London's Top Secret

PROLOGUE:

"Where are you going?" an old household lady asks. She seems so puzzled when I go out from the room with teary eyes and frightened into docility. I never look back and just continue walking along the corridor. I couldn't help myself but letting my tears flow all over my face. I couldn't believe it happened. In front of me, with my two bare hands, that was so impossible. I decide not to go back again in this place. This place is insanity. There's no place as hell as this. I need to clear up my mind and start having my life back again.
I know I can defend myself if ever I'll be accused on doing that incident. I never mean it. It's really not my intention to do it. But conscience run all over my mind. Why do I feel this uneasy feeling? Was it really my fault?

" Hey! Be careful! What's your problem?" a man screams when I nearly collide him.
"I'm so sorry!" then I immediately turn back and continue walking. I can't concentrate walking in this horrible situation. I'm in a insiluble dilemma of adulthood and extreme foolishness. I should decide right away. But what to do? Right, I need to pack all my things. I need to escape on this helly place. But where to escape? I need to be in the place where I can live peacefully. A place where I can bury all these things. A place where I can put into nothing all these irrationality. A place that I can call mine.

As I arrive in my room, I immediately place all my things inside my bag and start packing. I need to be hurry for I need to catch the last trip going to London. Maybe I can start my life again in London. I heard that London is a peaceful country. Maybe I can also practice my profession there without thinking what had happen today.

I leave a letter in front of my door. I leave also three bucks for my room payment. I explained in the letter the reason why I need to go to London. I didn't write the truth, the real reason why I need to escape in this place. I leave the house the next day. With a heavy heart, i will leave this place full of hatred and bitterness. I can't imagine myself living again in an alien country. If I just know that this would happen, if I had a choice I would rather go back to my homeland and just serve my country. But still, I know I could manage myself and trying to compose just to finish this what I have started.

In my stay here for almost a month, I started loving this place but for just a snap of one's finger, everything was ruined. I think nothing was as creepy as this place after that horrible incident.

As I step my foot going up the ship, I couldn't help myself but
reminisce the memories I gathered from this land. I'll do everything just to erase all those bad memories from this place. I need to be firm and sturdy not just for myself but also for my countryland. I want them to be proud of what I have done for them. As long as I can keep this bad omen, my reflection towards my people are still tough and getting tougher. This dark image that could ruin my name will be cursed and should be buried for nothing until the end.

The dark clouds from the outside seems to pour out also its madness. Thunder and lightning begin to shake the ship like a thief in the night. Darkness covers the whole surroundings. The melody of silence but wrath incurring the whole ship. Series of extreme fear and anger run through my veins. As I look along the vessel's lobby, it seems an invitation of an infinite peace. The noise of other passengers is a melody of my ears. This is really what I wanted, being destructed by many factors to gain temporary freedom. As I lay down on my bed, I obtain tranquility.

The whosh of the strong winds and the splash of sea water behind the ship make me awake from my finite independence. I again remember the scream of my conscience and the feelings of guilt and anxiety. The ship's thunderlike starting sound bombards the whole place. I awaken my mind and start vanishing my uneasy feeling. This is the start of my new dawn. At last, I can leave this place and start making another journey in another alien nation.
As the vessel makes its journey, I decide to erase all those bad thoughts and start making a new life. A new me. Nevertheless, all these stuffs will be gone as I leave this whore place.

I am at the vessel's main function hall to witness the opera presentation of the famous musical group "Milan" from Rome. The hall is full of shiny-glittery French chandeliers, highlighted by a round sufisticated glass bulb at the center of the hall's ceiling. The stage is designed to be a world class theatrical stage. It is decorated with new bloomed pink roses and dazzling tiny light bulbs anchored with colorful clothe strips.The guests are noticeably excited from the gathering's highlight. Wearing their best suits, they are greeting each other with different languages.
"Bonjour mes amis!", as a gentleman tap my shoulder from the back seat. With his language, I'm certain that he is French. As I turn back I recognize him. He is my collegue during my short stay in New York. I bit nervous from his unexpected presence. Without any sign of hesitance, "Vous mon ami?", I answer back.
"I'm good, London is your next destination?", he asks me with confusion in his eyes. I know he's confuse of why I'm with a London trip since I told him that I should stay in US for a year.
"Yes, my friend!", with a guilty face I switch my focus at the center stage as the performers prepare for their big show.
My concentration is not on the performance but on the presence of this man. He keep on asking what will be my reason on going to London, on why I change my mind so rapidly. Thoughts are fighting inside my mind. Do I need to tell the truth? I am that brave enough to put myself in my own fire? No, I need to use other reasonable excuse. Then I realize what I had written at my room's front door. I use the same excuses to save my damn life.

I immediately leave the hall as the performance is over. I need to escape from the sight of this man. I'll be dead if I'll be in his presence even just for more hour. Walking along the hallway, my vision is nailed by a group of men encircling at the side. They seem so vigorous as they clap their hands in joy. Waving the clothe by the magician-look-a-like man, he gives the audience a big roar saying "Abrakadabra" then a lovely white dove flies along the corridor. The crowd are so amaze and give their best cheer to the magician. To feed up my curiosity, I join the mob and start fetching myself within the crowd. With my bandalore in my hand, I go at the center and start showing to them my skill.
"What's that disk-like stuff keep on tugging back from that person's hand?", an Englishman utters as I spin my bandalore.
"This is Yo-yo. One of the inventions from the Philippines! This is commonly known as bandalore in French", I answers him with a proud face.
"How do you do that?", ask the old man with interest.
I feel so relax that moment. For the first time in forever, I feel again this excitement. It seems that all my anxieties are gone.
After telling them the techniques, some men in black suits follow me as I walk back towards my room. They wanted me to be their companion through out the trip. I'm a bit puzzled with their initiative moves, without ado, I accept their offer since I need also this kind of situation to ease my condition. To totally erase the bad incident on my mind.
"What's your name my friend?", they ask in chorus.
I need to hide my identity. Pseudonym may be the best way to solve this crisis of mine.
"I'm Zal", I exclaimed, then rapidly close the door while leaving them in discombobulate manner.

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CHAPTER ONE: The Arrival

"You are a disgrace from your own country!"

"I'm just trying to protect my dignity!"

"Dignity? Do you still have dignity?"

"Don't ruin my name! I did everything just to save our motherland from those theives!"

"You're the one responsible of your name. You're the only one purting stain on your own name! Fix it or you'll be dead!"

A strong knock from the outside awakens me. It's just a horrible dream. I immediately get up, wipe the fluid of fears and open the door to know who's outside.
"Hey Zal!", greets by a mid-age white man with a breakfast in his right hand.
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