The Clairvoyance Wirasti

Two Sides of Currency

Wirasti felt a bit gagu when he realized that in his family line there was something he considered deviated from his original estimate. "You're a racist, Wir! it becomes a problem and a burden. Never mind, stop do not need to think too detailed all rambling and drain energy!" gerundel himself, as if asking not too far to question something that twitches in the cavity of his head.

It starts with the coachman's debate, but the funny thing goes with itself. Whats? where is there such a coachman debate? everywhere is the name of the coachman debate between two or more people, Wirasti mah too late lebay!

"Did, Wir? you're getting weird!" the sneer that did not make Wirasti shake, deliberately ignored even though his feelings began to be arrogant!

One thing is real, not once twice he tried to dig from his mother. Although all that is only a story, while the story has been frozen for decades in one place and only wishful bias remains. Since he was slightly disturbed by entities related to colonial history, then they one by one gave him an impression. Wirasti also studied the history of his family, because indirectly one day his mother ever keceplos tell about his ancestors who were married by the Dutch master?

Whoa-ho? excited meddling cob, that happened in Wirasti initially applies that he seemed as an observer, aka observer? have a little time to observe. Huh uh? "Well, did you runyam?" grunts, so revealed that his family was married to Dutch people in the past!

Wirasti can only, huh? huh huh? uh huh? huh huh?

"Extreme is too?"

"That's a sewot, Wir?"

"Hurricane, why do you persoalkan? would you like a cake negroid, caucasoid cake, mongoloid cake? let's just 'what?"

Wirasti's thin lips look more and more like a thin line but the face is expressionless, looks flat! just his pair of turning eyes alone seemed to flicker like a flickering.

"I think my great-grandmother's household with the master, nothing more like the story of the general indigenous women who married the Dutch master!" point Wirasti, but there is little doubt about which part?

"What am I worried about as the average case of indigenous women is considered one eye, not some kind of female married to the Dutch master then like a big mistress? I think some kind of mutualistic symbiosis?" cibir Wirasti, samar!

If that's true? "Aah!" sigh Wirasti, rude!

"It feels peeng, hihh!" as if he were losing his patience. Reflexes clenched his hands, I don't know what that means?

For Wirasti really can not be justified, even if only its ancestors indirectly? because it is not considered his original ancestor or direct lineage that lowers his genetic self, but for Wirasti still he is stuck because however such deviant things he contributes to give a little sneer.

"Bikin my heart wry!" he said, because he still felt bad! In the eyes of Wirasti how upset there is a historical form of profession? still mending if married without this attribute?

"Well, this isn't? not like pure on the basis of love? but, huh except? between employer and bedinde? "

"What if ... yes?" chirps of disappointment overflowed in Wirasti's heart and mind.

However, it is undeniable that the past of our society still lives below the poverty line, such conditions as a point of weakness and utilization. Well, it is still profitable if married without frills is considered the lower level." said Wirasti pessimistic once referring to the reality of the era?

"If it's been a case of such a thing really sensi you, Wir?"

Wirasti does not budge at all just his mind to, what he experienced involving his extra abilities has seized his attention. The fulcrum when he stuck and dealt with what he did not expect at all, even though he actually knew everything and never really known or heard. So there was a small point about something unexpected earlier? as if it were soon spilling!

This, the footage that had made him a little chaotic!

"One side I like, the other side I don't like!" as soon as Wirasti debated one thing that began to crisscross!

"No like? don't like the reason?" uber other sounds.

"No, don't you like it, if it's the reason? huh, eumph, eumm ..." said Wirasti while thinking first, because there was a question about the reason he was clearly 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 be troubled to finally answer it himself, instead of himself not want to be considered asbun alias talking not thought well, what says the world?

"Who do you like or who do you dislike?" clearly the direction of the question leads to one thing, a priori element that is developing.

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 also seems to want to distract but instead, chaotic?

"Emphh, my prey is no .." she hesitated. Want to say but, gagu?

"Did, Wir? speaking of which dong!" suddenly protested fiercely, Wirasti kicep initially his lips began to move while he said?

"Ii. ii-ni I've spoken clearly!" wirasti's voice was full of doubt.

"Yes, what the hell?"

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

Gubraaac!

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

Already become a, a feature? well that's kind of it. When Wirasti rises or arises his desire or his wish is focused on one thing. It will continue to be thought of during the night, including when something milling starts to fill or overload. While he is unable to control it, what happens?

Yep, what is it that's fidgeting through the cavity and stomping through the wall of his mind? it will slowly clot. Wirasti will also be filled with a rage as a reflex on what suppresses his mind.

His mother at first glance had told about the existence of the young master blasteran as a son figure son of one of the ancestors, supposedly a difference of several years just above the age of the grandmother at that time.

