Mang Miroy the famous goldsmith in Cervantes (now Avenida Rizal) Mang Miroy moved well, the diamond in his left hand.It's just like a little bit of the average grain of corn. The rays of the sun from the open day struck the rock he was testing. It glows in the beam of the beam and dazzled in the eyeball of his eyes. He saw a small flame like a fire in the center of it. He also noticed his smooth bumps on the sides of the various colors that were inherently a miracle of a high-powered brass and worthy of the feature of a royalty. In fact, this stone is meant to be a feature of a groom.
"The value of this rock is huge!" Mang Miroy said to himself. "At least one thousand pesos." "You'd better get the handle," the girl behind Mang Miroy asked. "Can you do that on Thursday in the coming week?"
"Nydia!" Said the goldsmith. "your like Donya Pepang, your mom, your always in a hurry."
"But, Mang Miroy, it's a different one," said the young woman who had a sharp face in her face. "You know that I will use that in my wedding next Sunday. and mentioning the trip, and if God allows, my bridegroom may have come to Paris, Rome, Helsinki and Brussels."
"I'll take care of it," Mang Miroy said. "Pray that I should not be sick."
"When that happened in time, Mang Miroy," said the young lady, "your reward will be enjoyable. May double! That's what my boyfriend says, after I've told him about your attitude toward doing that."
"Batang ire!" Mang Miroy goes on to say. "In a charming way as you approach the altar, the significance that I will make will be fascinating. Now that I can only see that after you have worn the ring, he will kiss you, not just once, but twice or three times. "Maybe my boyfriend, Mang Miroy, was good and I did not have him here."
"Now, there's no blueprints, the goldsmith says, on Saturday afternoon you'll be back. Give me enough time to do the ring! Awkward, inferior. "
"Until the afternoon of Saturday," said the young man, both of them. "I'll have my boyfriend to know you."
"You decide on that, son."
"Farewell to you," Nydia said and pulled out of the plates, rushing into his car-colored car.
"On Saturday afternoon !," Mang Miroy told herself. "Thought of many builders it is easy to manufacture gems. It does not even matter to them that a goldsmith can be harm at work. If this happens, it is just as ugly as I am, who is forced to pay for the damages only. Just imagine if the diamond was shattered. " After drinking coffee, Mang Miroy went to the side of the plate where his butchers were. Prepared some necessary tools, before burning fire. He has weighed white gold. With a two-wavelength-shaped brass rod, it is characterized by fire being immersed in acid. Then carefully hammered a little hammer to cool down part of the gold, which he was preparing to arm. He broke it, and began to prepare the top of the cape to apply without a risk of falling diamond. He was struggling with this part of the work. He has been working hard in the past, repeatedly - blowing fires, immersing himself, stabbing, shaking and more. But with the size of Nydia's intrusions and at the forefront of the most, the gold and diamonds do not accurately correlate that portion. "This job is still easy!" Mang Miroy whispered to himself in frustration. He did not feel so tempted. Whenever his fingers trembled but only then! He never worried about the work of beauty but at that moment! What will happen to him? His expertise seems to have been to "inherit" her father and to the extent that they have acquired expertise in manufacturing of gems. It is a favorite of the famous nickname in the high and low societies of Manila and in neighboring countries.
His voice came to his ears as he heard him. His father's voice! And he heard such remarks repeating again, after many years:
"Miroy, the manufacture of jewelry, as I have already said to you, when I was still teaching you that work, is an art. You don't need to have so much knowledge. all it needs is caring, caring and steady movement of the fingers. Likewise, you need to be calm and have a love for the delicacy of your work. You need to pour your soul into making a jewel as you do. You're not a sculptor, a painter or a musician, but you're an artist, like a poet, is a true creator. Above all, do not seek and do not be deceitful. Do not lose a gram of gold. Do not replace the brass that has been entrusted to you. Miroy, go ahead!"
