Prince From Another World
Reunite

"Where are we going today?" I asked Sienna as soon as I got out of the bathroom.

"To the Felize history museum. Do you like history? Maybe you can see some relics there," replied Sienna who was engrossed in fiddling with her phone.

"Oh ... Maybe not too boring," I said while drying wet hair.

"It doesn't feel like we've been here five days! We have to go home!" said Sienna.

I stopped for a moment to hear Sienna say.

"The day after?" I repeated that sentence. Either Sienna heard it as a question or a mutter.

Sienna explained "Yes. The day after tomorrow, exactly one week! Aren't we just given a week's vacation?"

Oh yeah, right. I almost forgot Aunt Jane gave us a week off here. It doesn't feel fast once time passes. I just met Wallace yesterday. Then I don't have much time to see him until the day after.

"Riza's? Eriza!" call Sienna to break my daydream.

I jerked. "Yes? Why?"

"Just be quiet. What are you thinking?" ask Sienna.

"none. I'd better get ready," I said. And soon to move.

...*****...

Just like most other museums that contain ancient relics. Same with the Felize Museum. The difference is that the objects in the collection in this museum are more than the objects of discovery from the city of New Angeles alone. Which may be centuries old.

I walked to the right side. A shiny dragon-carved sword inside the glass box caught my attention. I approached to take a clearer look, there was a slight stain on the tip of the sword.

"Riza, what do you see!" Sienna suddenly came from behind startling me.

"none. Just a sword!" reply potluck.

"Oh," Sienna muttered as she gazed towards the sword.

"Good sword!"

"Yes! Still well maintained!" sanku.

"Come, we're going there! You should see the large painting in the center of the museum. You'll be amazed to see it!" sienna said as she took me away.

I followed him, but a few steps I looked back at the sword. I feel like there's something strange. But quickly ignore it.

...---poV2--...

As soon as Eriza and Sienna left the storage of the sword, Wallace suddenly appeared there. With a sharp gaze staring at the departure of the two girls.

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Right as Sienna said, as soon as we got to the living room. A five-meter-long painting in gold, silver and copper is beautifully displayed on the walls of the museum. A royal painting. I could see it from his palace and the resident settlement not far from the palace. Sienna and I took a closer look at the painting. Really lovely.

"This is a painting of a kingdom! The one who painted it must have been a great person!" I said in amazement at the sparkling painting.

"Just say? You must be amazed by this painting!" sienna was happy.

I started to bring my fingers closer to the painting. Curious about the color. Slowly rubbing the painting whose surface is rough like a stacked thread. Wait up! A thread?

I tried to make sure once again that my finger wasn't wrong. And sharpen the vision that this is not just an ordinary painting. Yeah, not an ordinary painting.

"It's not a painting. It's embroidery! This image was made from embroidered gold thread!" I am confident in my analysis.

"Sulaman?" The disbelieving Sienna tried to touch the rough but shiny surface of the painting.

"Fright!" said an old man who stood not far from us.

"Your eyes are very observant, Miss! This painting is indeed embroidered with gold, silver, and copper thread!" he continued while approaching us.

"You who?" ask the old man.

"I'm the manager of this museum! My name is Jones Warren!" replied the old man, extending a hand.

I returned his hand.

"Eriza Ravella!" I said introduce myself.

"Sienna Aeris!" sienna introduced herself.

"You guys are amazing! Many visitors are confused by this painting. But you, Miss Eriza ... can see other parts of this painting!" praise Mr. Joneses.

I smile. And then ask.

"What I can't imagine, how long would it take just to sit and embroider a picture this big?"

Mr. Jones laughed at my question. But he answered it too.

"Maybe one or two years is enough if he does it every day. This painting has been around for centuries. But who made it remains a question to this day."

"I don't think it will be enough for two years because the work is very detailed and neat. This is done very carefully. Just look at the fine details of the picture. Whoever embroidered this picture, he must be so great!" ithinkso.

"Where was this painting first found?" Sienna began to ask.

"That's why I don't know. If it's not wrong around Dixie Holly. According to information I've heard from the manager of the museum before," replied Mr. Jones is friendly.

"Dixie Holly?!" I muttered slowly.

"What did you say, Miss Eriza?" ask Mr. Jones ensured.

"Ah, there is no. Thanks for the info, Mr!" I said finally.

"Together! It's nice to meet visitors like you! Then excuse me! Hope you like our collection!" said Mr. Jones is leaving.

"Sure," replied Sienna. And Mr. Jones is gone.

After being satisfied to look around at the museum's collection objects, Sienna and I finally left. The next step is to find a place to eat. Since it was noon, the stomach began to ask for its share.

The choice fell on an open cafe by the side of the road. After lunch we continued our journey by touring the city by tour bus for two hours.

We went home before evening. Because I don't want to miss my promise to meet Wallace tonight. My time here is just counting the days so I have to make good use of it. On my way back to the hotel, I immediately called Mr. Richard. I'll use the taxi service for a few more nights.

...*****...

I got out of the taxi after giving a message to Mr. Richard. He nodded and smiled kindly. I left him, entered Dixie Street just as crowded as last night.

I walked to the place where Wallace was waiting. From a distance I saw him. He stood in front of the cathedral. I accelerated my footsteps towards him. And greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hi, have you been waiting?" my many.

"Just now!" wallace replied with a stiff smile on his face.

