The Vampire Prince of Amnesia
Chapter 3# Be Bar-Bar
A 34-year-old woman sits in a bamboo chair on the porch of her home. She looks young and beautiful at the age of 34. Every now and then she bit her thick sexy lower lip. His eyes were busy mengechek hp that he always held in his right hand. Sometimes, he got up from the chair he had been sitting in for hours, only to check if someone had come.
"Arsyana, Aunt is so worried, why is Auntie? Aunty tried to chat and call but hp you are not active, Aunt also asked Arya and she said even she was just as difficult to contact you." Attack aunt Arsyana worried. But feel a little relieved to see Arsyana out of the taxi. He walked over to Arshana.
"Can't you help me?"
"Sure Miss."
With a little distress, finally Driver taxi can remove the body of the foreign man, who then carried him inside.
"Who is that, Arshana? Why did he faint?" asked Arsyana's aunt curious, her forehead shriveled, getting closer to the taxi driver and Arsyana who was carrying the foreign man. He looks worried to see Arsyana carrying a foreign man in a fainting state. Moreover, the clock has shown at 11 pm.
"The long story Bi, I'll tell you, later" replied Arsyana, as she placed the man's body onto the bed in the living room.
The man was still unconscious. Just change places from a cold ground to a warm mattress. His tall and burly body seemed helpless, as the taxi driver helped him get dressed. Fortunately there's Arsyana's father's shirt there. Even if his pants are short. Because Arsyana's father's body posture is shorter. Aunt Arsyana still keeps the clothes in Arsyana's mother's room. Even all the items in the room still remained the same in place. He never changed it, only occasionally cleaned it from dust.
Arsyana went to fetch some warm water and the wash cloth intended to clean the dirt off the man's face, hands and feet.
Gently Arsyana's hand rubbed the foreign man's face, her eyes focused on looking at the man closely. There are still many questions on his mind. He could not wait for the man to wake up, his detective soul thrashing. Not feeling his eyes begin to close, soon his consciousness will be completely snatched away.
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"My name is Arya, what's your name?" greet a little boy in his 8s, holding out his hand. Her sweet smile was still expanding, waiting for a reply from a little girl who was sitting pensively under a shady mango tree, along with a pink rabbit doll that she hugged tightly.
"Arshana." The daughter replied briefly, leaving the little boy. He still stretched out his hand without reply.
"Oh .... Arsyana," the little boy muttered, smiling. His eyes glanced, following the little Arsyana that was progressively disappearing.
Gently the burly hand rubbed the tears of Arsyana that soaked her cheeks. Her eyes I noticed the face of Arsyana who still looks beautiful even though she is asleep. But the girl was still sitting asleep, with her hands lying down on the edge of the bed.
"Aryan ..."
Arshana woke up from her sleep. Unknowingly yelling to call Arya's name. His eyes collided with those of the emerald eyes that were still staring at him fixedly while smiling innocently.
"You're awake, wait for me to get you breakfast!" arsyana gelagapan. He got up from the chair, justifying his slightly messy straight hair. Then left the guest room, leaving the foreign man still in the same position.
The dream still looms in Arshana's mind. Recollecting those memories, when little Arsyana first met Arya. At that time Arshana was 7 years old. The little girl was always moody. The trauma he suffered made him prefer to be alone. Just a pink bunny doll, which she always carries with her wherever she goes. Arsyana's parents died in an accident. It was Arsene's birthday. They plan to go to the game rides to celebrate Arsyana's birthday. But bad luck befell them. On the way, their car had an accident. Arsyana's parents' car collided with the truck. The little Arsyana sitting on the back bench only fainted and sustained injuries, as her mother protected her with her body until she died. While Arsyana's father who drove on the front bench had to die with very severe injuries. Little Arya who never gave up makes Arsyana smile, slowly can cure the trauma experienced by Arsyana.
"Cruk.."
There was the sound of the foreign man's stomach rumbling, asking to be filled, he unconsciously walked towards the kitchen following the smell of food that was being cooked Arsyana and her aunt.
"You hungry, huh? " asked Arsyana when she saw the man walking towards the kitchen. Her pliers were busy preparing dishes on the dining table.
The foreign man stood there, holding his stomach, with a plain face. Arsyana tried to hold back the laughter of seeing the man's childlike behavior, plus the pants he was wearing only up to the calf.
"All the dishes are ready, you must be hungry, yo we eat!" take Aunt Arsyana who came with a big bowl of fried rice.
There was a lot of food on the dining table. The smell of the food pierced the worms in the stomach of the stranger, until they revolted.
Without thinking long the foreign man devoured a lot of food, fried chicken, fried rice, bread, jam, fried, even fruit, without using a spoon.
"Well, by the way, what should I call you?" tanya Arsyana opened the conversation. But the man just shook his head and focused on his meal.
"Do you remember where you came from and where your house is?" arsyana asked in despair. His detective soul was still not satisfied. Yet innocently the man still shook his head.
"Well, do you remember why you were in the woods?" ask Arshana again. But the man kept shaking.
"Have a question and answer session, let our guests eat quietly!" rebut aunt Arsyana suddenly. But the stranger focused on his food. Like someone who just found food.
"Where would I call you Aaron, which means light. Nice right?" arsyana said again giving an idea. With a mouthful of food finally the man nodded in agreement.
Arsyana and her aunt are left astonished, with Aaron's attitude as plain as a child. How to impress the bar-bar but ridiculous.
Like he was full when he saw Aaron's big appetite. The aunt and the pounding were just staring at each other while holding back a laugh.
"Groakn...." The stranger burped loudly. But he still continued that.
" Bruuutt...." Suddenly the sound of gas from the man broke the silence. Arshana and her aunt could only hold their breath. Because of the smell that was caused.
"Let's show me where the bathroom is," said Arsyana like to understand that now what Aaron needs is a toilet.
Arsyana went from the dining room to the toilet not far from there. After Aaron who followed him from behind.
"It's the bathroom and it's the toilet" Arsyana said, indicating where the toilet was.
The bathroom measures 2 x 3m, with toilets and bathrooms that are blocked by semi-transfaran glass walls.
The stranger went inside, pacing back and forth like he didn't know what to do. At the touch of everything that was there. But he remembered Arsyana's words 'There the toilet'. Instead of closing the toilet seat, then he sat there. Retractable shower closet that is next to the toilet. He noticed the clingy. But when he pulled the lever, the water splashed down his face and some of his clothes.
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"Oh my god, you're soaking wet" said Arsyana as she looked at the drenched Aaron.
"But, I'll get you a shirt and a towel. You take a shower!" said Arsyana again, while passing away went to her parents' room to pick up a change of clothes.
"Haha hahaha"
Arsyana couldn't hold back her laughter anymore, she had already questioned him for quite a while. In that room, finally the laughter was released like a bomb. Arsyana laughed out loud, like forgetting her sadness and her problems with Arya.
"Oh Aaron, you're so funny haha... Who are you really? Ko can pull that off? Are you from the countryside? Haha..."
The girl laughed until she let out tears, she held onto her aching stomach from mostly laughing while sitting on the floor near the mattress.
Because most laugh, Arsyana felt something urgent in her intimate part. Arsyana immediately went to the toilet to urinate. What they found in the closet. Aaron went out of the toilet without flushing it.
...... To be continued ... ...
