My Love From The Sea
Minimalist Palace

" When you're full, let's go home."

Belva blinked her eyes. He almost fell asleep because he was too comfortable leaning on Sagara's burly back. Breezy beach breeze on the day that has started the afternoon feels cold tickling Belva's skin.

The woman rubbed her eyes, trying to bring back her consciousness.

" Are you sleeping?" Sagara asked. He shifted his body, wanting to turn around in order to see what Belva was doing.

" Eh. uh..." Belva is strung.his body is stretched. The back of his body hit the sand, quite painful.

As if having no expression, Sagara was silent. He frowned and helped Belva to stand up.

" If you want to sleep, then you'll be at the palace."

" Palace?" Belva laughs. The palace he said?

" Why laugh?"

" No.no. I forgot I was dead."

Belva forgot she was dead and now she's in nature. What is clear, hearing Sagara's words, he is sure if all the places to live here are called palaces.

" Come! it's late afternoon."

Sagara stood up, extending his hand. Belva grabbed him and stood up. After eating two coconuts, Belva's consciousness gradually improved, the pain in his head subsided slightly, and his stomach was full, although he had vomited because he was late to eat long enough.

Sagara leads Belva away from the beach. Passing the path on the right and left side planted with mangrove trees. This path looks dark because of the towering mangrove plants, covering the sky that has changed orange color.

Sagara did not speak anything, it made Belva rather shudder in horror because the voices of crickets occasionally sounded.

" Angel Sagara, if said in the scriptures, heaven and hell there are many levels. What level am I on?" Belva is curious. In addition, he also tried to open the topic of conversation, so as not to be too tense walking through this creepy place.

" Do you feel dead?" instead of answering, the burly man asked back.

" I killed myself."

" If you kill yourself, you're in hell."

Suddenly Belva was terrified, "are you serious, the angel Sagara?"

" I told you, I'm not an angel!"

" If not an angel, what dong? A genie?"

" That kind of thing."

Belva giggled while continuing to follow Sagara's steps. Belva believes Sagara is joking. Where could there be a genie as handsome as him?

" Don't be reckless if it's out like this" Sagara warned.

Belva doesn't understand what that means. After all, he wasn't doing anything 'indiscriminate'.

Orange light is seen more clearly when mangrove trees no longer grow on the sides of the path. This time it was replaced with a pond with calm murky water.

If in Jakarta, Belva will not be able to see the pond like this. Moreover, in the luxury residential complex area where he lived. Most people work or work in offices.

" Morning..."

" Don't call me that again!"

" What should I call you?"

" Raden Mas Agung Sagara."

" Huh?" Belva is confused to hear Sagara's full name which sounds unusual in the ear.

" Sagara then."

Belva according to, "then, Sagara... Um, I'm gonna ask. What in hell do people work for?"

" Where is there!"

" Why are there so many ponds? oh, or maybe it's all empty? there's nothing in the water there."

" Sagara, I'm tired!" Pekik Belva finally. Feel his legs like being pulled and feel like breaking up.

Sagara does not. He is accelerating his pace. Because the orange color in the sky began to darken. There is no time to rest if you want to get to the destination not overnight.

" Safety!" Belva stopped his steps. It rots. Down to his feet that are sore.

The man stopped his steps. He turned around and without warning directly carried Belva.

This is the second time Sagara has held Belva. And Belva felt that comfort again. The woman held her hands around Sagara's neck and placed her head against the chest of the man's field. Belva closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the yard of a minimalist house, tend to be very small overgrown with grass and wildflowers.

In the darkness, Belva was surprised to see a minimalist house building in front of him in the form of a stilt house all made of wood. When Sagara rises to the top, there is a sound 'dug.dug' which is quite loud.

" Sagara, this is the palace you're referring to?"

Sagara did not answer. The man opened the door and entered the room whose walls were made of wood. Darkened. Frowsty. Frighteningly. There's nothing there. There are only four rooms in this house. Living room, bedroom and bale, kitchen and bathroom.

Sagara lowered the Belva, resting the female's body on a rectangular bale.

" If you're sleepy, sleep."

Belva changed her position to sit, looking around the empty room. How can I sleep without a pillow? with no light here?

" Sagara, this is the palace you're referring to?" Belva asked again.

" Daddy says it's a palace. But it looks more like a palace kitchen."

" Are you a rich man?" Belva patted her on the forehead, forgetting that she was no longer a person.

" My father is the wise ruler of the sea."

Belva-beard, " Am I really in hell? why is there no fire?"

Sagara sat on the side of the bale, he slapped Belva's cheek again making the woman stir.

" It hurts, right?"

" Sick Sagara!"

" means?"

" means?"

Belva isn't dead? Did ya? Not likely. Sagara must know that Belva is not human anymore.

Sagara stands up and intends to leave Belva. He wanted to go ahead and pluck the towering grass. To him, the tall grasses in a place like this were more frightening than the most poisonous plants on the ocean floor.

" the sagara! where are you going?"

" Front."

" It's so dark. I'm afraid to be alone."

Suddenly the man sat down again at the bale side, "get some sleep."

Belva closed his eyes. Slanted towards Sagara sitting with his hands he uses as a pillow.

" Sagara, it's so dark. Are there no lights?"

" I don't know yet. Let me find out later if you're asleep."

Although her eyes began to weigh heavily, Belva refused to sleep. Fear of abandonment by Sagara. He observes the curves of Sagara's beautiful body. His muscles are strong. When compared to her ex-husband Arman, Sagara is clearly a thousand times superior.

Uh. Armani. Just thinking that name alone made his chest throb pain. Given how the conversation between two people he trusted so much. Remembering the scene captured by his eyes. Suddenly Belva's eyes were hot and something liquid escaped the tip of her eyes. Her chest is in pain.

" Are you still not sleeping?" Sagara asked, making Belva instantly aware and blinked his eyes many times.

" Sagara, what do you think I am?"

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