City of Gangsters: City of Gangsters
Old Friend

Hillton garden hotel, central side

Sebastian mayer is soaking in the hotel's upstairs pool, a strawberry cocktail on a floating tray in front of him, his athletic body and popularity have made him look striking, he could even feel the lewd gazes of the women against him.

Of course, who does not know Sebastian mayer?, the rising pop singer, the melodious voice he has and his Italian charm that is able to melt many women's hearts. She has everything to become a top celebrity, just a few steps away from reaching the Hollywood success ladder.

Even some of the naughty women dared to swim so close to him, trying to get his attention.

But he didn't care about them, nor did the savage look, he didn't care about what people were gossiping about him right now. His mind was focused only on what his godfather said.

He felt very guilty to his best friend, a friend who was always with him from childhood to adulthood, Achallio Santiago, a friend who often became a singing duet. He didn't even know about his mother's death.

Mayer sighed "What should I tell her?"

He then saw a water-repellent watch coiled in his right hand. The hour hand has shown half six in the afternoon. Mayer then drank his cocktail until it ran out, after which he moved from the pool.The water flows through the sidelines of his muscles to lure the women who are there.

Mayer wiped her wet body with a towel as she walked towards her room. Arriving in the room he immediately wore a summer flower-patterned shirt and knee-length shorts, to seal his identity he wore a bucket hat and wore a mask that covered his face.

After getting dressed he locked the door to the hotel room, and walked towards the parking lot, as soon as he got into the parking lot he got into his four-door rental car ford and sped towards the house of achellio on fellmore street, on the West Side, he still remembers Santiago building a house there.

Arriving on the West Side, he drives to the location of Santiago's house, but, he does not find a house there, there is only a row of shops. Mayer frowned trying to recall while looking around.

His benchmark was the park to the north, Mayer got out of the car, he approached a florist, and an old man in his 70s who was sitting in the front seat of the store.

Mayer asked the owner of the florist "Excuse me sir, do you know where achilleo Santiago lives?" The florist shook his head and looked at the older man.

"Try asking the old man, he is the landlord here" he replied. Mayer nodded and approached the grandfather who was sitting in the chair.

"Excuse me did you know of a man named achilleo santiago?"

The old man's forehead shriveled, he tried to remember something "His name is like a stranger, wait a minute my memory is so faint because of the age factor" he said in Laughter.

Both of his eyes widened he seemed to have remembered something "achilleo, you mean the son of master Heagn?"

"Yes, do you know about her?"

"Ah, I bought this land from him, he was building a house here, but somehow he suddenly sold it for a cheap price, then I bought it and built a shop here" Obviously the grandfather. Mayer nodded, so achilleo sold his land, does he still live in his old apartment?. Mayer thought to himself.

"Thank you sir" Mayer said, bowing his head.

"Sama-sama" replied the old man, Mayer and then got back into his car. He then immediately rushed to Santiago's old residence in an apartment located in Harlem.

#northern harlem district

Although it has been two years, Mayer still remembers the location of residence from Santiago.

From a distance Mayer can see a rowa apartment as high as five floors lined up. The ford car he was driving drove slowly down the apartment line on the road while counting every block he passed, he still remembered santiago living in apartment block number five.

The ford car that Mayer drove stopped at the apartment painted in deep red. He got out of his car and walked into the apartment. Mayer climbed the stairs up to the fourth floor and stopped at the front door of the last door on the floor. Santiago's name is inscribed on a wooden signboard hanging from the door.

Turns out he's still living in his old house Mayer thought.

Mayer thought for a moment, hesitatingly knocking on the door, once, twice to three times there was no answer from the owner of the apartment.

"Is he no home?" Mayer thought to himself. He knocked on the door again quite hard.

Since there was no reply Mayer thought santiago was not in his apartment, he turned around to return home to his place of stay. But as soon as he turned the door opened. A man with long hair, a sharp nose peeked out.

"Woy who are you?" Ask her straight. The smell of alcohol spread from his mouth.

Mayer who recognized the voice immediately turned the body.

"santiago?" Mayer asked back.

"Huh? Why do you know my name?" Mayer then removed the mask and hat he wore, Santiago blinked his eyes, although for so long he was still able to recognize the person in front of him.

"Mayers? Well you're back from chicago" They both shook hands.

"Yes, we haven't seen you in a long time, you remember what I look like"

"We're talking inside" said Santiago as he opened his apartment door. After Mayer went inside he closed the door again.

"When did you come?"

