The Clairvoyance Wirasti

The Blaster, huh?

Every time Wirasti carried someone's memory, but someone he meant was an entity. Is Wirasti's extra abilities still around that? well, whatever it was for Wirasti felt herself being dragged into one vortex. The vortex that positions itself as if it existed in a situation where the entity once existed experienced complicated things, terror, persecution, stress even to the level of depression? all of it is like a puzzle or pieces of their kind of story that are presented in a demanding manner, even not infrequently mediated with the condition Wirasti capture telepathic signals.

"A story often becomes clearer!"

"But not infrequently there are also beheaded in the middle of the road, if something like that yeah. Because it has been disconnected just like that, maybe the entity is concerned either because of what factors? not continuing the story?"

But so far? Wirasti felt more often get a puzzle or pieces of their story to the ending, "There are indeed some who were decapitated .. "clearly, not detailed mention which story?

From the time he had an extra ability, until slowly honed to leave his unity, Wirasti also often experienced something unexpected. Moreover, more and more days the range of the extra ability is increasingly shiny, even like a magnet itself seems to have a certain attraction to begin to come into intense contact with them.

Even so Wirasti does not want to laugh at the ability attached to it, the sweet-eyed virgin turn? still remain the same person, only the character that is jutek already so innate original that has never changed a inch!

Oh-ho's? each time he gets an impression, he must then painstakingly follow the will to the memory of the person or entity who has chosen him even though not as a mediumization, but as a medium, but the impression that reaches Wirasti is not uncommon will process for days.

"No, sometimes it happens!"

"Either of which is continuously more time-shortened, do not have to take days ... "

"The story of oppa serdadu for example,"

"Also including that one yesterday!"

Yep, since his return from Bandung then until home? for days he was directly impressed. "The non-indigenous lady of the mavrouw seemed to bombard with all the stories she experienced!"

"There is an impression, feeling coincidentally met who can be invited to vent or curcol? uh!"

"It feels like days until I'm bored!"

"But good thing he was all delivered, fair!

"Includes an uncomplicated entity!"

"Only, sometimes we have to think for ourselves. It's not human, is it? they are entities although there is one way to tell their version as in the memory, but sometimes it must be straightened out" said Wirasti.

Who says it is the terror of those who have changed or made themselves by such transformations, "I think they are like that for one reason or another!" wirasti added, because he had caught a chat that made it clear how they processed so.

"I don't want to say, I know enough!" he said, avoiding the assumption as if later himself the most?

One of the entities once curcol to him, related to the thing that makes him captive can not go anywhere. "I'm too deviated to be human, there are many things that are unforgivable? forgive her? when I was being processed, I was just being released. I can what? I'm so damned, ya resigned kujalani that like this can only, swaying not necessarily direction and footing ... "

The deg! puzzles, or pieces of such stories have been conveyed to her impression. "Dii .. dii-a? women ronggeng in the era of Dutch colonization, "inner Wirasti suddenly, baper.

Iba too! her heroine, "She is typical of whiny, although bitter that she experienced but always looks like a whimper of her time!"

"I'm not selected," maybe he meant to say that!

I don't know, the selection path was missed so much? then as an entity that fared will forever no footing between dimensions?

Wirasti also thought far, that because she had as a dancer or ronggeng woman, that, aggravated by her condition was always light-hearted as a woman even as a game of the average striped male Dutch soldiers in that era!

Wirasti can only stroke the chest, while many times jumping the words istigfarh. It is heartbreaking for the fate of indigenous women who are not classy like themselves to be one of the victims of savagery and colonialist oppression in the past.

Is that one of the excesses caused by mastery in the colonial era? socially the decline of the nation and this country seems not to be a master in his own country, precisely the ruler who planted his colony. Until there are limits and discriminations between inlander and neterlander, right?

Wirasti can only look back with a picture of society in general living below the poverty line, inlander which they mean no more as jongos or bedinde. If not for netting the previous policy under pressure as a roda worker.

In the future when over time, social pressure and excesses sometimes put indigenous women as mistresses of the Dutch masters, for example, when they are employed in plantations such as tea plants in some regions of the earth.

"Their fate is still ill," thought Wirasti, inflamed!

Or if not, it is enough to be employed in the houses of Dutch masters and mistresses as a bedinde or art. Position as a housekeeper, or some men as jongos.

"So, there are often incidents or cases such as .. "said lirih Wirasti, his feelings immediately carried away sad and drifted far?

Like, the story presented by the mavrouw, Wirasti does not judge as a single mistake. "I think there's cause and effect here" he said, positioning himself on the neutral side!

"Not entirely the bedinde's fault,"

"Because there's the master's role!"

"The mavrouw is too emotional?"

"His message was blindly filled with his jealous feelings? violated self-esteem and so on, it is not impossible that many things become triggers in the household,"

"Fixed with depression?"

"Maybe!"

Everything is impressed finally, Wirasti became the goal of the mistress to show her memory. From A to Z until the hidden story is revealed, "He's just waiting and needs to vent and curcol?"

