The Pianist

In a quiet tone that was almost loud, Prince Mharl exclaimed, “What an amazing, breathtaking room this is. Filled with vast archives of documents and artifacts neatly stacked in museum collection storage.” It was during this time that the king and queen conferred honor upon the excellency of the Philippines, President Reynam Devam. Of course, he knew them all. Doesn't he enjoy art at Tranegårdskolen now?

There was a large presence of the Presidential Security Group (PSG), uniformed men, and maids. In an instant, he suddenly turned his head as if he were trying to draw a circle with a compass. Everyone was preoccupied. While other visitors stared curiously at things at first glance, he slowly stood up, stretched his legs, and stood up with confidence. Boredom had already set in as he sat alone on a mahogany pastel couch in a corner of the room.

After walking through a long corridor, he reached the garden. The prince murmured cheerfully: "There are butterflies on the stem of the tree that looks like a cherry blossom plant facing the river." He walked quickly, ignoring the path as if he was 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, her back covered in dust, fall to the ground on the log near where he was standing. Her upper lip was parted and her only tooth was visible, even when she wasn't smiling. She was a hare-lip girl. In front of her were an old, wet rug and a small blue bucket with a yellow ladle that she was carrying.

“En sløv banan. «And the banana sløv. What's wrong with you? While investigating what could cause the bump, the prince, blushing the face, shouted: "You are not looking at your path!". He used his hands to brush the dust off his classic black suit. Her serious and stern demeanor says a lot about how serious he was about it. He unwittingly repeated his Danish expression when he was angry. This meant a slow and lazy person.

The girl still in her quiet, unstoppable stream of tears with wet eyelids felt her throat tighten and took steps to gather her things without looking at the prince. Her tears continued to fall down her wet cheeks like southwest monsoon rain. “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. When she had already gathered it in her hands, the blue pail fell again.

You'd better be careful where you step! Become awake, dreamy girl! " He said, grabbing her shoulders hard. His choleric attitude overcame him, "How dare you snubbed me! You're not that odd girl. Will you answer me?

Her short black hair covered her entire face as he bowed his head to check for her belongings. The pink cotton dress she was wearing was damp on the lower part, and her left side was full of dust. "Sorry!" the girl replied gently and timidly while tears continued to build up from her eyes and drip from her cheeks.

Perhaps the girl was three years younger than him, he estimated. “She is seven, while I am ten. She has an oval face, straight hair, and lovely eyes that complemented her beautiful complexion. The voice is nice. Her nose is prominent as just a Spanish model. Her apparent harelip, which had not yet been corrected, was the only thing that made her ugly. She is tall, but I'm obviously taller than she is, the prince pointed out.”

Although he secretly wanted to apologize, he found a means to cover up his errors because he did not enjoy receiving criticism. When his reputation was on the line, he found a way to seem good. He gave in to pride.

“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, and everything about him said so. Obviously, he came from a rich family. His clothes were elegant and expensive. Her only understanding of what he said is that he asked for her name. He had an accent, which she had already heard in movies she watched. It was as if a heavy bag was on her heart as she spoke. She collected the pail and dipper along with the rug.

“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. Even though she was only a few steps away, the girl decided not to look back. She was determined to flee from his presence.

Meanwhile, Prince Mharl turned around in anger. He raised his face to look at the butterflies that he saw a while ago, but they were no longer there.

“What did I do?” he asked himself as he walked 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.

The uniformed man shouted, "There he is!" as he ran breathlessly toward some, who were apparently looking for him earlier.