My Love From The Sea
Sultan's Room!

Belva wakes up in a strange place. Like a very large room. It was three times the size of his room. Or when compared to the rooms of the stage house, the size can be a hundred times larger.

The woman was holding her head which felt dizzy. So dizzy. He was trying to remember what just happened. But, what Belva remembers is only his stomach that was rumbling. Even until now he could hear a pitiful voice from inside there.

The mattress he was sitting on was bigger than king size, also softer. It is unique and aesthetic with fish-like carvings on each side and is entirely gold. There was a golden nightstand. On it is a photograph showing her and her parents.

Belva is eight years old. Wearing a plain pink knee dress. Wearing pink shoes and pink round hat as well. His hair was tied to a horse. Belva stands between Mama and her Papa who are stylish photos like models. He turned his back and blinked one eye while laughing, showing a row of their teeth.

Belva remembered that. The day he celebrated his eighth birthday. His parents, who wanted to capture the rare moment, asked Belva's first brother to take pictures of them.

Belva smile. Remembering that time made him remember his parents. Had they been around, Belva would not have attempted suicide and been stuck in such strange places.

Alluding to the strange place, Belva realized that he was in a foreign and quiet place. Belva put the photo back on the nightstand. Back to observing the whole strange room where he woke up. The high ceiling. There were luxurious fish-tail shaped lights and small lights scattered all over the top of the shell-shaped room. It's exquisite. To the right of the left side of Belva there are cabinets that are high and wide. All of them are gold colored and have similar ornaments of coral reefs.

Gosh darn. What is this place? Belva get out of bed. Intend to find someone he can ask where he is now. When he wanted to step through the golden door, Belva was surprised not to play because it hit someone's body. Belva almost bounced back and staggered. Then a hand pulled her body until Belva hit something again. Not too loud. But, Belva felt very comfortable and cool.

Opening her eyes, Belva realized that her head was leaning against the chest of a bare-chested man. Suddenly Belva noticed the smell of the sea from the body.

" sagara?" ogre.

" yes. It's me." It's me."

Gosh darn. Sagaras. Why is Belva so comfortable with this kind of position. So comfortable, he did not care about his stomach that had sore asked to be filled. Belva just closed her eyes, letting her feelings calm down. Peace. Unrestrained.

Then, Belva smelled the smell of food that made the worms in his stomach more fierce to ask to be fed. Opening her eyes, Belva was shocked that she was no longer in a room the size of a football field, but in a cramped stilt-house room, on a hard bale. Sagara let his thighs be used as a pillow for Belva. Half-hugging Belva with her hands rubbing her arms, one hand holding a pinch of anointing that was wiggling in front of Belva's nose.

" Human always trouble!"

Belva turned towards the source of the sound. Seeing Lintang sitting by the door with a mouthful of boredom.

" Hush!"

Belva smiled hearing Sagara hinting Lintang to be silent. Then Belva changed position to sit. Overlooking the banana leaf pack.

" This is for all of me?" ask Belva not to believe it. Seeing there are five bundles of banana leaves in front of him, "Lintang Ma'am, let's eat," asked Belva. Considering Sagara does not eat, so offer latitude only.

" Mom? call me Lintang."

Belva mangosteen while opening the banana leaves in front of him with sparkling eyes. How long has he fainted? Ah don't care. Clearly, his stomach was very very very very very very hungry. And the windfall, Sagara bought him a lot of food.

" Come, we're eating latitude!" take Belva one more time.

Behind Belva, Sagara is like holding back a laugh that only gets a sharp gaze from Lintang.

" I don't eat."

Belva was surprised for a while. Then it's normal. Lintang is Sagara's friend. So.. are they the same?

The latitude did not answer. He took a breath and stood up, "I'll just go home. The day started late afternoon. So, I have to clean up my house" said Lintang with annoyed intonation. Even so, the latitude still looks very beautiful.

" I'm sorry. We didn't help because there was a tragedy" Sagara waved at the Latitude who had turned around and no longer poked.

" Be careful, Latitude!" Belva waved her hand.

After Lintang's departure, Belva turned around. Sit opposite Sagara. While chewing, as he tried to find out what he had just experienced.

" Do you know something?" Belva began to ask. He wants to test the extent of Sagara's magic. If the man knows what Belva has just experienced, it means that the one who hugs him in the dream is really Sagara.

" Why are you there?" as usual, Sagara asked.

" Where to?"

" That room."

Belva delayed the feed. Sagara knows. That is, the man who hugged him earlier was Sagara. But the question makes Belva want to pinch Sagara's muscular arm until the muscle is loose. After all, where could he know how to wake up in the sultan's room.

" It's not your fault" Sagara was like finding an answer. But the man looked confused. How did Belva wake up in that room?

" Who's wrong?"

" Don't like to look for mistakes."

Sagara's right. Then Belva finished the rest of the food until the toilet. His mind was still full of the sultan's room. What exactly is that place? why so big and so fancy?

After washing her hands, Belva sat down. If he and Sagara were facing each other, now they sit side by side on the bale. While leaning back against the wooden wall.

" Sagara, why are there old photos of me over there?"

Sagara just shut up. If Belva is confused, Sagara is also confused. Why does Belva feel so different? What exactly are you planning for Sagara?

" I don't know."

Belva dropped his head on Sagara's arm. Leaning like this always makes Belva comfortable, "you're honest, right?"

" White creatures like us, never lie, Belva. Except, for someone's good."

" Well, I'll change the question. You're not hiding your ugliness anymore, are you?"

Sagara stretched his hands. Moving Belva's head from her arms to her chest and holding her hand around Belva's neck. Hugging Belva's neck.

" I really don't know about this, Belva." But, whatever his father's plan, if it's good, I hope it's done. But if it's bad, hopefully it has nothing to do with Sagara's desire to stay with Belva.

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