The Clairvoyance Wirasti

Gercep

The word, who is afraid? it becomes an encouragement in Wirasti. Ugh, in fact, a Wirasti is not the type of coward.

What is there to fear?

Wirastis? all this time brave enough to face the situation in the view of others maybe, serem? frightful? the horror?

For Wirasti in the dictionary his life is almost suppressed to such a minimum of these feelings, how could Wirasti be overwhelmed with fear?

While almost every day though not routine actually Wirasti forced to face strange things, it is a sign that he has and began to intensely touch with them from another dimension.

As he remembered it has happened since he leaked? somehow the process of knowing everything happens just like that, if it is followed backwards has not been counted experiencing something that is not really expected.

But, where could he possibly brush aside let alone curl? everything seemed to be automatically without being able to hold.

Yeah, if it's a flood! it overflows mercilessly then spills everywhere uncontrollably. It's like that, hem?

Wirasti can only resign over all who distribute one after another without being able to dodge it, really leaked Wirasti at that time can only be carried away without being able to fight it.

All that, fitrah? it was as if it had been laid out and presented to him. Everything was only realized little by little when the Wirasti bocil felt increasingly intense in contact with odd vibes from time to time.

"I? long ago forged," he said, giving a picture of the situation that makes him continue to grow and become a brave figure starting from the age of the leak!

"If I really want to refuse, yes reject my condition why not be as normal as others?" he thought, so consciously often found himself not the same as others.

Especially when it was a child, there was always felt different with the ability that attached to him.

There was some sort of rebellious attempt, Wirasti often had to experience some kind of inner war contradiction? yep more or less so.

"I don't want this vision ability" he lamented.

Little Wirasti's complaint? just slapping the wall of his room, yawning away? or, get carried away by the wind and just stick to the shoots of leaves outside the house? there is no other way to release the situation that makes it worse and only cause anxiety.

Little Wirasti can only complain alone, without anyone or anyone hearing it?

Yes, because Wirasti himself does not want to complain to anyone?

Know it? as a result of the situation that had made him fall awake alone, Wirasti also grew into a child with special vision.

But give another impact, namely? forming a characteristic in the personality of Wirasti increasingly shows that the introvert is increasingly attached to him.

Ugh, introvert? yep, it's appropriate that way. Since then? Wirasti prefers to withdraw, knowing that he is not like other people.

"Not an inequality," point to the situation or state of himself as invalid for example, is not it!  wasn't! wasn't!

Invalid state if he is physically or physically disabled, right? but this, no!

Wirasti feels normal. An imbalance that he experienced lies in him looking at it in another way related to his strange ability that increasingly leaves his dullness, even though he feels like a knife but Wirasti himself feels never sharpened it.

"Reran," he said, often he clucked himself filled with admiration for what was going on and hit him. Yes, all of that is related whether what is in progress in him.

One day when I was very small? his parents invited him to visit his grandparents' house in a corner of DIY precisely in the Kulon Progo area, the situation of the parents' house from his father's side was indeed quite extensive especially with the garden around the house filled with large trees. Imagining the circumstances around makes Wirasti feel brave!

Instincts are fast moving, evening time? as remembered. Wirasti intended to pass from the back room to the front room of course had to pass through the middle space that was so vast, he said, because in the connected part of the room is an empty room commonly used by his grandparents supposedly to store in the house as storage of rice crops.

Steps too? got stopped by the sound of someone coding himself to turn?

"Shhhh ...!"

Of course, by reflex Wirasti dizzy trying to find the direction of the sound.

"Sshhh," for the second time, and Wirasti instantly stopped his small steps.

Instinct Wirasti directly stared at the bottom of the large dining table in the middle of the room. What was then seen by him?

Huh huh? Wirasti stared at pias. Incredible shock and fear!

What, that? Wirasti bocil staring fixedly from a distance even though not too close?

The one who gave the code, sshhh? it is in a position as if it is squatting.

Unfortunately, when it was almost evening, but the lights in the room were still extinguished, although not very clear but could be seen by Wirasti.

The estimate? the creature that was crouching under the dining table, exactly?

Resembling some kind of jungle guy? or more like a chimpanzee but a little smaller. Yeah, I remember that!

Realizing that he was threatened, Wirasti bocil screamed and then ran away!

The memory when he began to have more maximum ability, new ngeh?

That he had seen in his time is still very leaked is none other than the emergence of vortex form, genderuwo! yeah, Wirasti made sure of that.

