My Love From The Sea
Dreamtime

" i... Arman Prawira intends to marry Om Vino's son, Belva Anindira," Arman rubs his thighs nervously. His face looked pale, but he dared to face the number ten richest businessman in Indonesia.

Belva sat next to Vino. Looking at his father with a glowing face. She told her father that Arman would say something very important today. It is so important that it cannot be represented by anyone.

" Are you sure?" Vino is a very rational person. So, in any situation, he will ask the reason behind a person's actions.

" I'm very confident in my choice, Om."

" Why are you so sure that my son is your soul mate?"

Arman tried to calm himself down. To him, Vino was not an indiscriminate person that his heart could easily take away. Having been in a two-year relationship with Belva, Vino seems normal. Never flatter her or say anything that makes her feel good.

" I've asked Mbah Kakung in Pekalongan, if calculated from the date of my birth and Belva, we both mate and will smooth the windfall."

Vino laughs. I can't believe what Arman said. He who was fifty-five never believed in such irrational things. Why would a young man like Arman trust him so much?

" What is your brother?" ask Vino at the end.

" My aunt is a nobody, Om. But, he has a book of calculations weton from my great-grandfather."

" My question is, what is your brother, not who, Arman. That's all you can't tell the difference."

Arman. Why was the answer always wrong in Vino's eyes? in fact, in everyday life they are quite close. Although Vino never mentioned about the marriage between Arman and Belva later will be how, or allude to it, but they often chat about anything. From hobbies to politics. Arman felt there was no problem with the relationship. But why would asking for blessing be this difficult?

Then, Arman felt his hand clasped. Looking up, Belva smiled at him. Hooked their fingers and looked at him as if to say if you just calm down, everything is not as you think.

As Arman's question was never answered, Vino turned his gaze toward the quiet Belva, "Belva..."

Belva had not heard the entire sentence her father had spoken, but her sight and hearing were suddenly blurred. The longer the more vague. The bright living room is getting darker and darker. The sounds disappeared from his sense of hearing. Both were replaced with empty space. Silent. Belva's ears are filled with water. Eyes closed. His muscles can do nothing.

Belva is helpless. By ourselves. Coldness. Then there was a light through her closed eyelids. It was so bright and suddenly his eyes opened. Shocked, seeing someone sleeping tilted to face him, while opening his eyes casually, Belva shouted and immediately changed his position to sit.

Holy hooch! Belva surprise. His heart was pounding like it was about to fall. Breathing jostled. He looked to the left, towards the wide open door. The weather was very hot and the weather was burning. Then look back, it looks Sagara is still laying down his body. But now, his position is no longer tilted, but rather on his back with eyes looking at the high ceiling of the room.

" Sleeping?" Ask Sagara in the same position. Flat intonation.

Belva did not answer. He remembered what had just happened to him. Armani. Her papa. Herself. Gather in the living room of his house. The incident is clearly real. Six months ago. After Arman says if he wants to marry Belva.

But why has this long-ago event become a dream? Or maybe... Belva really dreaming?

Belva's memory returns to her dreams. Where Arman tries to convince her Papa if she deserves to be Belva's life partner. But strangely, in the dream Belva did not feel his feelings at all. He felt how Arman and his father felt. So clearly imprinted on his chest if Arman tried to convince his Papa, very. Though in the end, Arman hesitates with himself and Vino's decision. As for the Papa, it is clear that Arman is very doubtful. Because their qibla is different. Arman's family is still too clenic and his realistic self.

" You slept from yesterday. Don't you have a headache?"

Belva. Now his attention is transferred entirely to Sagara, "from yesterday?"

" You have a good dream until you don't wake up?"

" Yes" Sagara answered very briefly.

" You know what I'm afraid of?"

Sagara wake. Change his position to sit cross-legged. Dealing with Belva. He looked at Belva for a few seconds, then nodded.

" That's a sign."

" What omen?"

" You already know the answer."

Belva is getting confused. He looked at Sagara seriously. Hoping if the man will explain in more detail about the omen he mentioned earlier. But, for a long time, Sagara never spoke again.

" Sagara. Don't make me more confused."

" I don't know what the sign is. You already know. So. realize."

Belva breathed a rough breath. Demanding an explanation from Sagara is like creating a new problem that he must solve himself. It seems, Sagara is very suitable to be a suitable opponent for Detective Sherlock Holmes who is good at providing puzzles.

Silent. Sagara did not ask again. Belva also refused to ask again. Not adding new problems. He only heard the sound of sparrows squealing on the front porch. There's some. Very small, petite and adorable. But, still, Belva is amused.

Suddenly Belva's stomach rang. Kruyuk. Reflex, Belva holds her stomach. Smiling shyly to Sagara who observes his hand which*********** stomach.

" Sandara..." Belva.

" Want me to buy it or go with you?"

Actually Belva wants to go out because he was bored for a long time in this stage house. But, seeing the sun was extremely scorching, making him undo his intentions. Seeing her skin was so unkempt. Belva noticed that her skin was very dry and her color was darker than usual.

" You're the one who bought it."

Sagara immediately stood up, "what do you want to eat?"

" What aja. The important thing is not to use meat."

Sagara nodded, then came out. Walk under the scorching skin.

In his place, Belva did not understand what he was going through. The dream was like a movie, where Belva became the scriptwriter and director who knew how Arman and his Papa felt. While its existence inside there is only a condition of a good scene builder.

Belva tried to think clearly. Maybe he misses the traitor. Also to his father. Yeah, maybe so. After all, Arman had accompanied her for two more years. So, it was not easy for Belva to forget about the man quickly.

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