A gibb? then, well who would have thought, right? in the fold of time for decades to come it turns out there is one genetic line although not directly splashed one extra ability, to be able to connect with it?

Impossible bin impossible, right? the owner of the extra ability is none other than, not even the strong enough guts of the tengil to tear apart the sarangheyo, eh? the nest where the young master of the crossbreeds was residing? yep more or less so!

"Master Morris," Wirasti sighed, carried away and followed by calling him that. When he first appeared in his midnight dream, oh-ho? did the guy get teleportation access?

Wirasti was the one who met him, because it was not Wirasti who was visited but vice versa!

"Do you think you're getting too much involved and connected to them in those kinds of eras?" guess Wirasti, why it was so easy for him to come to them, to move into their dimension!

"Mr Morris was dragged, so was Wir?"

Wirasti nodded!

As each person is connected, everything just goes. "It's like meeting or visiting an old friend!" cebik Wirasti, imagined how he approached and began to intensely connect with him.

Just as his mother had told stories and gave images, maybe while the past or vague footage of the past sticking out of the heap of his subconscious?

"Mr Morris is handsome, every time he comes to your daughter's house, the house of the great great grandmother's family because of his great-grandfather as the village chief in his day. Mr. Morris always loved to ride a bendi!"

A bendi? it resembles a delman, or a horse-drawn carriage. But the bendi driven by Mr. Morris is smaller and slimmer, apparently secretly the grandmother became a secret admirer of his distant cousin who every few afternoons to his house!

Eits wait! mr Morris is not as personal as a familiar crossbreed, huh shit isn't it?

"He's a bitch!" tell her mother about her grandmother's cousin!

Wirasti's intuition was instantly moving! "God, pongah!" his lips were not happy, considering who he was? who's his mother's family? because after all his mother was only an indigenous woman who might be considered her degree or her dignity lower?

"Damn!" dengus Wirasti's.

"That's the kind of thing I don't like!" his chirps, often trigger himself to urinate himself.

Wirasti's dislike was felt as a reasonable thing, he felt on the one hand his dignity as if abused. "Even if I myself do not feel directly," his small protest about the degradation he considered to be mentally derailing!

"Umphh, bedinde?" batin Wirasti is raging immediately! well, as it is remembered that it became a trigger for social stratification that tapered in those days.

Instantly, his pride was crushed? well, that kind of point of concern is not acceptable legowo whatever the reason. Bedinde or call it the term auxiliary in the colonial period when the economic and social average of indigenous people is substandard, not infrequently cause bad excesses and degrading views. That side is the most difficult!

"But, Wir? didn't your ancestors get the nickname Mbah nyonyah?"

Wirasti immediately furrowed his brows, his gaze nimble! "Huh?" grunt later.

"But it's still a problem, like two sides of a currency!"

"What?"

"Yeah!"

Wirasti was so a priori to one thing related to one of the predecessors in his family, indirect slurs even though it never reached his ears. Wirasti was too sensitive to digest the stigma around him over the choice of his ancestors at that time, although the name Mbah nyonyah pinned on him after all Wirasti was less respectful.

Especially when Wirasti heard the next story related to the internal treatment of the Mbah nyonyah family, an unfamiliar attitude, both from the husband and from his two children. Young master Morris and non Anne, both often show unfriendly attitude.

Wirasti was only able to hold the dongkol, when his mother told him how the grandmother and her parents were treated in a minimally adab way! "Any, isn't his native mother pure why his two sons songong so?" thought Wirasti by giving a whimper!

"Your grandmother was a teenager at the time, often seeing how Mr. Morris behaved when it came to her home ... "

"What did you do, Mom?"

"Your grandmother said, Mr. Morris every time he came down from his building just entered the house screaming call your great-grandmother!"

"Asking your great-grandmother to come to her house, Mr. Morris told her mother ... "

"Is his speech far from politeness?" cut Wirasti already felt bad first.

It felt tertoreh, Wirasti could not tolerate even the slightest thing could not hide his unpleasant feelings.

His mother's explanation regarding the image of Mr Morris's behavior increasingly makes him furious, is that why he spread to himself antipathy with the form of marriage that era? when her great-grandmother sister married the Dutch master but different status.

Some regret Wirasti, "Why do my great-grandmother sisters humble themselves, is not her family not a lowly class that is so easy as a bedinde? is it that bad?"

Inevitably, his great-grandfather from the direct lineage of respectable people in his time. "Mbah my own great-grandfather was married to a village chief," said Wirasti, hesitating.

"But this one great-grandmother?"

"Ah, yeah .. I don't know!" wirasti said annoyed. But since he was connected, he always experienced ignorance as a reflection of his fad of trying to disturb him.

Not a shadow involved when a handsome face with a height of 183cm, he tried to connect with him. Yep, the rather exposed portal gave him a signal. Oh-ho are you a gray-blue-eyed crossbred young man? are you Mr Morris?