Love on a Broken Canvas (An Artist's Love Story)

Chapter 1 - Broken Canvas

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"Ms. Valle, talaga bang inuubos mo pasensya ko? Hindi ka na nakuntento sa pag-ubos mo sa oras ko dahil sa pangungulit mo. Ayoko. Ayoko ngang ibenta sa'yo yung gawa kong painting. In fact, sana nga hindi mo na lang nakita." Pagalit na sagot sa'kin ni Mr. Santillan.

"I need it. 'Wag mo namang ipagdamot please. I tell you, it will be perfect sa gagawin kong exhibit. Tsaka makakatulong ka pa kasi the exhibit will raise funds para sa mga orphan. I don't really beg Mr. Santillan but when I do, kailangang-kailangan ko." I pleaded.

Ngumiti ito bigla na s'yang dahilan para mas gumwapo pa ito. Any girl could fall for this kind of man. Matangkad, matipuno, moreno, gwapo at very manly.

"I'm a very busy man, Ms. Valle. So if you'll excuse me, makakaalis ka na 'coz I've got tons of work to do before going back to Manila."

"Sandali lang Mr. Santillan, please. I beg you. I need the painting so much. Sigurado akong maraming magkakainteres sa exhibit kapag may display ng gawa mo."

Kung pwede lang talagang lumuhod sa harapan n'ya ginawa ko na kaso nakakahiya kasi nandito kami sa labas ng office n'ya dito sa resort.

"I've never done painting in a long time, Illya... I mean Ms. Valle. I'm a respected businessman in the industry now, not an artist anymore. That painting you want belongs to my resort and definitely not for sale." He answered with a very cold tone with the usual smirk on his face. Arrogant Santillan!

I happened to know a very personal secret. Mr. Santillan is actually Meruem, a prodigy of arts whose works ay mainit sa mga mata ng painting collectors internationally. Lahat ng artist sa buong bansa at kahit sa buong mundo kilala si Meruem.

I accidentally found out his identity through my bestfriend Czarina, cousin nitong si Mr. Santillan.

Three weeks ago nang pumunta ako dito sa resort kung saan malapit ang resthouse ng family nito ay nakita ko ang napabayaang painting sa sulok ng souvenir shop sa resort na 'yun.

It was Meruem's 'Scarlet's World'. When I asked her, pinsan raw nya gumawa 'nun.

That painting will save the exhibit I'm planning to organize where the funds will be donated sa charity.

It's been weeks now na kinukulit ko si Mr. Santillan to let me buy the painting but he won't. Kesa naman sa masayang lang ang ganda ng painting na natabunan na ata ng mga kahon sa sulok ng shop na 'yun, it's better to be showcased.

What's more frustrating is that he makes it to a point na ayaw n'yang kilalanin na minsan s'yang naging sikat sa larangan ng pagpipinta.

I'm not an artist myself but it seems I appreciate being one than he is.

"You know what I think, Mr. Santillan? The real artist in you will never die. You may forget it for as long as you want but you can never run away from it. The way I see it, your works are more honest than you. It's just sad how your supposed last work isn't in the place it deserves to be." I pointed out.

I have two weeks before the expected date ng exhibit.

Tinalikuran ko s'ya at akmang aalis na. Babalik na lang ulit ako sa ibang araw. I need that painting, Meruem's painting.