The Clairvoyance Wirasti

Mevrouw Wie's?

Not lost his sense of trembling, Wirasti stared at the figure sitting santuy. The female figure of ala? his clothes and style? that, some kind of cosplay that represents the past century?

His intuition immediately stuck, he felt semriwing! "Mevrouw wie?" tanya Wirasti was timid. What madam? without being asked to reflex Dutch words just slide!

That woman, uh the entity just stared back at her? nod and give him a smile?

Already, that's all!

The next scene Wirasti only needs breakfast alone with all the dishes that are already available on his desk, but his feelings become a bit wast.

Then, a beakbaya woman with a paled skin hue in a broken white dress? a few seconds ago he sat down right in the face, across the front of his desk, without saying anything? where the hell is he going?

Wirasti momentarily patted the tip of his head that was hijab, not himself was forgetting something? but I feel very unfortunate. He felt he had lost one thing, a moment of togetherness?

The non-pri female-wearing entity from the past has disappeared as fast as lightning!

"Not even said anything, just a greeting as necessary. Is the female entity of the European race reluctant to argue with inlanders like me?" regret Wirasti, if the assumption is true?

"Ah, what a pity!" siss Wirasti.

"One moment dong missed?" cebik Wirasti, hastily grabbed the cutlery that was still lying on the table with a clean white lap there also arranged a dining knife.

Light grey thick ceramic ceiling plate, waiting for it? oh-ho, the buffet-style dish from the beginning yesterday caught his attention.

For the second time, on the second day of the same breakfast different day, Wirasti had taken rames rice, in his light gray plate was a single centong of white rice complete side dish and ca vegetables, in the dish, fried noodles and shrimp crackers. Before returning to the table was able to add chicken fillet menu, spiced fries do not forget the spicy sweet sour sauce.

"Hem, yumm!" murmured Wirasti, full of taste. Her smile is sweet. Slowly his two hands relaxed began to play the cutlery by tapping slowly, picking one by one dishes ala rames rice that he took himself along the buffet table at the end of the side of the restaurant room.

A waiter approached, nodding politely as he said, "Have you?" meaning used bowl because Wirasti has finished eating sweet porridge in the form of green beans mixed with black sticky rice and coconut milk.

Wirasti nodded back, the waiter took a dirty bowl to take away.

On his desk lived a plate of sliced fruit following pandan green pudding, a plate of snack in the form of a light cake like a telephone, pudding, sus and one croissant as well as a glass of water and a cup of hot bitter tea the fresh aroma of the fragrance is oozing!

Wirasti continued his breakfast in the morning!

Back his mind floated, but still also stumbled on the strange visual of his surprise earlier?

"Indeed, it's human too! sometimes there are those who are that snob. Already feel the most ... when they live and live here?" wirasti protests, linking their existence.

"But, eits? can not be hit flat actually, not infrequently between them is good enough. Familiar, supel ... "he recalled, because he had also met non-pri entities via his POV always seemed so pleasant away from the impression that was distracting as before.

Wirasti felt more sluggish, deliberately a bit linger enjoying the atmosphere of his breakfast? "When else could be like this, right?" grunt, slowly chew the rest of the complete rames rice. It feels like laughing, so early this plate of rice has moved? from the stomach plate, aaww?

"Eating well depends on the mood? but not ding! sometimes look at what the dish looks like, that's it!" in the heart of Wirasti ensure the choice of eating gymnastics this morning because it is conditioned as comfortable as vibes like hotel resto.

"Exceptions, hem?" the joke is faint, his last chew directly movement his hand slouched both cutlery on a plate light gray that already looks slippery toilet!

"Alhamdulillah," the inner Wirasti, grabbed a glass of water right on the side of his old dinner plate. Slowly a glass of warm water, momentarily soaking his throat.

"Leave one round, uh two!" without a sound, his eyes sparkled. He looked at her with interest but his stomach felt still, full?

"Keep space in your abdominal cavity, did I say?" sorry, but a little is okay? is it hard to resist when the dish is tempting?

There's no way Wirasti left two plates left on the table, is there? the consequences of taking food should be spent.

Wirasti even threw out his breath? he exhaled slowly as his hand reached for the medium-size oval plate full of his choice of snack earlier.

Haap!

Hap!

Cake phone legit sense of pandangan, nendang! not bitten slowly but Wirasti immediately chewed, nyam! you're a greedy alamak, miss?

Next turn of the susu cake, my God? Wirasti was silent for a moment, grabbing the rest of his white water immediately gulped. Hem's? the glek! the glek!

