Luna Belongs to Young Master Barra

Jihan = Luna's

Jihan's gaze returned to Lidia who was still as unwilling as to hold back the cries. It had been two hours that his best friend was holding a mobile phone, with an online novel application that opened in front of his face.

Lydia's best friend, Jihan, is very fond of novel stories that smell betrayal, actors, household dramas in which weak women become victims as well as the main role in the story.

If his best friend already likes a story both a novel and a television drama, he will repeatedly read or watch the story, and repeatedly Lidia will cry over the weak protagonist in the story.

“Lid …. Lydia!” jihan is impatient.

“Aphaah, hikhik ..” Lidia turned a glance and then wiped off her nose fluid.

“We are still doing his job Pak Abi ga nih?”

“You've not?” ask Lydia still as she pleased. His eyes still did not want to be detached from the screen of his phone.

“Well, I asked if I was done yet. We're from mojoook mulu.” Jihan closed her laptop upset.

“In a minute, gig the story. It is sad to know this episode.” Lydia is back in focus with her phone screen.

“Read what the hell!” Jihan pulled the phone from Lidia's hand, “This story again??” sergeant Jihan's upset.

“For the thrill of it, Han. Violet was about to be killed by Luna's kuntilanak. He's in poison almost dead. Good thing Mr. Barra's waiter saw when Violet was tight couldn't breathe in the back garden.” Lydia told me with passion, as if everything in the story was real.

“Keeps important for me?” Jihan returned Lydia's phone, but she had already shut down the online novel app.

“Iiihh, kok closed anyway, not finished reading me tuh,” grumbled Lydia.

“Stories like that are already on the market. The main character is weak, crying, tortured, continue to meet handsome guys, rich, pretentious to protect like a prince. Bucin ends. The perpetrator is evil and cunning no pardon finally karma .. tamaaatt. Stale!”

“But good really,” great-granddaughter Lydia.

“Good news for what to educate? Buruaan mo work gaih??” Jihan's getting upset.

“Iyaaa, I read this novel also for research,” kelit Lydia.

“Diihh, what science would you like to take from such a story? Melakor trick? ato maintain husband?” ledek Jihan's.

“Wicked to say it,” grumbled Lydia while sitting in front of Jihan, “You know nothing, Mr. Abi, your favorite literature lecturer he said also wrote on the online platform loh.” She whispered but was loud enough to be heard by those around her.

“Huusst, haphazard you. Where would Mr. Abi who likes to read ancient literary books write stories soan.”

“It just so happens, the rumors are everywhere. Other kids were curious about his account.”

“Ga believe,” says Jihan is short while thieving.

After a while they worked on the task, Lidia re-opened her clanking phone because there was an incoming notification, “Waahh, tumben ni author diligently update until twice.”

“Mampuusss lu, Lunaa! Rot you in jail.”

“Lord Barra Kereen, happy Violet dapet husband dream. Perfect really.”

Lydia continued to chirp commenting on the storyline in the novel, unaware of Jihan's increasingly sharp gaze.

“Siniin!” Jihan snatches back Lydia's phone and takes her out of the library.

“Haan, you want to take where hapekuu.” Lydia screamed loudly, while trying to reclaim her phone from Jihan's hands.

“You need to save this ringworm in the locker first, so you can concentrate the task.” Jihan held up Lydia's phone so high that her best friend had trouble reaching her.

Jihan's body is high, making Lidia have to jump around trying to reach her phone.

Lydia continued to walk backwards while jumping up and down to block Jihan's steps, without realizing they had reached the tip of the top of the stairs' lips.

When Lidia's footsteps almost slipped, Jihan immediately pulled the body of her best friend so as not to fall. But it made his body position instead swapped positions with Lydia.

A second later, like a shadow of Jihan's body had been thrown up to the bottom floor.

“JIHAANN!” Lydia called out in panic. His legs were shaking, he forced to stand up and go down to see the condition of his best friend.

Jihan was unconscious, with her head ripped open by a ladder and shed so much blood. Lidia's phone is still in Jihan's grasp with a cracked screen featuring the front cover of Lidia's favorite novel, ‘Violet owned by Young Master Barra.’

“Aargghhh.” Jihan mencoba menggerakan tubuhnya. Tulang belulangnya seakan lepas dari persendiannya. Ia mencoba membuka matanya, namun hanya kegelapan yang terlihat.

“Looks like I've co’it this,” complained Jihan. Repeatedly he blinked his eyes to expel the dizziness that hit his head.

The sound of knocking of the door and the sound of people calling incense enter into his sense of hearing, “Don't say it's the call of the angel of death.”

“Lun .. Lunaaa. Wake up!” The pat on the shoulder made his eyes wide open. A middle-aged man looked at him with an annoyed look on his face.

“You must have been drunk again last night, wake up! Three hours from your wedding, and you still stink of alcohol!” The man pulled his body up from his sleep forcefully, then handed himself over to the few servants standing behind the middle-aged man.

“Mari Non Luna, shower first.” The servant grabbed his body which was still unable to stand up straight.

“Wait ... You call me who was it?” Jihan stopped her steps and faced the maid with a frown.

“Nona Luna,” said the waiter was confused.

“You guys are wrong, I am not Luna.” Jihan tried to extricate herself from the handles of the two maids on her right and left.

“Quickly force him into the bathroom, he is still drunk it,” exclaimed the middle-aged man annoyed.

“Do not carelessly speak, Sir. I'm not Luna, I'm Jihan. I'm not drunk!” With a slight staggering Jehan walked over to the middle-aged man and pointed at the man's face with his index finger, “You may not be sane.”

Plaac!!

The palm of the middle-aged man's hand was firmly pressed against Jihan's cheek.

“Don't be insolent with your Dad! You are drunk again like a madman!” sergeant the middle-aged man who turns out to be the father of Luna, the woman whose body was used by Jihan.

“Siram her with cold water so her brain back to work, then immediately put on a wedding dress and take her to the living room!” luna's Father's Order.

“Wait .. wait!” Jihan screamed in panic as the servants led her into the bathroom.

“Non, come take a shower first. Later we were scolded by Big Master.” A waiter managed to open her nightgown.

“Before Mr. Barra prospective husband Non Luna came, if Non Luna is not ready he can join angry.” A much younger waiter led her down the shower.

“I Jihan is not Luna .. wait, what was the name of Luna's future husband that you called??” Jihan turned her already wet body towards the young maid.

“Master Barra.”

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