My Love From The Sea
The Wardrobe in the Front Room

Belva opens her eyes when light enters her closed eyelids. Samar, he heard a noise from outside.

Belva opened her eyes. Instantly change his position to sit when he realizes he is in a foreign place. He rubbed his eyes while trying to regain his consciousness as quickly as possible. The room is empty with wooden walls and has wooden windows that are wide open. Belva inched towards the window and looked out.

Sagara is seen pulling wild grass on the front page. So dashing, made Belva not blink her eyes. Seeing the man, Belva remembered that he was in a place Sagara called a palace but more like a palace kitchen. Belva giggled to herself remembering that remark. If in his house, a building like this is more like a maid's house. Where his father built another house with a building area of thirty meters containing auxiliary rooms not far from the front gate. The goal, so that if there is no security guard in front, the household assistants can open the gate quickly.

Sagara who heard Belva's giggling turned his head, "if you wake up, it's better to take a shower, right away" he commented with a flat tone.

Belva shut her mouth. He scratched the head that did not itch while grinning the horse.

" What time is it?" Belva deliberately switched the subject. His eyes looked at the clear sky and the sun was still far away towards the peak.

Sagara caught a glimpse of the sky, "about ten."

" Where do you know, Sagara?"

" The sun."

Belva realized, he was in nature who knows what. However, Belva still does not know what Sagara is. Why is he so handsome? So good even though his attitude tends to be indifferent. But, for the size of a Sagara sealist, the actions of the man really reflect a real man who does not talk much, but can immediately act. Like yesterday, he suddenly carried the exhausted Belva. Or obey Belva who does not want to be left alone.

Belva watched the man work. From his habits, Belva can conclude that Sagara is typical of people who like to be bare-chested and wear gloves with strange knee-length motifs. Perhaps he wanted to show off how beautiful each and every curve of his muscular body was to people. Or. I don't know. Clearly, Belva feels comfortable and safe if Sagara is nearby.

" Have you heard me talking or not?"

Belva. Sagara is still busy with his work, but this time the man glances at Belva.

" Hear this. I took a shower, yes" Belva replied casually. The woman walked to the bathroom, but it was more fitting to be called a well. Because Belva had to bother dipping the water in a spring fenced in clay to form a round breast height of adults. Belva grabs the bucket tied using a rope as a tool for sniffing. A few seconds the woman was silent. Don't know how the bucket tied to the rope works.

" Safety!" Belva dead-end. He did not know how to use this strange device. Not to mention the oddity of the bath that is only rough plastered using something like cement, but for Belva who is layman also know, the plaster is not made of cement paste like the walls of his house.

Next to Belva there are seven large barrel. Everything is covered in dried banana leaves. While trying to look into the barrel, it was apparently empty. Belva only found a coconut shell in one of his barrel.

" What's up?"

That's Sagara's voice. The man was already standing in the doorway of a well made of wood.

" I don't know how to use this thing."

Sagara came forward and grabbed the ropey bucket at Belva's feet. Then throw the bucket into the deep springs, while the rope remains he holds. Belva observed Sagara's hands swaying once, then he pulled the rope until the falling bucket had gone up. Miraculous. Belva really can't believe that there's water in that bucket.

Sagara poured a bucket of water into one of the barrel. Once he repeated the activity many times until three barrel filled with water.

" Safety!"

Sagara stopped his steps, turning towards Belva.

" Thank you, yeah."

Not answering, Sagara again continued his journey to the front page and intended to finish his work.

Belva observed the back while commenting on a smile. Why is Sagara so good? If he keeps going that way, Belva is sure he will fall in love half-dead with Sagara.

Ah, Belva is starting to fret. He quickly flushed his body which was already itching.

Belva felt cold and fresh penetrated the pores of her dirty skin. Searching for soap and not finding the frothy fragrance anywhere, Belva grabbed a stone the size of a handful of her hands on the lips of one of the round barrel. A few moments he observed the object's lamat-goal. That thing was truly a very hard black colored stone. But what's the point?

Rubbing the stone in the palm several times, maybe this stone is useful for making fire. But, instead of the fire that appeared, Belva was actually surprised by the legs that separated from his palm.

The woman was amazed. What kind of technology is encountered in this foreign place? Now, he rubbed the stone all over his body and splashed his body with water.

After the bath, Belva felt his body was very clean even though he did not use soap. He was wearing his clothes again. Clothes that I don't know how long they haven't been replaced. Even seeing her extremely dirty colors made Belva disgusted herself.

Walking towards the front room, Belva saw a very wide and large closet, standing stocky in the corner of the room. Belva sure, last night he didn't see anything in this room. In addition to a dark, stuffy and empty room. But Belva thinks only positively. Seeing the color of the wood cabinets and walls makes almost no difference, other than the closet doors that have carvings like fish scales.

Belva opened one of those doors yesterday. He was surprised not to find the contents of his closet full of plain and patterned fabrics. He took one of the plain white cloths that folded neatly. At first, Belva thought the cloths were blankets. But what is this blanket for?

" White symbolizes purity. So it doesn't matter if you want to wear white."

Belva turned his head, finding Sagara already standing, leaning against the wall near the door.

" sthat mean?" Belva doesn't understand.

" Your clothes are dirty. Do you feel like wearing that dirty shirt?" instead of answering, Sagara asked back. Habits.

" Yes.no."

" Then you can wear that white cloth."

" Huh?"

Sagara pointed at his motive holster. As if to show if the way to wear it like that. Consciously, Belva nodded in understanding. But still, Belva can't. It is not unusual to wear a cloth that is tied up if you will move all day.