The Clairvoyance Wirasti

The Dedengkot

Wirasti, woken. A while circulating his gaze, the broad daylight wind blowing fiercely ripped dry leaves from above the trees, rustling of leaves deciduous one by one or at the same time hovering from above the height visible by a pair of round eyes Wirasti as if slow motion?

It looks like dry twigs also fall along with dry leaves stepped on casual shoes. Wirasti continued to step up, after opening the gate padlock and slowly pushed it with one of his legs until it sounded, krieett!

"Huft, less lubricant!" great-grandson Wirasti, his gaze pushyly watching next to the gate that had already half opened.

"Pantesan is still rusty," he hiss, while retracing the steps in the yard area that already looks neat. The bush around the yard has been trimmed since yesterday.

After the lecture he immediately covered the direction home but cut the compass turned towards a quiet street, because it was the only thing that could be taken with a shorter duration than around the city.

Wirasti's intention to stop by his villa house, for some reason? as if there was such a strong attraction? "Magnetic field, huh?" his lips from behind the helmet while the roar of his matic engine followed the pace towards the outside of the city!

A week before his abandoned villa house was renovated, even if the plans of both his orts were not in their entirety or in total. But the villa house that is not maintained does need improvement here and there before it is occupied.

Wirasti threw away the streets of the village but on the outskirts of the city, his matic continued to accelerate with his loud voice. One more bend?

The distance from the direction of the city to the villa house is much closer than when still in his old house, so Wirasti will be faster and not stuck in traffic each way to the campus.

Arriving in an area along the village road left the right road in the form of vegetable garden hektaran, after the road cornering until Wirasti just ahead of the entrance to the villa house.

The rusty gate looks already in front of the eyes, the door padlock is not rusty anymore?

It has been replaced with a new padlock, apparently all day yesterday the villa house was cleaned by two artisans. While revamping here and there, including replacing the gate padlock that has worn out apparently.

This is the umpteenth time Wirasti back and forth to visit the house that will be occupied, after the renovation process then the family will stay in the villa forever.

Wirasti's memory, always stumbling on flasback flakes? like scattered pieces? one by one Wirasti had to take it back, about if he found something in his villa house, huh all that effort to save his memory back?

Who would have thought, just a house but not just any house turned out. Both orders have a share, why so enamored with the originally abandoned house?

Want to not want the villa house to make Wirasti intervene? exerting a capability not as much as it related to energy radiation there.

The house that suddenly triggered his collection of capable of a fraction of the vision of the inner eye, became not close to his portal. Except?

Yep, Wirasti felt how hard it was to clash with power? exerting his energy, when he was besieged by the power of a transmission that increasingly made him keteter!

Fortunately, Wirasti had an unflappable guts. Wirasti is a brave child, to grow up because it has been nurtured so even trained because of circumstances.

"Be careful, miss!"

"You're in a field you haven't known before,"

"Do not be rash ... "

Uwhhhh's?

A range of light-caliber warnings that resemble a tsunami early warning? it means that he must obey, "If he does not want to be harmed?"

Unfortunately, Wirasti's head was not too worried about him, what should be the concern of everyone.

Yeah, everybody? "What extent do people detect my football?"

"I know, not at all!"

"I've been silent all along ..."

Imbuh Wirasti a moment later, "And silenced," he said, clearly caught a tone full of annoyance not regret you know!

"Applying extra caution is far more important than regretting it later,"

Wirasti!

"No," said Wirasti short, he promised to be extra careful as when for example there was an early warning of a tsunami or volcanic eruption, eh!

When first covering alone there, up to the second time, the third? and then settled as one of the residents in his villa house.

"Am I okay, hem?" Wirasti said so without high-minded intent.

Indeed, the first time he was in the spot area during broad daylight the first time stepping on the abandoned yard, the aura was different and had made Wirasti was was.

It was even detected by him, once he entered the next area through the side porch directly to the backyard. The cursor flickered as if it were getting brighter? "Oh, here apparently?" wirasti's instincts sniffed the energy radiation strengthened!

