The Clairvoyance Wirasti

On the edge of conflict

Wirasti and croissantjes? not always the snack of origin of the country that gives memories and the worst side. Meaning? may he still carry a grudge, but there is no harm in gathering all those bad memories even if only for a moment?

Umphh, how beautiful isn't it? if every streak of grudge can be thrown away for a moment? or, clench the worst memories of the owner's heart cavity every serious problem that has rusted.

No exception, the mavrouw? she had so much pain in her heart, violated her pride as a mistress, felt underestimated by her bedinde, disappointed and chronic heartache towards her husband.

"Logically if he responds with actions that are not actually justified,"

"Although he realized it was against the law in his time!"

"Wouldn't a more elegant solution he could vent? no need as if he was digging his own grave .. "a little sarcasm Wirasti threw judgment, because it is unfortunate right? a classy woman like her demeans her own dignity with despicable deeds.

"Show the bar's attitude? moreover, deliberately harming others .. "wirasti wonder, of course not unexpected at all when classy women shift the level until the sepsychopath.

Wirasti imagines, although it is considered the era of iron bite horses colonization era. After all such unlawful acts will also be an astounding thing for the surrounding community, especially the mistress is not the wife of ordinary people.

"Not only the household scandal exposed, more serious deviant behavior of the mavrouw was auto not spared from the blasphemy of the local community, right?"

"Household camouflage mode!"

"The pretense leads to conflict, until the death of the stakes!"

"Then, who's wrong?"

"God!" snapped Wirasti, not happy!

"Who's wrong?" repeat, after the action of playing snapped because it makes those who hear ya shocked, cook not?

Cetus Wirasti with a flat voice extra calm, "In the title of each case it feels not fair, yes ... if only turn on unilaterally when each problem happens there must be several parties, right?"

He continued, "I think all three have the same chance or opportunity, andil has it wrong. Not just the bedinde alone, the master and mistress are also contributive!"

"Three of them?"

"Well, that's fair and don't take sides!"

Owmh?

Various arguments will emerge between the pros and cons, right? but the weird question still goes on. Although Wirasti is not fully mature, it certainly has one point of view. Wow, will it ease the attacks of the haters, ups? usually the most ignorant will have a chance to bribe, throw the most spicy word? usually it doesn't matter which side? the important thing is koar-koar until hoarse voice, eh?

"The safest thing is don't comment!"

"If only make runyam,"

Wirasti did not take sides to the left or to the right, he said. his POV chose a neutralist, if there are pros and cons he instead chose a neutral position.

So when the case of the mavrouw sticking out, he gave the impression or memory tracked by Wirasti with a clear look. That the non-native mistress was in a frenzy when she met a very bitter reality rummaging through her household, what article?

Apparently there was intrigue behind all that, the bad woman? "Woiyy, the bedinde! yes, him. Though not necessarily a hundred percent of his mistakes, right? calculate the behavior of the master first, yes the husband of the mistress!"

"Well, isn't it?"

"It's the male basket-eye can be so!"

"Women like the bedinde are even scapegoats, most of the time!"

Wirasti! furious when the mistress' husband barely escaped the reach of the prejudice, "Yes, that's right!" exclaiming Wirasti, the movement of his eyeballs instantly dodged the sign of himself amid emotions.

That's the question maybe? well, how could the madam be so full of emotions that she turns herself into a psychopath?

"Ah, where is it possible!" wirasti's grunt withstood the turmoil that was barely coming out of his hot chest cavity, there was a starting point of his defense reflected by the gesture that reflexively turned a little red!

Exposure to the traumatic story of the mavrouw raises empathy even though on the other hand at the same time making Wirasti not tolerate the actions and determined actions of the mistress who was so bar bar until the climax even gave the impression, psychopath!

"Tragic," murmured Wirasti, still trying to follow the memory of the mavrouw. Not later? is that the end of the madam's mental conflict or is it?

There has been a more serious crime than originally thought, really sadistic than what he imagined, "Psychopath," Wirasti said, feeling sad and disappointed with the mavrouw!

A grand mansion that had previously been seen, was it quiet? it has become a scene of chaos. The husband initially dodged all the accusations of the wife, "Where is there a badger?" sarkas Wirasti, ngedumel not necessarily direction!

