
Episode 5: Tools for my recovery!
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Time finally passed, it was morning and the sun had passed through the glass window whose curtains had been busy for the sun to enter the room.
The moon that last night fell asleep with a bad taste, woke up with her head a little sore, she held her head, she sat down and her long hair was unraveled, she said, her fresh and so beautiful face somehow became even more extraordinary as the sun entered the room and illuminated her face.
The moon that woke up in such a spacious, luxurious and very fragrant room and looked so clean it began to open its eyes so wide, and seeing that by his side was a man in dark blue sleeping pajamas, sitting on a sofa chair holding a business magazine and now staring fixedly at him.
The moon had not forgotten what happened last night, she was indeed given a strange medicine and felt something strange, she said, he also knew that even though his clothes had been changed, but this man had done nothing to him because the Moon could feel it.
“What a very handsome man,” muttered Moon gazed at the man.
But soon the Moon shook her head and immediately got off the bed and stood up politely, she lowered her head and her hands were facing forward.
Moon knows that this man must not be a random person, let alone his face looks familiar because it seems to often enter television and newspapers.
“Master, forgive me for what happened last night, I'm so grateful Master saved me, but I was framed by my stepmother, which is why I was able to be in the situation last night, he said, but really I am not someone who can sell myself for money,”
Moon immediately said honestly and explained what really happened last night, she so gently and politely explained the incident.
Hardan William only listened to what this young woman was talking about, he noticed the appearance of the Moon who only used sleeping pajamas but looked very charming.
“Hmm, she is indeed very beautiful, maybe my tool this time will be successful,” Hardan's mind folded up the newspaper he had in his hand and placed it on the table on the edge of the sofa chair he was sitting on.
“Come here,” exclaimed Hardan telling the Moon to get closer to him.
“Sa ... me? Ta ... but why Mr?” tanya Moon felt strange why she was told to approach when their distance was near.
“Do not ask back, come here while I speak well,” ketus Hardan sat on his hands towards the Moon who was a little nervous to find this man's request.
Hearing that the Moon became nervous.
The moon swallowed his saliva and inevitably stepped very slowly towards this handsome man who was in front of him.
When the Moon was close to Hardan arrived – just arrived Hardan pulled the hands of the Moon so quickly and made the Moon sit on his lap.
“Tu ... Sir, to .. please don't do this, I ..”
The more panicked moon he pushed Hardan but was unable to because their manpower was on a different level.
Hardan looked at the Moon intently, he firmly grasped the Moon's hand and again felt his own heartbeat and he then smiled in satisfaction.
“I still don't feel anything, you are special, you don't make me allergic or disgusted,” exclaimed Hardan smiling so horribly.
Then he immediately released the Moon which had been thrashing to be released immediately.
“What's your name?” hardan asked now as he sipped the cup of tea that was already available on the table earlier.
The moon that was still shocked and shocked still had to regulate her breathing, her once red face, and her frowning forehead, this was unprecedented so the Moon was still confused and could not process everything that had just happened.
“Hey, I asked you!” hardan William's exclaim surprised the Moon who was still shocked and frozen like that rock.
“Na ... my name is Moon, Sir,” reply Moon with a slightly nervous and trembling quiet voice.
“Hmm, a name that matches your face, fits perfectly,"
"I'm Hardan,”
“Seeing you remember everything that happened last night, you already know last night you won, and now you are mine!” hardan exclaimed with that horrible smile of his.
The moon fell silent and held its breath for a moment when it saw the smile and sharp gaze of this man.
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