My Love From The Sea
Angel Named Sagara

Belva died, but he dreamed.

" Don't sleep!"

A voice filled Belva's ear drums filled with water. Belva was not sure if he heard anything from a depth he did not know. Although her eyes were closed, Belva could feel her place lying very dark and sandy.

" Open your eyes!"

The voice sounded closer. Echoing and reverberating. Belva was sure he was drowning in the empty ocean floor, but why did the sound sound like it was in a cave?

Then Belva coughed. Spewing water on the face of a large tall man who was holding his head while looking down. The sound of the waves penetrated Belva's ears.

" uu!" the man cursed. Sweeping his face with the palm of his hand, while occasionally patting his face.

Belva opened her eyes slowly. Frosted. Blurry views. But slowly the water that filled his eyelids flowed to the side and his vision became clearer. The first Belva saw was the angel's face. How handsome. Sturdy jaw. His hair is a shoulder. There are fine hairs in the area of the ear to the chin. But the angel had no expression.

" Oh!"

Belva complained after the angel slapped his right and left cheeks in turn. He's not a good angel. Belva's up soon. Change her position to sit. But it feels really strange. His waist suddenly rang 'cracks', followed by his back that made the same sound.

Did Belva's bones just break? However, that question he swallowed back as his eyes twitched. His head was really sore and heavy. In fact, seeing the waves in front of him felt like they were swirling around. Stomach's sore. Belva holds the head with her right hand and her stomach with her left hand.

For Belva, waking up from the dead under these circumstances is not a good thing. Right, not a good thing. Her gaze is twitching. Head hurts. Stomach's sore. Is Belva in Hell? But, is there a vast ocean in hell endless with beautiful color gradations like in front of it? If you don't have a headache, Belva won't waste this beautiful sight. But, problem...

" Oh!"

Belva almost collapsed again, but the angel swiftly caught her tiny body.

" Why did Father send such a troublesome creature like you anyway!" the angel grumbled to himself.

" I'm hungry" Belva didn't care about the grunts. Clearly, he would die again if his stomach was not filled immediately.

" Just die!" He said, then released his sturdy arm that was holding Belva, making Belva fall again.

So hurt.

" Heh, you! do you know where my Mom is?"

" I don't know!"

Huh! Belva is upset by himself. Was this man really an angel? So where exactly is Belva now? heaven or hell? why does her body feel so bad?

Belva tries to get up and intends to chase the man who has walked quite far from his place. The woman narrowed, realizing that the man she thought was an angel was bare-chested and only wore batik gloves just below the knees slightly.

When viewed from a distance of one hundred and fifty meters, the back of the man's body looks perfect. Especially when he suddenly turned around and ran towards Belva. The front also looks perfect. High. Well-knit. Stocky. Plaid. Completely physical perfect male dream woman.

" You hungry? Let's go get some food."

Belva had no idea that her consciousness was declining due to a hungry stomach. But, the man realized that the patient sent his father would die if not immediately given a nutritious food intake. In the scorching sun, Belva's skin is dry. It even looks flaky. The man knew that it was the Belva effect of being submerged in salt water for too long.

" Angel, what's your name?" belva's question is like a delirium. His eyes bristled with the increasingly unbearable dizziness.

The man was holding Belva who was about to faint. Tub lifting dolls made of foam, he has absolutely no trouble even complaining of weight. Though Belva's weight reaches fifty kilos.

" Answer dong. What's your name, angel?"

" Raden Mas Agung Sagara Banyu Blue."

" Huh?"

" Saahi."

Belva mangosteen. He draped his two hands around Sagara's neck and placed one side of his face on Sagara's chest.

" I'm in heaven or hell?" Belva sounds delirious again.

Up under the coconut tree, Sagara sits Belva a little further away from the tree. For he will take all the ripe fruit up there.

" You're not mostly ngigau. Don't go anywhere. Stay right here. I want to harvest coconuts first."

Although Belva did not accept being accused of delirium, he chose not to protest much. Just trust God's creatures. Anyway, Belva knows, everything's gonna be fine. He would lose all his grief and meet his parents again.

Amidst her declining consciousness, Belva sees the coolest attraction of a lifetime. Sagara just shook the bottom of the trunk of the coconut tree, and the fruits on it fell. Cooler still, Sagara catches one by one the fruit that falls until the fruit up there is no longer left. Sagara is an angel with super powers!

Sagara walked up to Belva by hugging three large young coconuts. The man took her without any objections let alone hardship.

" Coconut water can restore your body fluids, so drink it until it runs out yes" Sagara ordered. The man sat in front of Belva. Narrowing the coconut skin, then pressing the bottom of the coconut skin that is pointed. There was a soft 'thud' sound and the part that was pressed by Sagara sables. The man removed the part that sank, making the coconut so hollow the size of a fist.

Sagara is a real angel. It can even open coconuts without tools. Belva was amazed at the man.

" It's for you."

Belva accepted it with pleasure. Without thinking for long, he immediately sipped coconut water to the toilet. Feeling his dry stomach drained by a refreshing liquid.

Belva's stomach is back rumbling. It is confusing, how to eat coconut meat that looks thick.

" There's a spoon?"

Sagara gives another coconut to Belva.

" Nothing."

" How do you eat meat?"

Sagara looked around the area. Find enough shells behind the sand. He gave the shells to Belva.

" Wear this."

" No. It's dirty, Angel Sagara."

It was a little strange to hear that call. But Sagara knows if the woman in front of him is still not fully aware.

" I'm not an angel!"

" If not an angel, what dong?"

Sagara did not answer. He punched the Belva coconut until it split in half and scraped its thick flesh using a clam shell until it was not left out.

" Eaten."

Belva.

" Why?"

" The skin is dirty!"

Sagara did not react. The man was silent and looked at the vast expanse of ocean ahead. Sagara knows, if Belva will eat soon because his stomach is empty. Glancing from the tail of the eye, it is true that Belva eats coconut meat that is scraped using a shell that is said to be dirty.

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