The emergence of vortex for the sake of vortex was starting to pat the brand from that moment, imagine the gaes of small children forced to always clothed guts test only?

Netra bocil long used to adapt visual and intense interaction with astral from other dimensions.

What could the little Wirasti not see? in addition to being released by the genderuwo, Wirasti's inner eye was able to capture a piece of silhuet either? then the little guy who was always his playmate.

Emerging from the corner of his room, originally Wirasti the same child at that time?his fear is not playing!

Kunti bocil first appeared in a shabby white dress and furry hair is not much different from adult kunti, he asked her not to feel afraid.

"Don't be afraid" he persuaded.

Karuan Wirasti was initially excited, feeling gripped by the overwhelming fear. However, over time the feeling of terror was gone by itself.

Slowly Wirasti finally can expel his fear, the friendship of two different dimensional beings was going on without anyone knowing. The two are secretly friends.

In the room size of 3 x 3 meters that Wirasti often accompanied his little friend, when late at night arrived the surrounding was quiet. It looks like Wirasti has gone booby but actually, no!

The little giggling sound that only he could hear himself had so familiarly slapped his eardrum, as familiar as he was playing a puppet with his playmates. The braid-haired doll was his little friend's favorite.

"May I take it later, I'll show my mother!" the door one day. Wirasti could only nod.

One day that his little friend did not appear alone, from the corner of his room looks mother and child approached him.

Wirasti was timid when his best friend showed a woman in a white dress not on her feet, her hair was unraveled and her face was serem.

Jesus, shock therapy? since the age of the boy Wirasti has trained mentally strengthened!

But there is another more severe shock therapy that he was forced to experience, when he had entered elementary school age.

Wirasti's life with his family was somewhat nomadic when he was in the 5th grade of SD. Living in a rented house not far from the sugarcane plantation area owned by PG Madukismo DIY area, every departure and return to school Wirasti must divide the area of plantation that size.

Where to go only on foot, the morning was clouded almost rain. His friends have all left, Wirasti alone is left behind.

"Ah, should be alone?" without a second thought the important thing rushed over and immediately arrived at the school.

Enter the plantation area, left right cane plants look lush almost harvested. Sometimes there is was was when splitting the road alone.

Well? only half the way the rain drizzled down. Wirasti ran around a little, fortunately the rain coat he had been wearing since from home because the cloud was getting darker.

Before reaching that first village, Wirasti was surprised by something?

So ugly before arriving right in front of the gate his feelings were already bad. Just a second ago? like someone is following?

"Who?" he thought questioningly. His instincts seemed to ask him to look back!

Aye! little Wirasti conjecture? "There must be something," he guessed right!

"That's .. ii-tu?" point at Wirasti, intending to point at something frightening but his voice was instantly raucous!

Wirasti was nervous, trembling, so scared that his body trembled.

His naked eye caught the whole creepy visual being not far away standing in one corner!

"That-that, pocong?" Wirasti could only be entrenched with an overwhelming feeling of fear.

A pocong? yes, who does not know the astral like the candy wrapper?

"Pockmarks?" almost unsure of his vision, Wirasti still had time to rub his eyes. Hadeuh, gokil bye!

"Fast to leave this place,"

"Come, run! run!" his jolt while saying like that Wirasti immediately ngibrit, fortunately still able to run as fast as he could.

While still imagined, the figure wrapped in a shroud but it appears that the white color has faded like a splash of wet soil, because the middle of the day was drenched in rain?

"Huft, more experience?" strangely, do not think his breath does not go up and down.

Undoubtedly? every time he experienced something strange like that, feel retraced a inch!

Mental training due to often experiencing strange things around her, from many things like that Wirasti grew into a strong young woman!

One thing when he has moved from the age of rarity to maturity, Wirasti not only fortifies himself with qualified characteristics until he looks assertive, but how Wirasti most demen deal, with?

"It's not really my will, but what can I do, hem?" decih Wirasti's.

What often passed through his mind every contact with the astral dimension had linked his heart and mind. The other side that often makes can not stem his curiosity?

Oops, curiosity? that limited?

"Hey, don't get too pussy, miss!" such reprimands are not even able to stem his curious nature when something arises that makes him provoked.

Gosh gosh?

Wirasti was so gercep, fast motion!

As if it was down to TKP aka Place Genesis Matters. Wonderful, very receptive.

Wirasti felt increasingly challenged when he began to tread step by step level up? ups, level up?