"So morning" answered the mayor They both walked to the living room, as Mayer looked around the apartment, Santiago's pink apartment with pictures of him as a child, nothing changes here everything is still the same as before, after arriving in the living room Santiago told Mayer to sit on the sofa, while Santiago walked to the kitchen to bring a drink.

Mayer looked at Santiago who returned from the kitchen, his childhood friend had changed a lot, Santiago was very caring for his hair, now he let it be long and cute, even his body looks very thin. Santiago who staggered almost fell, Mayer who saw it swiftly holding his body.

"Are you okay?" Ask Mayer.

Mayer sighed, "I'm sorry I couldn't serve the day your mother died, I was too busy with my business, even I found out that after six months had passed, I was really sorry"

"It's okay, Mayer, don't think about it too much, you know after my mom died, I didn't know what to do. Since I worked for my mother, since then I have been a drinker, I do not even know when was the last time I was free from the influence of alcohol, every time I realize I always remember his face, all I can do is run away, run away from that reality" he said as he sobbed.

"Something feels lost in me.... " Take care of her while wiping away her tears.

Mayer can only be silent, he can imagine how much sadness from his best friend, since Santiago was very fond of his mother, his father was a contractor, he was killed in an incident during the week before his graduation, after dropping out of school he continued his father's business, and now it seems that he has gone bankrupt.

And somehow seeing his best friend become like this Mayer feels guilty about it, he has to make his best friend back to what it used to be.

"If you keep running away from reality, you'll just keep getting stuck there"

"Then what should I do?, do you have a way out of it?"

Mayer stood up from his seat"First we get a fresh breeze first, shutting yourself in this cramped apartment won't make you any better" he then walked over to Santiago who was sitting across from him.

"Let's go buddy" Mayer said as she reached out her hand to help Santiago stand up.

"Well" Santiago grabbed his best friend's hand, and then drank a glass of water on the table to relieve the dizziness from alcohol. After that they both get out of the apartment to Mayer's rental car.

They both drove towards the seven village district, a hilly district with fresh air as well as a very beautiful scenery, a very suitable place to clear their minds. The car they were riding in drove very slowly to enjoy every sight of it.

After a few dozen minutes of driving Mayer looked at Santiago" How is your mind calmer?" Ask her.

Santiago smiled"Yes I think it's quite calming" he replied.

"What about your career mayer?" Santiago asked, Mayer sighed and then told him about the problem.

"The old man is a real bastard, if that's me maybe I'll beat him up and strip him after that I'll tie the old man to the power pole" Santiago said, followed by laughter by the two of them.

"You're not gonna be able to do that, man, it's gonna cost you your reputation, especially if he's got a lot of connections with the judges and lawyers in Chicago"

"Where do you work now?" Ask Mayer. Santiago then looked to the side of the window, seeing the twilight rays that painted the sky exuding a serenity.

"I work as a truck driver, my father's business is bankrupt, everything's messed up I sometimes think I don't have the ability to do this?, in contrast to me my father was a hard worker, he was ambitious and also a smart man he brought the business he started getting bigger, maybe because that's what he was removed from. I don't have any ability you know, I can just drive and this is how I end up"

"No, you have Santiago's talent" Mayer said.

"You know your hobby, you used to love writing a song, you can turn whatever you had in mind into a song that's your talent" continued Mayer, who was smiled back by Santiago.

"Do you remember the song we used to sing?"

"Sure, would you sing it? "

~Sir of heaven among the rows of mountains, the river flowing in idlwood life has been old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, growing like a gust of wind~

~village roads have brought me home, to where I grew up, take me home o rasar~ street

~all the memories gathered around him, the mother who was cooking, the father who was fishing and I who played with my best friend~

~blue and quiet, black and misty painted in sky~

~village roads take me home, to where I grew up, take me home, rural~

~ I heard his voice, in the morning he called me, Radio reminds me of my far away home, when I was driving down the road I got the feeling that I should be home, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday~

~village roads take me home, to where I grew up, take me home, rural~

Sing them both, a song that was created since they were children, in the middle of the work of school tours to the countryside in Idllwood. Songs created by their friendship.

"I've lost it, it's a song you used to create, that's your talent"

"Hahaha, I'm just saying what's on my mind"

"You want to come with me to Chicago? I need an assistant in songwriting" Tawar Mayer said.

"And of course you'll get a part of your work" And then, Santiago seemed to think for a moment. He looked around. After that he nodded steadily.

"If you don't mind my friend"

"Of course not"

"I make sure the song I write will be a masterpiece" he said excitedly,

"Yes we look forward to it" replied Mayer, he felt that his friend had a purpose in his life.