Just one more sus, not even his hand reached? someone brushed off his right hand slowly, "Sii .. sii-al?" dumal Wirasti, reflexes!

Fortunately, not in shock? jump for example. It could be, right? to his surprise someone was stuck on a suddenly tense situation surprisingly know-know-know-yawang cake, leaping reflexes and so on.

"Ma .. mavrouw?" wirasti said nervously! mrs?

Huft, this non-pri lady again? not to lose his shock, the smile he was coding with the twinkling of his blue eyes. Yep, he seemed to point at his snack plate that still left a piece of sus and croissant pastry!

"Ik hou van croissantjes," he pointed out, the non-prime mistress seemed at first glance funny? he puffed his thin cheeks. It was like seeing something so exciting! Wirasti silently watched but was held back by his gel feeling.

"Ups? he refused to forget, it's been a ghost still like croissant pastry apparently?" seloroh Wirasti but only in the heart. If he knew himself well? enough to be confused with his power!

In the hollow glare of his blue eyes? his eyes seem to be attached to something he likes? "He pointed at the pastry," inwardly Wirasti, there was a sense of compassion.

The feeling of course leads to it, the middle aged woman dress broken white with fashion fully out to date is more interesting, where her blonde hair is carried neatly neatly meets the aesthetics of European women in general.

Did you say you like pastry croissants? that is, for the first time Wirasti heard a thick Dutch accent!

Wirasti is increasingly convinced that the woman is Dutch, seen from the look of her age and the feeling that was caught by her!

Wirasti was still staring at him unblinking and half in disbelief? the non-prime lady asked him for a dialogue?

Hurriedly Wirasti nodded half nervously as well. "Wat zei mevrouw?" lontar Wirasti, actually pretended to ask back, what did the madam say? of course it's a ruse so that you can briefly hold back so that the non-pri mistress is held back by him does not leave immediately, eh!

"Hou je van croissantjes?" tanya Wirasti has begun not to be afraid, especially if the topic is about food. You like croissants?

"Ja and hebt gelijk!" welcome her happy, there was a slight hue on her pale cheeks! yes you are right!

"Als to dat wenst, mevrouw?" said Wirasti, while pushing the snack plate. Please if you want, madam?

The beakbaya woman shook her head while showing off her thin smile. Wirasti looked at him, mannered. Even though it looks like the female song looks bermanner!

For a second sitting face to face with creatures from another dimension, as much as possible Wirasti does not attract the attention of his surroundings. Occasionally he nodded, worried if someone suddenly caught him. "What do people say?" batin Wirasti's.

"Don't let me talk to myself, eh!" while impregnating like that Wirasti began to bite the tapered tip of the edge of his croissant pastry, on a medium-size plate that was several times his hand plucked back, while applying on a legit chocolate jam.

The non-pri mistress still seemed to be sitting sweetly across the table, occasionally Wirasti sighed softly. Seemed to be stuck in a rigid situation?

How many seconds later? when he intended to move to fill his empty water glass, so back to where it was? That pale-faced beakbaya woman is gone?

Until a few minutes later passed, there was no sign that the non-pri mistress would return, Wirasti even after feeling quite soon moving on.

Casual shoes with a low flat that he swing towards the exit, tracing the 3rd floor he intends to take the elevator to the 6th floor where room number 1011 is located.

"There is still enough time" he decihnya when he arrived at the door, but Wirasti wanted to rush packing his luggage.

Check out only later at 12:00 means there is still plenty of time to pack, uncle has checked out early in the morning after dawn. He immediately headed to the Malang area, fire disaster area Bromo was hit by karhutla.

Along the way during the day, Wirasti sometimes had time to be confused? I feel like I have experienced something strange. The most surprising thing why only breakfast time this morning, did not he almost three days stay at the hotel?

"Residu," the inner Wirasti, and indeed have to sharpen his inner eye? what is left in this area? why suddenly he caught the emergence of a female beakbaya non-pri, but he believes she is a real Dutch woman.

From that era? "No wonder the city was the center of great Dutch activity in the past!" said Wirasti, drawn a view filled his mind. Women who love pastry croissant is one of them, pointed Wirasti.

Until the hot day? before exactly 12:00 Wirasti had taken the elevator to the bottom floor, not how long the grab car order had been waiting exactly at the door of the hotel.

When the car moves out of the hotel yard is the view of his escape to catch a figure involved in the hotel lobby? is he? thought.

Well, that woman? the dutch-accented woman? "Is he the one who mbahurekso at this location? is territory here?" that kind of thought began to junction itself all that afternoon? all the way home?