because he is a history lover? since SD, SMP, SMA until the age of the daplok such as his love for history never fade!

"Wat wil je and nu?" lontar Wirasti, his breath up and down. His emotions are almost at the crown, then what do you want now?

"Hm, wil ik?" kalem, sahut. Hem, would you like?

Conversations via access to the dream although not yet complete, but Wirasti as if a picture of the last moments of the young man in army uniform is always grim face.

"That's her memory!" point to Wirasti, if he seems to be carried away by the situation or condition of the man as if to confide in him at once curcol.

"What's his complaint?" one question is thrown, at least will give a clear picture of how the Caucasian man ever existed at the end of his life?

"How's the hard life of soldiers!" wirasti.

"Especially the all-female soldiers," said Wirasti without the intention of trivializing, just want to turn on his old vibes!

"From their ways and their clothes?" dengus Wirasti, reflected back the figure of each of them who was at the location of the bunker.

Hiiha? Wirasti momentarily screeched, imagined by him? how hard is their internal rhythm, "Definitely miserable?" thought Wirasti was trying as objectively as possible to watch them.

"Logic if they're sadistic!" tuding Wirasti, not omdo or doang? the proof is also what, many people soldiers are faced with firing squads.

Or, do not-don't from among themselves many are drilled in the basement or basement because of the act of defection and so on!

"Hem, it could be so anyway!" cibir Wirasti's.

Patients who are entangled in cases of fatal violations to as a convicted party and their fate dor with hot lead seemed to escape the attention of HAM let alone the lay community.

The army man? based on the memory that reached him, sometimes as if delivering his telepathy. For Wirasti to give one clear clue about himself and the scope that surrounded him!

Set as a soldier? he was so open or bluntly flaying the flawed policies of his time that he felt once made him slump.

Oh, what a scene like this? making Wirasti absorbed by pity!

"He is not subjective, only the interests of his people are exposed!" wirasti Tukas.

"Even sometimes show concern for the inlander," Wirasti added.

"At least he is able to respond to the situation of his time wisely, put even though not one hundred percent objective at least still have a conscience.

He also said the words more or less if translated will cause empathy, "Your people have suffered enough by us, I am actually tired here ... "

The next sentence can be guessed, that he as an individual feels authoritarian a tyranny that reigns in the earth between colonialists and colonized is not balanced.

Many things make him disappointed and even hurt, the anti-mainstream feeling is clearly very contradictory.

"What kind of a brother are you?" the allegations of circus directed at him clearly caused controversy.

The man was not as ambitious as other soldiers, his feelings were too subtle or sensitive for a soldier of his class. Slowly antipathy******* is exhausted in his clear conscience cavity, the man feels there is an oddity that is increasingly clumping!

Then, question? Does he deserve to be a soldier with all the violence he has to face? lived on? while on the other hand his hard soul started to porous?

The memory of the young army man gave one clue, when there was a raid incident he did not act tactically. He, the man became too slow to move and seemed soft, so?

Let the shootout occur, and escape the hunt in the raid involving a group of indigenous retardants. Actually, the action was triggered by a group of people who ignored the local government's policy regarding the issue of tribute or taxpayers like that!

In an almost continuous period, another action actually endangers the safety of the lives of soldiers who live in small village headquarters.

The headquarters were attacked from various directions, this time mobilizing the masses. The unpreparedness of the soldiers who stayed at the headquarters as a single point of weakness, and the army man? Beleaguered!

Fire blazing burning headquarters building, people's army unbalanced numbers? they vent their anger. So many people were killed, only a few left, including him. Just be a prisoner, but baby? nahas. He was killed at the hands of several people soldiers who acted as the executor, interrogation that experienced a dead lock is the cause of his life drift?

"Ik denk het wel," saying so expressionlessly, Wirasti was immediately flabbergasted! he said, I think so.

Gosh gosh?

"Zo is het beter, juffrouw!" still expressionless, it's better so miss.

Huh uh?

"Laat het zijn om het goed te made .. "he said, his voice was so convincing. Wirasti doesn't know what to say? since he says ambiguously, let it be to make amends. So he said as if to emphasize, or clearly as underlining his own words.

Wirasti's feeling became tenuous, his last words faltered and sounded clear, "Laat het zijn om het goed te made ... "

"Fout jeg?" batin Wirasti, not spoken. Mistake said? oh, could it be that his last word was a symbolic one? he was like any other soldier sacrificed as a sacrifice for the safety of those above him and the interests of his country.

The smile of the young army man was faint, the look of the pair of gray eyeballs dimmed and looked teary, something was almost spilled. Wirasti wants to call out loud to him? but the thick fog took him away?