Miroy seems to have changed. His body seemed to grow suddenly. She was tired and annoyed. Self-esteem is in vain. He looked again at the flames of fire. He continued doing what he did. ' As he applied the diamond to the brim of gold, it seemed as though he had suddenly been shining in the rock a vision which, though small, was evident in his sight. In front of the altar. . . at the church . . . he and Idad. That's how they get married. She was the fiancé of Idad the sincere gesture that his father had done, which he had previously helped. The stone's footsteps are low, but he thinks that when it's featured on white gold, he can not even trade any of the world's precious qualities in that respect. There is no value but in terms of art and meaning: the pledge of love and the symbol of the unity of two hearts "to be joyful and to divide into sufferings". He recalled the reason why the desire to make him, Nydia, strongly implies that the bride's wedding will soon be realized. Happiness! From being a virgin, to a married couple. It will be, then, a home. One will be a father and mother of the home. They will have offspring-lifeless. And the sense of that scene will be perfect.
He put the diamond on a sincere feature. The bright stone weighed on the arm. The texture of the universe - a real work of art! His special work was ended too. There is nothing left to wear but the purity. If the work duration is measured, it will take up to five days. He can not break the promise but add a day of testing - the finishing touches, rather than a painter illustration. As he cleansed the arm of the ring he would blow on a bright stone. As soon as she gets it, it gets better. Design request responded. When he made sure it was clean, weighed the weights and weighed the weight of the jewel. "Two thousand pesos can pay for it!" he pride himself. Idad suddenly in his mind that just a few minutes ago he was still invited. He wants to admire his "masterpiece". He tore it. "Try to wear this ring," he said to Idad. "I'm guessing you'll be my face again!" Idad handed her a hand. "Where are your ring?" Mang Miroy tried to persuade her husband to scratch his fingertips with his "love loan". "Here in my shirt's pocket," Idad said. "I hid, because I needed to clean the pantry." With Idad's fingertip, when sensing the sensing cloth, Mang Miroy seemed to have looked, as though he had seen Nydia's sting-flared fingers. "Idad," he said astonished. "You have never changed your environment despite your poor home work. "You're joking, Miroy," the goldsmith's wife responded. "It's just fine. With diamonds weighting the weight of the arm, the beauty of the jewel is what you see. My fingers are scorched by time. " "Idad, you are," Mang Miroy said cheerfully, "whatever you think or suppose, I'm telling you the truth because that's what I see."
Fourth afternoon, Saturday afternoon, Nydia arrived at Mang Miroy's place. Although the rush is different, the action and form are different than ever. The body and the eyes are weak from the eyes.
"Mang Miroy," Nydia said with a grimace, "no wedding going to happen!"
"Why? Mang Miroy unleashed the shocking news, "what happened? Tell me. I am also your family's honesty. "
"I have a husband who is crazy and I love life and love for life!"
Mang Miroy was hit by an adjacent table.
"I feel the situation," he said softly. "But here's the ring." And Nydia offered a small estimate.
Nydia opened the studio.
"That's nice, Mang Miroy!" The maid whimpered.
"Honey! This is a great deal of ring, but only the copper is the opposite. I'm scandalized by the scandal! "
"Calm down, honey," said Mang Miroy. "You can save it and become more valuable in your life. It will be a reminder to you. You are still a child, you have a long way to go. "
Nydia smiled again to hear Mang Miroy's advice. The money was abducted, inside the handbag, and handed over a hundred pesos to the goldsmith.
"Nydia, it's over my level. I said fifty pesos you owe me. "
"But my mistress promised you to pay for your tired pay when the weather is dead. He told you through me, is not it? "
"Indeed, Nydia," Mang Miroy testified, "whereas the maximum of fifty pesos is ... brass is also proportionate. I can not get that! "
"Mang Miroy, thank you!" Said the young woman who was pleased with what the goldsmith said. "Your compassion to me, in that way of your stand, will never forget me."
Mang Miroy smiled. A few moments later Nydia got up and said good-bye.
"I promise you that I will keep this jewel tight. I will love, more than my life! "
Serious wound of the heart of the girl in the high society of Manila. The lrotse quickly ran. Mang Miroy did not see the plates but the white spit of the girl.The end.