"That long? beyond the fold of time?"

Wirasti returned as if reminded by something? "Maybe I'm insensitive myself?"

"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 snatches away one's soul? ugh, more than one person? the way is very sad. The location of the hotel where he stayed is TKP, although it has been obscured by the fold of time ago? at least the residual energy will never be quiet or curbed by alternating times.

Wirasti shuddered too? but, makjleb! the problem in his mind is there a sense of contention about the point of view, related to the sentiment that began to spread in him?

"Eating weapon sir?"

Wirasti was also agape? for the sake of showing that one of the previous generations, rather they? "My boy?" exclaimed Wirasti, somehow suddenly feel slapped!

"Why?"

"Why, why!" gerutu Wirasti, imitating the word why repeatedly. Behave like a child. Didn't he? knew there was an alias genetic line between his ancestors not what he expected.

"The Aryans alone did not want to mix with the indigenous people of India, the Dravidian tribe at that time!"

"The conons are all for the sake of the purity of the aryan race which is considered more noble,"

"There is an element of discrimination!" ngedumelnya not uncertain direction, precisely the direction skinned his dislike? a view that is not in accordance with his heart.

"Did, Wir? why sewot is that?"

Wirasti frowned, the romance of his face looked tangled because it held back the upset.

Yep! the Ubek-ubek breed, aka the bloodline? or, I don't know if there's a slight genetic decline in my grandparents' line and then my mom's?" wirasti if you want to dream?

Unfortunately Wirasti all do not care, he prefers leumpeung or choose only jutek? "Rather than rambling!" the grunts are starting to dislike kidnapping such a thing!

For the day he plucked pastry croissantjes, is that the culprit? "Did, croissant?" cibir Wirasti to himself.

So, what does Wirasti have to do with pastry in the form of croissants?" Umph, of course, is set, historic and hidden classic!" seloroh Wirasti, although it does not look serious but there is something stored behind the selengeannya!

Oops, sassy? yeah, what's his name if it's not a whim. Wirasti with a face is not seriously talking words in a guyonan, meaning far from a serious impression.

Well, so many decades ago exactly when the horse was still biting iron? oops. "I mean the Baheula period, the old age, the bending colo period. Ah, ouch? what's the word, huh?" ringis Wirasti even confused himself when he wanted to dub something more excited, excited that leads to the impression of funny even ridiculous!

"Oh, yes that's how it is!" said Wirasti while showing off the coldness a few seconds, related to the mavrouw then, croissantjes? Wirasti seemed to be reminded of one thing that is connected with the genetic history of his family in the past.

Huh uh? why, why should I hahh? the reality of Wirasti does have a long relationship if asked about the history of his family, all began with the circumstances of the era that gave it.

Well, youho? the term appears again! "The age that gave it?"

It must be the question, "What the hell, right?"

Ssttt, a time full of twists. You all unborn on? the historical conflict between your ancestors and the ruler begins with a long history, the monopoly of spices resulting from the fall of Constantinople in 1415, and the continuing ancient shipping expeditions to the east, successive disputes in the land of origin of spices between Portuguese vs. Spanish then followed by Dutch merchants until the monopoly of spices was controlled by Dutch traders.

"Dutch is more resilient, managed to dispel the Portuguese and Spanish, since it was thought to form a trade union called the VOC. The history of the colony began, from the VOC relay later became the government of the Dutch East Indies to the actual Dutch colonialists ." Wirasti recalled, apparently like to tinker with history books owned by his mother's note bene basic education S1 History program.

Wirasti is quite respectful of the classic story of the historical conflict that was caused, until one thing sticks and becomes a note in the corner of his heart.

"One side I like, the other side I don't like!"

"No like? don't like the reason?"

"No, don't you like it, if it's the reason? Eummphh ..." said Wirasti while thinking first, because there is a question about the obvious reason he is not ashtray, the origin of the sound or the origin of the answer right?

Wirasti's mind reflexes glare far away? I was trying to say, "Likes and dislikes?" repeat again, not realizing it is precisely these words as boomerang for him. Wirasti had to bother finally answering it himself, instead of himself not want to be considered asbun alias talking not really thought, what says the world?

"Who is loved or vice versa!"

Wirasti suddenly said, "Heh, thought only to me what? it's yummy!" fierce chirps!

It is not easy to make every view ngeh right then and there when we want to make other parties one prediction with us. "That's not easy," murmured Wirasti, because what is demanded around the desired topic will actually end up being a disaster.

So, what makes Wirasti muter-muter seem to want to distract but instead, chaotic?

"Emphh, my prey is no .." she hesitated.

"Did, Wir? speaking of which dong!"

"Ii. ii-ni I've spoken clearly!"

"Yes, what the hell?"

Cebik Wirasti ventured, he said? "From my mother's side it was .. aa-da, the blaster turned out!"

Huh, seriously? Wirasti nodded languidly. So then? that, problem? why did he get nervous after giving a strict statment about the mixing of races, unfortunately Wirasti even got the impression of a handsome crossbreed male figure, who is he?