Vampire Aedes
6. Three Tails of Mosquitoes

The male is short, but tilted to the point of closing one eye. Although hairstyles are different, Asters can still recognize their faces. He gave a salute and a bowed greeting. "Honor to the Thirteenth Princess. I am the Twentieth Prince of the Physician Country and this is my younger brother, the 21st Prince."

"Ehm, may I call you by your first name? I think it's too long," Aster's request felt uncomfortable.

Again got a slanted smile. "No!"

The 21st Prince took out something from within the pouch he had been ganking everywhere. "By recall the Thirteenth Princess decreased drastically due to sleep pattern disorders. I brought finely ground spices."

"This can increase brain capacity while keeping your sleep soundly. The Thirteenth Princess had to drink regularly every night."

Aster receives a sheet of teak leaves with mixed powder on it. The aroma of ginger and clove flowers burst in when the Aster breathed in. "Thank you."

"All right, we're leaving!" si Jambul. Then, the two of them disappeared instantly in a single blink. Like being swallowed by smoke.

"What other creature was that?" ask Aster amazed. His eyes sparkled at Kris who was not far from the bed.

"Don't ask too many questions. You're sick." Kris folded his hands in front of his chest. His gaze was cynical, inversely proportional to the full highlight of affection fitting the hug scene a few minutes ago.

"People are kepo!" Aster inflating cheeks.

Like Sari, Kris did not understand what Aster was saying. He left the health of his adoptive sister to the personal servant because he had to leave. "Take care of yourself," he remembered, kissing the top of Aster's head.

In silence, Aster froze. Is this the treatment of her sister? People in romantic dreams once, very romantic! It's a shame that Chris became her brother. It would be more romantic if he was a prince from across the country.

"Mr Princess!" call Sari to break all wishful thinking.

"Ish," Aster turned, "what the hell?"

"The Fifth Prince had me make this concoction of medicine, for the Princess." Sari put the tray to the bedside nightstand. His movements are fast as well. Sometimes, Aster was amazed by this servant figure. He's a smart waitress, better suited to being important than just a waitress.

Aster glanced at the contents of the tray. The traditional cup of bamboo, contains a yellow liquid with a thin puff of smoke. Out of nowhere Sari got boiling water in seconds.

Aster grabbed it, smelling the billowing smoke, stunned. It smelled so bitter that his nose was pinched. Not as good as before brewing. It seems he remembered something. "Aren't they drunk at night? It's still daytime."

"Yes, Princess. But, this is the orders directly from the Fifth Prince."

"This is even a danger if consumed do not use the doctor's advice," he argued. "Partly yes, your master is the Fifth Prince or the Thirteenth Princess?" ask Aster while putting on a demonic smile.

"Mr Princess is my master!" Sari said loudly while looking down deeply.

"Dor!" Aster squinted one eye, preparing to aim at Sari's heart with both hands forming a gun, without bullets of course. Sari just smiled awkwardly. Strange behavior of his master again.

"You better take your medicine" he said slowly. Concerned.

"I hear you, you see." Her feet dropped, entering a pair of classic floral shoes. "We should walk around the Palace. There are so many places I want to go." Aster stood up sumringah, opened the cupboard and ruffled its contents. Aster looks for a veil that is in harmony with her violet dress.

Sari looked at the pale pink thin cloth. Very transparent, Aster's hair is still visible with that veil. Half the face from the nose down is covered like wearing a mask. "Where are we going, Princess? Why are you wearing a veil?"

"Capek, whatever the fuck you call. We're going to the kitchen! I have to cover my face, it's hot outside and I'm sick, isn't it not good to share my breath with sick people?"

"Well, but I'd better go to the kitchen myself. That place is not suitable for you to visit. The Princess simply said what she wanted to bring."

"No want! Dare to argue with me, your head flies." Aster stepped quickly while dragging Sari's hand.

The four feet walk through the fresh clumped ground. Aster likes this weed because there are small flowers growing very beautiful. This palace is like the garden of his dreams. Oh, he almost forgot that this was in a dream.

"Mr Princess, what kind of item are you looking for?" asked a mature woman, the same clothes that Sari was wearing. It's just, more shabby.

"I'm looking for garlic. Of course the color is white. There are no onions here. Do you cook without seasoning?" tanya Aster raises a crease of eyebrows on the forehead of some servants who are on duty. They stared at each other in turn.

"Ah, it's not here. Then we both go first. See you, brothers!" Aster waved his hand, then pulled Sari's arm. Take the waiter down the clumpy ground, again. "Where are you, garlic?" he said sad.

"Mr Princess, may I know the characteristics of the item you are looking for? I can go to the market and buy it."

Aster look up. "Markets?"

"Yes, Princess. The market is where people trade. The items they sold were very complete, but not all of them could be brought into the Palace."

"Take me there!"

Sari took off the armband with Aster. He moved his forefinger like a teacher explaining matter. "Mr Princess, have you forgotten? You must not leave the Palace without orders from the King and Queen. If the Princess is stubborn by staying away, it is the same as the Princess escaping from the rules of the Palace and the Princess' head can fly because it is considered a rebel."

"Hisk, sooner or later I'll die by a vampire," whined Aster as he hugged a tree nearby.

"Daughter, what is a vampire?"

"Creatures that eat blood."

"Mosquito?"

Brak!

"That's you!" exclaimed the young lady while breaking down the door from inside. Her dress ribbon danced in the wind. Three mosquitoes with red distended stomachs staggered, almost falling due to the satiety.

Aster whispered, "Who is he?"

"Second Princess, the soul representative of lavender," she replied in a whisper.

"You are useless!" hardiknya while accusing the three maids who were gathered in front of him. "Quickly check every corner of the yard, there must be a puddle of water around here."

"Mr Princess, we've checked dozens of times, but did not find the puddle you mean," one of them reported.

"Stupid! Check back to see you!" He slammed the door, making the three maids there squeak in shock at the sound of the crack. They also scattered to find the puddle, in the bushes, under the trees, behind the dry leaves.

"It's very rare," murmured Aster turned towards Sari. "You should be grateful to have a master as good as me."

"Mr Princess, you should always be nice to me because I'm older."

Aster grunting. "We've just seen the drama between the waiter and the employer."

"You!" the Second Princess shouted at the doorway with her chin raised high. Highlight his eyes piercing. One waiter right at the door can only be petrified.

"Is he looking at us?" ask Aster slowly.

"No. It seems like he is looking towards the Princess," replied Sari soberly.

Ehhhhh?