Luna Belongs to Young Master Barra

Ancient literature lecturer

"I just want to see, Lid. Get your book." Jihan tries to reach for the novel that Lydia hid behind her body.

"When do you like to read?" Lydia's eyes squinted suspiciously. He was still reluctant to give up the novel he had just bought this afternoon.

"I just want to see, Lydiaa," cried Jihan impatiently. Lydia finally reluctantly gave up the novel that was just one chapter she read.

"This? ...." Jihan brandished the book in front of Lydia's face with a questionable look.

"Yes, that's the novel I read. Now there is a printed version, but a lot of revisions in it. The storyline also changes completely, even the title also changes. It's strange that the author makes me confused, which online version in the application has even been removed." Jihan was still observing the front cover of the novel while Lydia continued to tell stories with passion.

"I'd rather tell the first story, Han. Violet's character is graceful, motherhood fits into the main role. Eehhh, this replaced the same bar-bar chick that Luna .. argueuhh!" Lydia screamed in pain as the thick novel smashed onto her shoulders.

"What do you know about Luna and Violet?!" yang Jihan gemas.

"Ee .. know! 'that's my reading." Lydia who had stuttered confused by Jihan's reaction immediately gushed out in annoyance.

"You don't know anything about them. If Luna is the main role in this story, that's right!" exclaim Jihan. Lydia gawked at the reaction of her friend who instantly looked healthy.

"As for you, come find the novel I haven't read." Lydia tried to get her book back.

"Wait a minute, I'll pinjem. You have no pity to see I can just sleep gini," said Jihan with a clear face.

Lydia was forced to succumb rather than be expelled by nurses for making trouble in the treatment room. He chose to sleep on a long sofa in the nursery, while his friend began to open sheet by sheet of his novel.

Jihan rubbed the cover with Luna's picture that was exactly with the painting in Luna's room. Behind him Barra looks very handsome with an ash-colored suit that contrasts with the green color of his eyes.

The title embedded there was not Violet belonging to Young Master Barra anymore, but Luna belonging to Young Master Barra. Tears began to drip on Jihan's cheeks as she opened the first page.

The story starts as early as he entered as Luna, only the difference written is true Luna not Jihan as Luna. Jihan read one word after another written there very slowly.

Her memory floated back in as if she was still there as Luna. Each conversation part Luna he also spoke with the exact same intonation.

Jihan wiped her tears for the umpteenth time. His sight had already started to blur as it let out many tears. Without feeling it he began to fall asleep with the novel in his arms.

In her sleep, Jihan felt the book in her arms move. Spontaneously his hand held back so that the book did not change hands.

"I haven't finished reading, Lid!" said Jihan still with her eyes closed.

"Have you started reading novels?" Jihan's eyes opened wide when she realized that it wasn't Lydia who pulled the book in her arms.

"ad ... Mr Abi?" Jihan's eyes blinked. A moment Adam's face was before him, but the glare of the afternoon sun that pierced through the window of his ward made him squint. Adam's face changed with the face of Mr. Abi, his ancient literature lecturer.

"How are you doing, Jihan?" ask Mr. Abi casually. Jihan's eyes searched for Lydia's whereabouts, apparently her friend had fallen asleep on the couch.

"Well, sir," said Jihan stammering. He was busy fixing his appearance that might look chaotic because of long lying on the bed.

"Thank God" said Mr. Abi, smiling.

"Thank you for visiting."

"I always see you," said Mr. Abi flatly.

"Ow."

"Huh?"

"That, like the story?" Mr. Abi pointed to the novel he still embraced.

"Oh this is Lydia, I just read a little bit of sleep."

"Good?" ask Mr. Abi again.

"Mmm .. pretty good," said Jihan. He felt a little prestige admitting that romance fiction novels were good in front of the famous literature lecturer stiff.

"Do you think the story is still too ordinary or trivial perhaps?" ask Mr. Abi again with the typical style of his lecturer.

"Mmm .. if from the summary of the story is classified as a light romance story. Around marriage, betrayal and love of lovers" said Jihan straightforwardas. Why does he feel like facing a thesis hearing in front of this lecturer.

"You don't like that kind of story?" asked Mr. Abi again as if he was still not satisfied with the answer given by Jihan.

"Hehehe .. said like it anyway, well like it, sir. This kind of story is suitable to be read in a relaxed time," said Jihan.

In his heart he hopes the answer sounds classy in the presence of ancient literature lecturers who always use high-level language, as well as majas that are sometimes difficult to understand when teaching.

Mr. Abi responded to Jihan's words with a nod of his head and the tip of his lips curled downwards. Jihan's chest teared nervously at Pak Abi's difficult-to-read facial reaction. He glanced at the sofa and then cursed inwardly at Lydia who was getting better sleep.

"How was your experience during these two weeks?" asked Mr. Abi again with a grin on his lips.

"Did?" Jihan did not understand the meaning of the lecturer's question. What experience does a coma sufferer want for two weeks?

"Do you prefer to be here or there?" ask Mr. Abi again. Jihan increasingly does not understand the direction of the lecturer's conversation. What is the brain that is difficult to think because it is only aware of the coma, or indeed the lecturer is wrong to ask.

"Hmm, well it looks like you should get more rest ... Miss." Mr. Abi smiled meaningfully.

"Miss??" Jihan. Mr. Abi said nothing. He stood up, nodded at a glance then turned around and walked out of Jihan's nursing room.

"Wait .. wait, sir!" yelled Jihan after coming to her senses from her stunned. He tried to get out of the patient bed and tried to chase after his lecturer who had disappeared behind the door.

"Ohhhhh!" Jihan forgot she had just regained consciousness from a coma for two weeks. His condition that had not completely recovered, made him fall down on the floor because his legs were still weak to support the weight of his body.

"Damn?!" Lydia woke up from her sleep and ran to her friend who was grimacing in pain, "You why??" Lydia helped Jihan stand up and laid her best friend's body on the bed.

"Sir Abi" said Jihan weakly.

"Why Mr Abi? he's coming again?" Lydia looked towards the door.

"Yes. Has he come to see you before?"

"Sir Abi comes here almost every day, Han."

"Well?"

"Yes look. If you come to talk to your mom, just sit next to you and read you a story." Jihan gawked at Lydia's explanation.

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