THE MY GREAT PAINTER SYSTEM
A Drama

“I'm home, Dad,” Once at home Sean gives his father his greetings.

Unfortunately Mr. Andi is not alone, he is talking seriously with Mr. Ellinden which means is the father of Frans.

The man whose age had reached the fifty-year mark had an appearance that resembled Frans. Blonde hair and blue eyes, even the look of his sharp eyes was completely indistinguishable.

Sean's arrival distracts both Mr. Andi and Mr. Ellinden. The two of them looked at Sean whose appearance seemed a little chaotic. Sean's wet shirt and hair splashed with water like the fate of his paintings.

“Sean, where have you been? It just so happens that Mr. Ellinden wants to talk to you,” Greet his father first.

“Ah-yes .., i-I just ...” Sean stopped his stamped speech. 

The young man could have explained what he had been doing all day to his father, but his words hung down his throat as Mr. Ellinden's blue eyes stared at him.

Frans' father must not know about Sean returning to painting, let alone the condition of his hands that are fully recovered. Better everything he went through today is hidden and forever they assume that Sean is a disabled young man.

Sean preferred not to continue his words, he was thinking how to divert the conversation just now.

“Ah, dad says Mr. Ellinden wants to see me.” Sean turned to the European man standing next to his father. “Master, what do you want to talk to me about?”

It seems Rift Ellinden has no interest in the reason Sean disappeared all day. He turned to sit on the family room couch. Sean and his father followed him.

“Sit, Sean!” the door with a firm voice. Even the request was more akin to an order when he kept bending his stiff face.

Sean took his place, he sat at a spot not far from the Ellinden Rift, while his father stood behind Sean.

“You look better after the accident.” The initial comments from the European man had made Sean uncomfortable. It's impossible behind the accident that he didn't investigate who the real culprit was. 

Surely He knew that his son's greed and bad temper were fatal to Sean. However, Ellinden remained Ellinden. Behind Frans's name and the man's name is engraved the same Ellinden. As a father, he would definitely protect his son at any cost.

“True, it's all because of Sir. I heard from my father that you're the one who paid all my hospital fees. I haven't even had time to say thank you.”

Rift Ellinden nodded in dissatisfaction. “I've heard everything from your father. He said your hand can't be used to paint anymore.”

With a festering pain in his heart, Sean lowered his gaze. However, the man before him only looked at Sean's right hand wrapped in bandages.

“Will but I don't want to discuss your situation.” continued Ellinden who had suddenly made Sean look at her. “Yes, I promised your father I'd give you a job. Though I want you to be one of the artists in Ellinden Gallery, but seeing your current condition is not possible.”

That's not wrong, Sean was used as a dairy cow Ellinden family. Frans' father knew that Sean's painting talent was amazing. He gives a little help to his needs in the dormitory in hopes that Sean will graduate and become a painter who can make millions for the Ellinden Gallery.

“While you can no longer be an artist, I want you to be an assistant curator in my gallery. I'm sure you can learn quickly in that place,” Clear Rift Ellinden without changing her expression.

After failing to make Sean an artist, the man still looks for ways to milk his abilities. For Rift Ellinden, dairy cows are still dairy cows. Sean is a dairy cow and his father is none other than a sycophant dog for him.

Being an assistant curator is not a bad thing. Although Sean knows that he will not get the appropriate salary from his job, but he can study at that place. There was only something that the young man was worried about.

Rift Ellinden doesn't know Sean's true circumstances. He thought that he was disabled so he wanted to stop his art education and find a job that was appropriate for Sean's abilities.

“I thank you for that, Sir. But what about my education? It's already the second year and I hope to graduate even with the flaws I have.”

Rift Ellinden nodded doubtfully, “Do you have no trouble continuing your education?”

Sean immediately shook his head. “Yes, although I can not use the right hand, I can start to familiarize myself with the left hand. Wouldn't education be very useful as an assistant curator? In addition to the theory that will be obtained, I can also get experience and relationships that benefit Ellinden Gallery.”

Sean faintly smiled for his fake reasons. Of course he had first made sure that the Ellinden Rift did not know about it. However, Sean must convince the man to continue providing educational support to Sean.

Rift Ellinden seemed to think. Sean knew his argument just now would be hard to resist. He really knows a guy who can't resist anything about money. Really a duitan eye.

“Alright, I leave everything to you as long as ..., you don't disappoint.” It was the answer from Rift Ellinden before she left.

It can be predicted easily.

***

The next day, Sean prepares to leave for university. He accidentally comes in later because he doesn't want Felix to be aware of his presence in the dorm room.

Sean is fed up with having to room with Frans' friend, but he can't change the room's settings. That was because Frans' father was the manager of this dormitory while his older cousin was the one in charge. It really can't be expected. 

“Ah, wait a minute!” exclaim Sean who found a good idea to change the room settings.

Sean undoes his intention to go to the dorm first, by changing the way he walks, Sean pretends to be limped into the classroom.

Already at 9 o'clock, the state of the class was calm when a lecturer was bringing teaching eyes. However, Sean's arrival broke that calm. He arrived with a limp leg and a bandaged right hand.

“See who came?” One exclaimed with a pale face that was as if he had just seen a ghost.

“Why did he come to class? I thought he went to hell?” Someone else added a slur to Sean.

News of Sean falling from the roof seems to have spread. However, no one knows that Sean is doing well, except Frans and Felix who know exactly what Sean's hand is about.

“Silence and calm return!” The teacher regains control of the class.

Sean did not want to talk about anything at the moment, but his acting with limp legs continued to run. Sean's efforts can at least take Frans' attention. His blue eyes just kept following Sean's movements in silence.