Prince From Another World
Back to New Angeles City

I arrived in New Angeles at exactly five in the afternoon. From the airport to the hotel where I stayed. Nothing has changed in this city since my arrival a few months ago. The atmosphere remains the same. Only the air is cooler with the streets still wet after the rain.

I entered the hotel lobby which was quite crowded, immediately booked a room and went to rest. Arriving at the room I immediately contacted Sienna informing him that I had arrived safely. From across the phone came the sound of Jane's aunt screaming. Sienna told me that Jane's aunt was shocked to find my letter that I had flown to New Angeles alone. But her anxiety seemed to diminish after I spoke to her over the phone. I kept convincing him that I was okay and he didn't have to worry. After talking at length on the phone I just went to clean up and rest.

Sitting in a diner is boring. No friends to talk to. Only strangers can be seen walking the streets. I deliberately chose breakfast at the sidewalk rather than at the hotel restaurant to be able to while looking at the scenery. I don't know where I'm going today. Where to look for Edgar in a city this big? I pulled out my phone and tried to get in touch with Edgar. Again not active. I was so confused where to start today's journey.

I opened the guide-book page that I had prepared. Although he had been here before but well just to be careful not to get lost. So seriously observe the name of the streets in the guide-book until it is not aware of the presence of someone. Until that guy calls me.

"Hey, you're Eriza, aren't you?!" ask the young man in the typical uniform standing in front of my desk.

I turned my head to look at that person's face while remembering where I had met him. Yeah, I know him.

"You ... Roger?!" myrag.

"Yes! You remember the looks!" said Roger who used to be the driver who drove me. Without hesitation he sat in front of me.

"I never thought I'd see you again! Who are you here with?" ask Roger enthusiastically.

"Yourself!" my answer.

"alone? Travelling so far? Whoa!" roger was amazed.

"yeah. And you still work as a taxi driver?" my many.

"Yes. Of course, family business" Roger replied.

"Well, by the way, what business are you doing here, Eriza? What's the vacation again?" ask Roger then.

"No. I'm looking for someone!" reply potluck.

"Who?" ask Roger curious.

"Friends" I replied.

"Oh, maybe ...," had not yet had time for Roger to finish his sentence, from a distance heard someone calling him.

"Oh sorry, my passenger called. Next time we talk again! And if you need a driver, call me anytime I'll be ready to serve!" roger said in a hurry while giving me his business card.

"Okay, thanks!" my reply. Roger ran back into his cab quickly.

I put the business card in my little bag. Now I'm heading to St. Barbara. A shopping area that is never empty of visitors. Even on a normal day like now. I walked through each shophouse and then into the plaza. Looking there and there, all of them were small stalls full of merchandise. Actually my goal here is to hope that maybe I can find Wallace. Remembering he used to say he worked here. All day long around I found nothing. Which had my feet sore at last. Before it became dark I went back to the hotel. A day passed in vain. I grabbed my phone and wrote a message for Sienna to report on my activities today. I'm still trying to get in touch with Edgar. But the number is still inactive. I was tired and fell asleep.

This morning I went back to the street food stall I went to yesterday. But this time there's Roger as my talkative friend. I intentionally use his taxi service. Apart from knowing each other, I will also use his services to take me all day.

"So, who's the friend you're looking for? Do you know the address?" ask Roger.

I shook my head.

" hasn't. His number could not be reached. I don't know where he's staying" I replied.

"Oh, he's not here" Roger said.

"No, he's from Losta too. Just to New Angeles there's a little business" I replied.

"Hm .... I-i understand. Tell you what, we try to find his name in every hotel here. I know some of the famous hotels that most tourists choose as places to stay. One of them is the hotel where you are staying now. Did you check your friend's name there?" roger said.

"Yet. I didn't think I'd get there" I replied.

"All right, let's start there. Are you ready to go?" ask Roger.

"Yes. Come on!" I answered and we began the journey.

We went back to the hotel where I was staying. I went straight to the reception desk. Roger decided to wait in the taxi.

A woman greeted me with a friendly smile.

" I'm sorry I'm looking for a friend of mine who might be staying here. Can you help me find her name?" ask me politely.

"What's Miss' friend's name?" ask the receptionist.

"Edgar" I replied.

"Wait a minute!" the receptionist said then he turned to his desk. Type a few letters on the keyboard board while watching the computer screen in front of it.

"What's Edgar Julius called?" tanyanya.

"No. Edgar Juan Henley's. His last name is Henley," I explained.

"Sorry Miss, there's no Edgar Juan Henley on our guest list!" the receptionist later.

"Oh, thanks then!" I said as I passed away. And back to the place where Roger was waiting.

"How's it?" ask Roger as soon as I arrive.

"He's not staying here!" my answer.

"Then we look for it in another hotel" Roger suggested.

We started to leave. Roger took me to some of the top hotels in different areas. With the same question I asked every hotel receptionist I met. All gave the same answer, there was no guest named Edgar Juan Henley in their inn. I'm starting to get desperate. But Roger kept me excited along the way. Until arriving at the last inn located some distance from the city was still no name Edgar there.

"I'm really desperate to find where else ...," I said limply.

"Don't get discouraged first. The city is too big to explore for a day. You're sure your friend is in town, aren't you? He must be somewhere in town. If I'm guessing he must be a very special friend to you, yeah!" said Roger.

"Not really. We were just close friends. There's no relationship. I'm just worried about something I don't want to happen" I said.

"Once, yes .... By the way it's late afternoon, where are we going next?" ask Roger.

"We'll just go back to the hotel. Can you come back at seven tonight? I want to go to Dixie Holly" I replied.

"good. I'll arrive on time" said Roger with enthusiasm. And we drove back to the hotel where I was staying.

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At seven o'clock in the evening I was out of the hotel. There Roger was waiting in his cab. I approached him.

"Just in time as you say!" my praise.

"I don't like to keep my guests waiting" Roger replied as he opened the passenger door for me.

"Trims," said I.

Roger runs a taxi. He no longer needed to ask my purpose because I said it this afternoon. Travel is pretty fast. We arrived shortly afterwards. Roger prefers to wait in a taxi. I also walked alone along bustling Dixie Street. Well, this month is more crowded visitors than a few months ago.

I didn't feel my way to the end of the lonely road. Nothing has changed. The high wall still stands. It's just that the little alley I used to walk through with Wallace has now been installed. So the atmosphere is not as scary as before.

Tired of walking I decided to sit on an empty bench near the cathedral. While waiting expectantly the person I was waiting for would appear. Wallace.

An hour, two hours passed. My eyes are still looking to all sides. But he's not visible at all. The night air is getting colder. Until the time almost pointed at eleven o'clock in the evening I decided to go home. I got off the bench and walked away.

connect ....