The next day his visit returned, as if Wirasti got a welcome greeting?

Just on the front porch area, there is a window of a room. "That must be one of the rooms?" guess it.

"Not so clear, anyway,"

"Dii .. dii-a, a woman!"

Instinct Wirasti jump. "Possibly human," gives its own objection.

"Imstahilun," decih Wirasti, consoling himself. At this location? suddenly there was someone who gave it to him?

"Where is it possible, ah?" he thought it was half-replicating his special sense of sight because it was able to capture visual vortexes in broad daylight!

Between sure and not? Wirasti actually strengthens his guts, slowly his casual shoes shift direction toward the chest-high window.

Treading for a moment, nanar stared inside through the sturdy window glass?

"There's no one?"

Wirasti's smile wry! "Huft, obviously there was a nempel face there, "his hiss, still so sure between the vision of the inner eye and the naked eye in sync.

The first night the family occupied his villa house, nor were there any signs of horrendous. Except, the interference intended for Wirasti because the only one with a special vision.

"Feeling protested," snorted Wirasti, they were late that night as if coming to him.

"Biasalah felt the spot area was disturbed,"

"May mean protest!"

Wirasti was a bit daunted as well, but tried to strengthen his guts. Up to a third of the night, shit? until almost the dawn of the strange attack subsided.

The next day Wirasti did something by fortifying himself and his surroundings, on the advice of a young man. Trying to be more solemn worship, chanting many prayers and recitations of the Qur'an. Even every chance of his room there was a murotal as if filling his room's hearing room.

"Although not mental, at least efforts to minimize .." explained Wirasti.

Wirasti's instinct always leads to one thing, because his villa house may not be just a few years vacated. More than he imagined?

Wirasti also began to be disturbed by something, "Newly my guess, anyway," while saying like that several times he started to contract something?

In the room size of 4.5 x 3 meters night increasingly late around increasingly quiet, the sound of TV in the middle room a few minutes ago was not heard. Wirasti also intends to fall, just take a position with a few pillows.

Wirasti's eyes were somehow fixed on the mirror along his wardrobe, right there?

"Astaghfirullah" said Wirasti. Immediately aware of his surprise.

The first flash of Wirasti's vision stumbled on the mirror reflection of so many inchles from his bed, "The old woman?" Wirasti immediately goosebumps.

Not saying anything, except his sharp eyes look intimidating. Just a split second? visual vortexnya able to capture the vision of the inner eye Wirasti.

The rest? like hypnotizing Wirasti. Do you know getting carried away to dreamland? as far as I know Wirasti another situation is spreading itself somewhere out of nowhere?

The old grandma was waiting for him? Wirasti almost stopped his steps if he did not signal for himself to approach!

Only with the language? the old woman wanted to say that she had lived for a long time in the villa house area, "To be exact under your residence ... "

Huh huh? sontak surprised Wirasti. The old granny seemed to lightly say so, what does it mean?

Wirasti's mind went straight to Distract! "Don't you?"

Since the appearance of an old woman who looks somehow his age has reached how many decades? appear themselves? while saying it has stayed a long time, there?

Wirasti was quick to think otherwise, "Stay below .. " without continuing his words, but his gut feeling was immediately unpleasant.

Gosh gosh? his jolt. Wirasti as reminded of something. "Could it?" he kept guessing.

Even if Wirasti like drifting through, a dream? but he gave her a picture.

That old woman or granny is impossible not some sort of baurekso? yeah, some kind of ruler in the region. There is a mythical assumption of local territorial control.

Strange as well, if then Wirasti as if brought to believe? "Can't believe how?" hiss Wirasti, everything was clear he could feel, he could see and his intimidation just distracted him.

"Hey, miss? let's just say it's your grandmother, out of things!"

Wirasti was stunned, but then inhaled a deep breath of air. "Right is faced with one question?" the corner of his lips lifted. Want to force a smile but that looks just a frequent.

Oops, at least now Wirasti already know exactly one of the protesters on the first night at his villa house and who made it was even intimidating him? hufts.