“This room is amazing and breathtaking. Fill with vast archives of documents and artifacts neatly stacked in museum collection storage. What is that smallest thing on the small bottle?” Prince Mharl exclaimed silently that almost coming out loudly from his mouth that moved a bit while the king and queen were talking to the excellency of the Philippines, President Reynam Devam. Of course, he knew them all. Is not art one of his favorite subjects now at Tranegårdskolen school in Denmark?
The Presidential Security Group (PSG), uniformed men, and maids were everywhere. Suddenly, he turned his head as if a compass trying to form a circle. He found everyone was preoccupied. He got up from his chair slowly, stretched his legs as he took some tiny steps, and stood confidently while mimicking other visitors curiously looking at things deeply at first sight. That was partly true, but the real reason was that boredom took him in a few hours already as he sat alone on a mahogany pastel couch in a corner. Outside, he walked through a long way passage until he came near to the garden.
“There is a flutter of butterflies in the stem of the tree that looked like a cherry blossom plant facing the river,” the prince murmured cheerfully. His walk came briskly ignoring the path as if trying to catch a fish in the river. Surprisingly, all of a sudden, he bumped into something. A light pain hit his chest.
The prince saw the short-haired girl fall to the ground with her back covered with dust on the trunk of the tree near to the place where he stood. Her upper lip was open and her one tooth was already a sight even if she did not smile. She was a harelip girl. He noticed that she carried a mini blue pail with a yellow dipper and a piece of old wet rug that was left scattered in front of her.
“En sløv banan. What is wrong with you? You are not looking at your path!” the prince on his red face yelled while making a quick survey of what might be the effect of the bump. He used his hands to wipe the dust off carefully from his classic black suit. His serious and stern demeanor said a lot about how he cared about it. His Danish expression used when angry he absentmindedly said it again. That meant a slow and lazy person.
The girl still on her silent unstoppable stream of tears with eyelids flooded with moisture felt her throat closing up, and took steps to gather her stuff without looking at the prince. Her tears kept falling like a southwest monsoon rain on her wet cheeks.
“Are you dumb? I am talking to you!” the prince angrily shouted as his pitch raised higher for emphasis. Without warning, he pulled her left hand to face him. That caused the blue pail to fall again when she already gathered it in her hands.
“You better watch your steps! Wake up dreamy girl,” brawled the prince as he forcefully grabbed her shoulders.
“How dare you to snob me! You are not that pretty strange girl. Will you answer me?” he angrily commanded. His choleric behavior overwhelmed him.
“Sorry!” the girl answered softly and timidly while tears still welled from her eyes. They kept falling from her cheeks. Her short black hair covered her entire face while he lowered her head eyeing the whereabouts of her stuff. The pink cotton dress she wore was wet on the lower part and her left side was full of dust.
The girl, perhaps, was three years younger than him as he calculated. He was 10 and the harelip girl was 7. She got a fair complexion, straight hair, and pretty eyes that matched her oval face. “Her voice was good though. Her nose stood tall like a Spanish model. Only one thing that made her ugly was her obvious harelip which was not yet fixed. She is tall, but I am taller than her, of course,” the prince vividly observed. Deep inside, he wanted to say sorry, but since he did not like to be scolded, he made a way to cover his mistakes. When his reputation was at stake, he made a way to appear clean. He let his pride win.
“Hello! What is your name?” he growled.
In tears that almost blurred her vision, she managed to see the face of this handsome and good-looking but rude boy. He was a foreigner as everything about him said so. Obviously, he came from a rich family. His clothes were nice and expensive. She cannot understand what he said only the question now about her name. He had an accent, which she already heard in movies she watched. The words were hard to speak as if carrying a heavy luggage on her pained heart. She gathered the pail and dipper with rug again for the third time.
“If you can excuse me, I rather go now!” the girl answered hurriedly. She turned left on the edge of the building without waiting for his answer.
“Wait!” the prince shouted. The girl heard it since she was a just a few steps away, but decided not to look back. She was determined to flee from his presence.
Meanwhile, Prince Mharl angrily turned around. He raised his face to peek on the butterflies that he saw a while ago, but there was nothing to see anymore.
“What did I do?” he reflected his actions while walking back to the room. “How could I talk to her like that? Who is that girl? Maybe, she is one of the daughters of the servants here. What if she told them about the incident a while ago? Oh no!” he uttered anxiously suddenly aware of what might happen.
“Here he is!” the uniformed man shouted to some as he ran breathlessly, who obviously looked for his presence earlier probably.
“What happened?” Prince Mharl curiously asked.
“Your highness, the king and queen were looking for you. We almost took thirty minutes searching the whole palace just to find you. And it was good that you ended up here. If not, some parts of the palace were hard to search a bit because of the vastness of the area. Come on, let’s go your highness,” the man in uniform urged while did bow his head before the prince and extending his hand back inside.
