The Little Vampire Belongs to Mr. William.

who is that woman?

The Part 71

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Arista sat on the edge of William's bed, staring at William who never woke up from a long sleep. The right hand grabbed William's right hand which was beside William's stocky body.

“Uncle. Don't you miss me anymore?” Arista placed the back of his right hand on his smooth cheek, both eyes closed as William's skin touched his cheek. “Uncle. You've been sleeping too long, I'd really like to hear your scolding keep scolding me.”

William's forehead shriveled, the fingers of his left hand slowly moving. William's body tilted toward the direction where Arista was sitting grasping his right hand. “You are noisy once rancid boy. Can't I just rest for a while.”

Arista let go of William's hand, tilting his head at the face, William's eyes still closed. The right hand stalling open forcibly closed eyelids. “Means Uncle heard all my sayings.”

William's hand took Arista's ignorant hand which forcefully opened his eyelids. William stared flatly at Arista's face, each tilting his body in a sitting position.

“No. I just woke up, because you kept babbling while holding my hand which made me uncomfortable.”

Arista spontaneously sat down, turning away the awkward face that was slightly flushed. “Alright, if Uncle doesn't want to listen to me talk again. Then I will be silent for good, so that Uncle can not hear my words again.”

William pulls Arista's hand, making Arista fall right next to his body. Arista's eyes were rounded looking at a face that still looked less fresh, a handsome face that looked pale.

Arista lowered her gaze at William's sexy pink lips. Turning his gaze to look at William's handsome face, staring at the two eyeballs staring at his face. Make both eyes meet each other.

Both William and Arista's cheeks turned pink, the heart racing. William tried to calm down, so as not to look Arista. William pulled Arista's body, hugged the tiny body and buried Arista's tiny face in the burly chest still wrapped in bandages. “Thanks.” William said, the right hand gently stroked the fragrant hair. The left hand hugged Arista's tiny body.

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

There was the sound of William's heartbeat on the tiny cheek that was attached to William's stocky body. The body feels comfortable when embraced by people we care about. Arista closed both his eyes.

The sound of Uncle's heartbeat sounded quite clear, like the sound of a heartbeat I was experiencing.

But why is Uncle so calm like nothing happened.

It is not necessary to discuss, hearing the male voice that Uncle let out has made me calm.

But what is this feeling?

Is this a feeling of love?

Not likely. Where maybe a man who is too different his age fell in love with a girl who is still 17 years old 18 weeks this week.

Arista murmured in the heart, hoping that it was just a taste that crossed like monkey love at first puberty and it was impossible to express directly fear of unrequited.

Arista fell asleep in William's arms. William lowered his gaze to look at the innocent-looking face sound asleep.

William smiled, looking at Arista's slowly opened lips. There was a snoring sound coming out from the tiny lips that were still pure. “Surely very tired.” William muttered softly, index finger raising Arista's chin. Now the little lips are closed again. William tightened his arms, immersing Arista's face in the burly chest that was still wrapped in bandages.

Outside the door of William's unlocked room, stood the woman who was William's servant. The woman who was repeatedly evicted by William to leave her home residence.

The right hand held the doorknob of William's room, the face bent, the lips raised. “I brought Mr. William back into the house, why did this girl who got a warm hug from the burly body of Mr. William.” the woman closed the door of William's room slowly.

The woman turned her body, both hands held together. “Awas it you ingusan boy.” The woman walked away from William's bedroom door.

...2 hours passed....

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Arista woke up slowly opening both of his eyes. “Hem.” Right hand rubs the eyelids. “What was I asleep.” His murmur slowly opened William's hand that was coiled around his tiny body. “Why Uncle hugged me. What fear I fall under the bed.”

Arista sat down, seeing William still in deep sleep he got up but his hand was held back by the heavy hand that held his left wrist.

“Where are you going?” william's voice asked him.

Arista turned his face to look at William who was still closed. Both eyes descended on the burly hand that tightly grasped his wrist.

Why is Uncle spoiled once, not as usual.

What Uncle lost his memory turned into a spoiled man like this.

Inner Arista.

Arista sat back down. “I want to go to the bathroom, if Uncle also want to come.” Gurau Arista looked at William's still-covered face.

William opened his eyes, sitting down to reveal the blanket that covered his burly body. “Let me accompany, you to the bathroom.” William set both feet on the floor.

Arista was stunned looking at William standing before him holding his hand. Arista realized that something was wrong with William's attitude that looked anxious like he did not want to be away from him.

Arista took William's hand. Making William sit next to him, Arista's two hands held William's. “It looks like Uncle is overdoing it, and why did Uncle turn out to be a little anxious like this.”

William threw away his face.

It. Why am I like this, I am like a romantic man who is in the story of a novel.

Is it possible because I got carried away by Martinus' speech.

Weak-headed.

Inner William.

William turned his face, smiling awkwardly at Arista. Put on the back of the hair and scratch slowly the hair that looks long. “The ranking of Uncle's misses you, so Uncle's attitude is weird. Sorry to make you uncomfortable.”

“Uncle. Who is that woman?” arista asked considering the woman who was inside their residence.

“Which woman? There is no woman in this house other than you Arista.” said William who does not remember at all the woman who still lives in his house.

“The woman! The woman who is the same age as Uncle, last night he sat beside Uncle's bed. Who is the woman.” asked Arista with a high tone, both eyeballs were about to escape from his place.

William shook his head. “There is no other woman besides you in this house Arista. My little vampire and only you my woman and only you have the right to stay here.” William's voice that doesn't understand Arista's question.

William frowned considering the woman he helped who forced her to stay in his house despite repeated forced and violent expulsion by William. William clearly remembered, if the woman had been kicked out of his house and could not have returned.

...Seriate........