"I don't think you're coming" he continued.

"Why think that?" many wonder.

"Don't know. Just an estimate" he replied.

"I'm finally coming!" my word.

"Yes. You're a brave girl," she said flatly.

I don't know what that means. But, yes, who cares.

"Where are we going?" ask her.

"I don't like crowds. We just sat down yesterday!" answer Wallace.

"Okay," I followed.

Like the road we took yesterday. Wallace and I passed a small alley to Stairway Street. And back to sitting around spending time in front of a former Italian restaurant.

"A star, even if it doesn't seem, doesn't mean it doesn't exist! It is always there in any weather. Only sometimes clouds and cloud cover the light. So that sometimes he is not seen" said Wallace slowly like a poet.

"But it's better if he's always seen. So that the sky is not too dark and empty when looked at," I said.

A few moments later Wallace was silent. Then he asked, "Can you tell me about your family?"

"My family?"

Wallace nodded.

"I want to know how your life is! Can I?" tanyakanya.

"Can. Why not?"

I was a little surprised Wallace asked that. Because no male friend has ever asked me that before. A little awkwardly I told you.

"I've been living with aunt Jane and Sienna for ten years. My parents died in a car accident. At that time I was only 11 years old. It was Aunt Jane who took care of me to this day. Three years later my uncle died of a heart attack. But aunt Jane's a strong woman, she took care of and raised me and Sienna alone."

"Did he love you?" ask Wallace.

"of course. Aunt treated me the same way she treated Sienna. There is no difference between the two of us. My trip here was also a gift she gave me on my birthday a few days ago. It was so good and so amazing!" I said with great admiration.

"You're the birthday? Happy birthday to you!" said Wallace.

"That's over" I said.

"It's not what's important I have to say," replied Wallace.

I laugh. Then change asked.

"What about your life?"

For a moment Wallace looked glum. He was silent with a flat face. But then he smiled faintly and answered my question briefly.

"My parents are dead too."

"Oh ... Sorry!" I said it wasn't good.

"No need to apologize. We're same! They died because ... protected me," Wallace said softly.

"Protect you? What was a natural disaster here?" my many.

Wallace was silent but nodded.

"So, who do you live with now?" manywould be concerned.

"With brother," he answered flatly.

"Oh ... Hm, how about tomorrow I visit you at your brother's shop? I'll take Sienna and introduce her to you" I asked.

Wallace quickly refused.

"No! You can't go there!"

"Why?" my many.

Wallace seemed confused, but finally he said, "My brother doesn't like anyone visiting me at work."

"Oh, he must have treated you so badly! Patient, yes!" I said encouraging Wallace while putting my hand on his shoulder. But quickly I pulled back, his shoulders felt cold and hard despite being covered in clothes.

Wallace realized my reaction so much that he seemed to feel bad.

"Sorry!" he said it was wrong.

"Nothing to forgive! I think ..." I answered no less awkwardly.

We both fell silent. On a dark night, from a distance two young men walked over. They were just about to veer into a small alley, but when they saw me they turned around and walked over to where I was sitting.

"Hi Miss, what are you doing here by yourself?" ask a taller man.

"It's already night. You are not afraid of .. "the tease of the other young man while playing his fingers resembles something he finds frightening.

"Sorry, I'm with my friend here! You guys didn't see?" I said while pointing to where Wallace was behind.

"Friends?!" The two young men said while looking at each other in confusion.

At that moment I saw Wallace standing up and stepping forward one step beside me.

"Oh, right. Sorry to bother you then. Haha ... We go first!" said the tall young man. The two of them immediately left with frightened faces.

"What the fuck is that guy. Doesn't she see I'm with you!" I grumbled at Wallace who was now sitting next to me.

"Maybe it's too dark to not see me!" wallace.

"How is it possible? While they can see me from far away?" I said I disagree.

Wallace smiled.

"Yes, stop. Next time you have to be careful. They may have evil intentions. Moreover, this city is very foreign to you!" said.

I nodded in understanding.

"By the day after tomorrow I'm going home to Losta!" I said with weight.

"What's that fast?" ask Wallace.

"I've been here a week! My vacation is over! So I have to go home!" I replied while staring fixedly at Wallace.

"Oh ... So, we're not gonna see each other again?" tanyakanya.

"You wish you'd see me again?" manya curious.

"Yes. I would love to!" answer Wallace quickly.

I smiled happily to hear it.

"Tomorrow we can still meet! But you won't let me meet you at your brother's shop. Ah, what if you let a day not go to work. We can go for a walk!" I said with spirit.

"Can't!" Wallace refused.

"Why? What day's permission can't be?" I asked according to my guess.

Wallace nodded slowly.

"Isa. Superfluity. So, we'll meet at night here?!" many ensure.

"Yes. I only have night time!" wallace replied calmly.

"Oh ... All right, I get it!" said surrender.

"Sorry!" said it.

"No problem!" my reply.

I glanced at the clock on my phone. It's time I went home.

"It's time for me to come back" I told Wallace standing up.

"good. Come on, I'll take it, "he said get up.

We walked back to Dixie Street. Wallace just drove me to the front of the Cathedral.

"Tomorrow I'll wait here again!" the message before I leave.

I nodded and walked away leaving him. A strange feeling suddenly appeared. I looked back and there was no Wallace there. Very quickly he left.

connect ....