Inside the library, the royals queried the prince about what he did.
“I did not know I was already here near at the river. I was fascinated with the colorful butterflies when I was in the lobby, so I decided to follow them and ended here,” the prince explained endlessly.
“Your highness, we need to go now,” the tall man in PSG uniform told Prince Mharl.
They went back and used the shortcut in the middle of the building. They passed the three-wide rooms first before to the main room in the executive offices. The study, music, and parlor room. King Phil IV, Queen Viela II, his parents, the leader of Denmark, and President Reynam Devam of the Philippines soon appeared as they entered the room. They looked worried as they obviously waited for his return. The etiquettes were not forgotten, so no matter how they felt, gestures and emotions needed to be controlled.
“Oh, Prince Mharl, my son. We have been looking for you for the past few hours already,” the queen’s worried face appeared as she approached the prince with a hug.
“What did you do? Where have you been?” the king’s worried face inquired as he stood from his executive chair.
“I was fascinated by the paintings outside, then saw a group of butterflies nearby and decided to follow them. I ended in the garden near the river,” Prince Mharl explained with an anxious thought deep inside thinking that he did not tell the whole story.
“I found him in the garden near the river,” one of the Presidential Security Group (PSG) answered.
“Alright! What is important now Prince Mharl is here. Since we were done, why not make our way to our lunch in the dining room?” President Devam persuaded while smiling.
“Great!” the king agreed while holding Prince Mharl hands together with the queen. President Devam led them to the stairway in going to the ground floor instead of using the elevator.
“I decided to walk the three of you on the stairs my highnesses, so I may discuss the paintings at the ceiling, which I know Prince Mharl loved as you told me earlier. The painting over here was a group of villagers at the fishing port. It was a typical sight in the country. That was made by Juan Luna, one of our national artists. Then, that nearby painting in the ceiling placed vertically almost aligned to where we stood is a landscape where a man and a woman riding in a carabao was made as well by Juan Luna,” President Devan explained excitedly as he led the way.
King Phil IV paused for a while and examined the painting with his keen eyes closely, as he intently viewed it with his own eyes. “This was awesome and meaningful!” the king exclaimed.
The next morning the tour happened. They enjoyed roaming around and being introduced to different unique and historical spots in the country. Night came, and the prince went outside of his room thinking that everyone fell asleep.
Now, he remembered that smallest thing he saw a while ago near the door. He needed to go to that room. He tiptoed and kept on turning his head as if somebody would see him any moment from now. The door was not locked as he opened it, and he was so happy that he even touched it. There was no alarm around except for the dim light above. He paused and debated whether to pursue his plan or not. Finally, he decided.
The next day at the airport the prince turned three times to see the country before going up against their private royal airplane. Their brief visit made him love the country.
“Someday, I will be here again,” he told himself confidently. His attendant led him to his chair as his parents followed him. When the king and queen entered, a close inspection was made by the uniformed men and royal guards.
Another letter of invitation from the Malacañang Palace arrived at the royal castle in Denmark. This was the second invitation they received a few years ago when they went there to give help. Soon, the royals were in the palace again. Now, the president wanted them to see some of the major changes that happened in the area. As they walked farther, they were all amazed except for Prince Mharl, who was not in the mood to talk and his mind flew back to the castle. In his senior year, he was the one to lead the group in their class, and besides his crush was there. This made him want to go home right away rather than join the trip to the Philippines again. They turned right. A glass door automatically opened and the four guards were at their post at the entrance to meet them. Now, the president stood still suddenly, bowed his head, and gestured for everyone to enter. They were now in the dining hall overlooking the river and the garden on the other side. “Prince Mharl, why not look at t
Marie was in deep thought as she tried to find her things. She was in her melancholic mood. More than a decade already after she left Iloilo for good. “If only I can go back to Iloilo now. I, perhaps still enjoy seeing the greenery, playing games, and talking with my friends and relatives. But my parents are here. They love their work. We are four in the family now. Hard to be the eldest. I need to finish my assignments, so I can watch my siblings outside.” Marie thought while looking for her notebooks. She reached them together with her books at the upper part of the shelf, and an envelope appeared which was full of papers. She decided to arrange them. Then, she smiled when she saw a few pictures on the folded paper. She vividly remembered everything. In San Miguel, Barotac Viejo, Iloilo, the place where she spent her childhood years, she and Lou had memories she treasured now and then. “I have enough. Want to add? Look at the other branches,” Marie urged Lou, her bestfriend, who a