In scene after scene shows how the two husbands and wives are not just arguing, then blaming each other, then the big commotion happened!

Wirastis? it was as if he could only stay still but continue following scene after scene.

Until, when it happened? something totally unexpected? Wirasti is between the two although Wirasti is not actually in that position. Wirasti is presented only by the memory of the mavrouw.

Wirasti screams, blaring! the figure of the woman he knew as the mavrouw initially paced looking very agitated, Wirasti should not have to ask? "What's wrong?"

An old-fashioned rifle, within range of the mavrouw? as if the gray-eyed blonde-haired woman was shining sharply it was highly trained. With the weapon cocked, his expression looked furious!

Seconds later, as if without a second thought?

Doorr!

The other figure? the man in the white shirt who was sitting on his back to the position of the mavrouw? instantly, from his seat bounced with a terrifying groan. Don't ask again? is blood spilling everywhere?

Wirasti was fixated for a few seconds, with full awareness clenching his eyelids. Even if he realized it would not help much? because his sense of sight had been fixedly staring at him all the heartbreaking sights were happening before his eyes.

"Si sir, madam's husband? then it fell out with blood. His white shirt, instantly changing color ... "

"The lady had taken aim and clearly shot her chest area!"

For Wirasti, although all these visuals seem unreal but, actually real? "Different period of time, different dimensions .. "he said with trembling lips, because of his incredible shock.

"Aa .. my aa, had ah, no!" tepisnya, instantly divert the subject. Wirasti's memory is still fresh, a horror scene he had seen!

The position of the master was tucked right at the foot of the table, blood pooled around him. He knew if exposed to the media would have been blurred?

"I'm sure the lady's shot was right about the heart, and ripped through the chest cavity and the rest of it?"

Wirasti bit his lips, his memory instantaneously on the oppa? well, oppa soldier Dai Nippon. "He met his death in a terrible way, too" pointed Wirasti.

"What do I see, ahh?" he said, without continuing his words. The samurai sword? then, the gaping abdominal cavity?

Wirasti instantly closed his eyes. "Honey, in every incident I can not choose one thing, for example far from the impression of horror and very sad, how is it always so?" he said again, often feeling inexhaustible.

Still in a half-bending gesture, while the bloody rifle he had not yet released. Indeed his hands had trembled, but the look of a vengeful face was reflex to show his smile as soon as the man collapsed drenched in blood.

"Maak een einde aan je geschiedenis" the woman's voice trembled. End your story, as she says, blurted out cynically at the man who is her husband!

Wirasti saw it can only be glued and privileged in the heart. He thought women would eventually roar like a lioness, even capable of tearing their prey apart!

Wirasti did not run out of thought, in perfomance figure as beautiful as the mavrouw? looks like a classy woman, but when feeling violated her self-esteem? like I don't care about anything, including? legal sanctions awaiting him? oh, madam? deep down, Wirasti was truly pitying.

In termangu? Wirasti while repeatedly sipping a cup of lemon tea, although sometimes his tongue feels burning! "Huh," cried his little one while throwing a distant glance at the limit of the horizon. Sunny afternoon at the end of the day, when almost every day his feelings are stirred up something invisible. Tired like?

Since his return from the hotel where he stayed because of the uncle's request? Wirasti seemed to find himself stuck in the approach of the mawrouv with several scene designs, repetitions in the form of fragments of the story either through access as if he entered a hallway through each memory, or sometimes accessed via a kind of telepathy?

Wirasti suddenly seemed to be reminded of something, then he said? "In that night? when the uncle was still saying there was breifing after his daily duties in the field, "inner Wirasti, the situation along the 6th floor hallway with each room locked tightly.

"Silent ... that's it?"

"I feel the creeps,"

"But the strangest?"

"What room is it? a few moments it sounded clear like the sound of a chair being dragged, but how many times ... "

"A few minutes is that? The sound of chairs being dragged around, what the hell?"

"That's what amazes me!"

If later? associated with the peculiarities caused by such virtual activities? Moreover, a tragic story that claimed the soul of a very sad way. No other words, dad? besides praying for the best, right?