"Blue... then black...white..."
I exhaled deeply as I stared to an art in front.Finally! Nasunod ko din ang lahat ng instruction ni miss Valen, my art teacher.
I have been working on this for the entire last week of summer.Ilang music at ballet classes ang hindi ko sinipot para dito.I am not very fond with paintings but for the very first time ,I felt so proud by just looking in it.
"The color fit so well , however it looks so common.Kung sana nilagyan mo ng konting figure sa bandang baba. But I can say ,from all of your works ,this one's has improved ,you still need to work on creating pieces with deeper meanings." seryosong sambit ng nasa mid-30's kong art teacher.
I just nodded in disbelief. Maybe no matter how much effort I make this ones won't worked huh?
Pinagplanuhan kong mabuti lahat ng bagay na ipipinta ko sa painting na yon. I don't understand how comes it looks so common to her when in fact I found it so unique. I just love how the bird looks so free with its wings spread wide apart.
"I expected more from you since you have given a lot of time working for this" dagdag pa nya.
What did she expect? A masterpiece that looks as good as that of van Gogh? Oh come on! I don't even like laying fingers with these palettes ,it only makes my hand dirty.
I was good at dancing! At dapat yon nalang ang pinagtutuunan ko ng pansin. But my mom would always insist na it was way better to be good at something that will make me more feminine.
So that's why I am here ,trying to be good at something I don't really like.
"Look mom , Ayaw ko talaga doon , can't you be happy? I wanna stay and explore here , this is your hometown right? What's wrong with being here?" giit ko kay mommy.
Hindi pa nagsusummer ay pinagtatalunan na namin to , and it will always be her side. I've been living my 16 years back in New York ,at kahit kailan hindi ko naisip na para talaga sakin ang mga sahig sa time square. I can't remember how many times i dream of living here in Raxas ,and everytime I think of it my heart will always flinched knowing this is where I really belong.
"It's the people hija! Akala mo ba na kung ano ang nakikita mo dito yun na din ang meron sa iba pang lugar? This place is not even half of the entire province or not even one fourth! Hindi mo pa nabibisita ang ibang lugar kaya siguradong magbabago pa ang isip mo"
she said in her usual soft monotone voice.
"The problem is you don't let me explore ,Mom! Bakit si ate Lesa , Lucas at Felix ay pwedeng dito tumira at ako hindi? I really love it here and promise---"kumbinsi ko pa
"Resancia Rayem you are too young for whatever exploring you are talking about , they are of legal age that's why. Instead of wasting your time here ,bakit hindi mo nalang pagtuonan ng pansin ang art class mo? pinal nyang saad.
I easily get emotional when I can't get what I want ,it's because I grew up getting all my whims ,I was never forsaken of the best life my family could offer .Dahil only child ,my mom thinks I was supposed to be a princess .She enrolled me in different classes back in new York. Bata pa lang nakatanim na saking utak kung paano dapat umasta at makitungo sa iba.
Kaya imbes na sumagot at igiit pa ang gusto ko. I go out in that mansion before I burst out in tears. I don't understand the need of being away in this place .
Without looking back ,I go out even without an idea of when i'd be heading. I examined the whole place, trying to memorize every houses and small sari-sari stores. My mom was a local here ,she used living here in our ancestral house with my grandparents. My dad however ,died in a ambush since he was into politics. I don't understand the needs of people who played so unfair ,they think it was better to be on top by means of other peoples suffering. I was only 8 months old back then ,so while growing up ,it was only me ,mom and my cousins. I was home schooled and thrown in new York after that incident. My mom would always insist that it was better to play with my dolls rather than playing outside.
"If Kuya Lucas wouldnt get married ,i 'm sure i will never got a chance to go here ,so unfair huh?"
I don't know how many minutes I spent walking ,I just stop when I noticed an unusual house near the shore. Our ancestral house was build by my great grand parents ,It was located a few meters away from the beaches of casa Loja . Our family was a well known socialites ,we run many branches of hotels located in different parts of Luzon and sooner will open in new york.
"Is there anyone here?" I shouted.
The house in front looks so unreal ,it was made of hardwoods and silver marmols. Unlike our mansion it was a bit smaller ,like it was only made as a vacation house.
"Hello, Goodevening! I really love your house can I come in?" I repeated.
Without hesitation ,I opened the gates thinking that maybe the owner lives abroad. With wide eyes I started touching the unique designs of tables and chairs near the veranda.
"Wow, I like it here" I said in an amazed tone.
I was even shocked when the door clicked open. So theres someone living here ,maybe some househelps. A gold ancient painting catches my attention ,it was a man riding a horse ,I think he is in early twenties and wow he looks too good to be true ,like some Gods in Greek . He was topless and smirking in the picture ,his hair was in a bun and I can't get my off him . I only feel contented when I successfully lifted up the painting.
"Who are you?" It was supposed to be a question to whomever that man in the painting but it turns out a question to myself because there's no one here.
Before I say more praises I felt a strong hand caught my waist from behind.
"Who are you kid and what are you doing in my house?"
I slowly turned and determined to defend myself but I was caught off guard when I see his face. What the hell?