“Marie!” She heard the loud call that became nearer as her mother approached where she was. "I have good news to tell." She turned to see Mar in her favorite chair in the library near the piano. Your aunt Shiela is already in Denmark.” “What! Really? How did that happen? Marie inquisitively asked while walking briskly toward her mother. Oh! I am happy for her. That was her dream even before when she was still in the province. Mother, that was too far for us though.” “Don’t worry your aunt is strong, independent, and courageous. She is ready for her housekeeping job. Her determination gives her an edge to pursue everything. She promised to help you in your college though you are a scholar. “I will watch her in her old age. No matter what, I will get Aunt She. I’ll take care of her.” One day, Shiela called Lan. “My couple boss was the owner of some hotels in Denmark and a relative of the royal family. They are nice, friendly, accommodating, and thoughtful. Don’t worry, I feel at hom
While doing the laundry, Marie’s thoughts were back on the conversation made by Mrs. Grace Reyes. With the bible in hand, Grace asked her, “Are you familiar with John 3:16?” “Yeah!” “But do you understand what that verse is all about?” “It says that God loved the world that He gave Jesus Christ, His only son and we will not be in condemnation but have eternal life.” “That’s true. You know what God is the creator of heaven and earth. He made us and all the things in the world. But one day, Adam and Eve, our first parents, sinned. God drove them away from the garden of Eden. He warned Adam and Eve not to touch or eat the fruit in the middle of the garden as it is written in the book of Genesis. But the couple was tempted by the serpent which is the devil. Because of that, their eyes were opened, and they understood what they did. We inherited those sins from them and like them we were bound to hell when we die. The good news, however, is in this verse that God gave His only Son, Jes
“He was so cute, handsome, and perfect.” Irene giggled as she opened her cellphone and pointed Prince Mharl to Marie. “Yeah! I knew that already. His name is everywhere since they were here for two events last time. Girls are on their feet running just to see him.” “Wait. Where is Joe? I have not seen him in a while. "Do you two have an LQ?" Irene teased Marie and tried to lift her spirits. "He is currently working on his project in Cubao. His Bachelor of Electrical Engineering course gives him an edge to do electrical wiring." “Now let’s talk about your crushes. These French fries are so yummy. After this, let’s eat ice cream again. “ Marie drank her bottled water and smiled, "I can't finish another set since..." “You eat small amounts and that's why you're thin.". Keep on eating. After the ice cream let’s go to McDonald's." “What?” As the two walked near the palace's river and ate ice cream in cones together when Irene visited her one day, they kept heading outside to buy the
“Why on earth am I thinking about that girl in the Philippines? She was quiet when we had our first meeting, and when we had our second one. And why she lied that she did not remember me. "In Singapore, she was still aloof and timid." The prince sighed in his deep thoughts as he stared at the trees he created on the canvas hanging in his dad's entryway. "Prince Mharl, let's have a talk." The king motioned to the prince to sit in the chair near the queen, who wore her favorite emerald dress, watched them both, and later focused on her only son. She missed how innocent he used to be. With the remote control in his hand, the king opened the TV screen in the center, which had been used as a mini stage for meetings in his office. The king's office looked like a curtain when not opened, but now it was a sight to behold. With doubts on his mind, he analyzed why his parents called him. “Yes, my highnesses.” "Focus on your journey and see it clearly. Look at your mom’s belly when you were s
“This is amazing! There is a group of artists in this group.” Marie smiled. It was two days after her painting contest that he told her. She got second place in their school. Joe cheered and told her that a journey can sometimes be up or down, but what matters most was being sports regardless of the outcome. With a red comb on her table, she ran it through her shoulder-level hair and stood with a cellphone in hand to make a quick glance outside. “I’ll join here. International Artists Group.” She put her right index finger on the “join group” button of her phone. When scanning the profile pictures of the group, she was amazed by the paintings of the natural world, portraiture, arrangements of objects, and abstractions. “Who made all of these? They are breathtaking! The colors are mixed of lustrous, glossy, radiant, and shadowy.” Marie's series of questions on her thoughts as she was filled with joy as she checked each of them. Soon, a notification popped out from her phone. Her re
Marie graduated with flying colors. She was not at the top of the class but made a place on the list of awardees. She was then offered by her former school Ramon Magsaysay High School a position as they needed one English teacher. Their one old English teacher retired two months after her board examination and since the result of the examination was not yet released, she was advised to be a volunteer teacher in that school. One month after, she went home late. “Good evening, Mar!” the guard greeted her in the shadow of the flickering light near the gate. ‘Good evening, too!” Soon she reached their room but wondered why no lights were turned on even on the path outside of the palace’s garden. Everything was dark, so she got her phone and used the flashlight there. She called everyone but no one answered. “Did I forget to know our schedules today? For the past two weeks, we are busy in school. Then, next week. Thanks, God it’s Friday. Tomorrow, I have my piano tutorial again." Marie