I Borrowed Him : Diary Luna
Prologues

A bright morning in a cluster of luxury housing, looks one of the houses that is so eye-catching because there are some typical Japanese cultural accents as the decoration of the house. Inside the house, Naomi was washing dishes - dishes they had just used for breakfast together, while Jester was seen sitting in the dining chair staring at a small pink diary.

After she finished her activities, Naomi walked up to Jester and sat down next to Jester. A gentle pat on the cheek from Naomi's white hands seemed to awaken Jester from her daydream, slowly Jester's eyes turned to look at Naomi's eyes.

"Are you sure you're strong enough to read it?" naomi asked in a worried tone, slowly Jester looked back at the diary and then sighed.

"It's been two weeks since Luna died, I've also said goodbye when we all visited her grave. But until now I still did not dare to open this note" replied Jester in a tone that sounded sad

Attitude calm try to be presented by Naomi so that Jester feel comfortable while at his side, especially Naomi knowing if Jester is strengthening her heart to read the diary owned by Luna.

"What do you imagine about the inside?" naomi asked again, sounding curious

"I don't have any shadow, but if I keep staring at this note, I'll remember something" replied Jester, jester's answer made Naomi frown but Naomi remained silent waiting for Jester to continue his sentence.

"This note is. I don't mean this diary I bought for him because he said it was difficult to tell me about himself" Jester continued his words and turned his eyes to look at Naomi, both were silent for a moment.

"The meaning is. most likely the content is about.." as yet unfinished Naomi said, Jester cut.

"Of course, we need a comfortable place to read it" Jester said, standing up from his seat and walking to the living room with Luna's diary.

Naomi went from sitting and chasing Jester to the family room, where they sat on one of the couches facing the pool. Jester leaned back and placed his foot on a small table, while Naomi sat leaning against Jester's chest preparing to listen to Jester read Luna's diary.

"Haaah... I don't want to but my curiosity is very strong, how about you Naomi?" ask Jester

"Sama, everything about Luna makes me curious, she's such a kind-hearted person.I remember how she behaved and helped me when I was down, no wonder you fell in love with her" naomi said sounding sad

"Is it okay to read this?" ask Jester again trying to convince himself that Naomi will be okay even though Jester will reopen his memories with his first love.

The impassioned nod of Naomi bodes the beginning of Jester further strengthening his determination to read Luna's diary.

The cool morning air on the edge of the pool at Jester and Naomi's house, accompanied Jester who strengthened his heart to read Luna's diary accompanied by Naomi who looked enthusiastic because she was curious about the contents inside. A pink diary with the fragrance of Luna perfume that can still be kissed is held by Jester who looks ready to open the first page of Luna's diary.

The first sheet begins to be opened by Jester, a photo featuring a picture of Luna sitting with Jester against the background of a fountain in the middle of the maze park festival square makes Jester and Naomi surprised.

Naomi handily snatched the photo on the first page of the diary, then looked at it carefully.

"It's.... in the middle of the labyrinth, right?" ask Naomi to make sure

"Aaa.. Well it seems, Luna said I and she had reached the middle garden of the labyrinth on the first date and we.." Jester had not finished answering the question, Naomi also cut.

"Well, yeah.. I forgot, but I don't think it matters, do I?" jester asked frantically, scowling Naomi at that time and then put the photo back on the first page in the diary.

Naomi's attitude makes Jester hesitant to continue his desire, for him to keep Naomi's current feelings more important than knowing the contents of Luna's diary. Although of course Jester's curiosity is difficult to be eliminated just like that.

"Would it really be okay if I read it?" jester asked in annoyance, Naomi again nodded her head but felt an aura - the hot aura of jealousy fire that was so felt from Naomi's body.

"It looks like I'll get into trouble after I finish reading it" Jester murmured as he opened the second page in Luna's handwriting.

"The story starts from here, let's read what Luna really wants to tell you all along" Naomi said, but Naomi's enthusiasm was inversely proportional to Jester who felt he would soon be in trouble after the diary book was finished read entirely.

***FURTHER PASSWORD WILL USE FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW AS LINCOLN** LUNA***

Hi my name is Luna Lincoln....

I just got accepted to a famous High School in the city center and it's been four months that things have gone wrong, not good because some kids don't like me, I don't know why but they're so happy to run me. Already, it's over because now a kind man has always protected me....

About friends, I only know a few people in my life, because I feel I don't need a lot of bonding with anyone. There's only Jester's sister, father, mother, Selena, and Justin's sister, Luke's sister and Harry's sister, I didn't want to get too close to them because I knew I would be very short... But there is one person I want to know more closely.

Naomi, the son of the Scott family that I often see from a distance when I visit my friend Selena's house, hopefully one day I have a chance to get close to her because until I am fifteen years old today... I still have no chance to be friends with him.

I was confused as to what to write because this was the first time I had written anything in a diary, this was also a selfish request from a man who was currently close to me. She was selfish and wanted to be with me...

But....

I'm thrilled....

All right, I'll try to write it....

Tomorrow's this dairy book I'm going to write with my whole short life story and hopefully....

One day the kind man will read it...

I Luna Lincoln promised to write this story wholeheartedly until I could no longer write it

I had to start when I was born, maybe not, but when I have memories of myself and the people I've met. Here's my story....