MY FRIEND Martin Vitug is one of a kind. In one circle of friends, the Wednesday Club, he is towering high not biggest of his huge frame but because of his attitude towards life. Here’s a short narrative of his love and life. He is one of a kind. Very positive in all things. That defines his persona. First I have to declare that he is one of the nicest men I have encountered in my life. So nice, kind and generous. Doubly kind and generous to women. His mestizo look make him so attractive to women. Ladies of all ages. He has our special women in his romantic life. But that’s going ahead of my story.
I met Martin in the early nineties and was running a service station inside Clark Freeport. He spent part of his childhood in Angeles City because his father Reynaldo was working in a casino operated then by the late businessman Eddie Antonio, husband of Sylvia Nepomuceno. His family moved in Quezon City and there he spent his teen years and received education from the Angelicum. He got married young when he impregnated a beautiful maiden from Sorsogon. His mentor, older sister Precy, wife of movie actor and former Senator Jinggoy Estrada warned him of his carefree ways and moving so fast in his life.
Fast forward: From his first marriage with Nannete he had Kevin his first son. (BTW. Kevin now works as an immigration officer at the Bureau of Immigration). He had some dalliances with other women but he fell deep with Alma, who is dead ringer to Bea Alonzo. They started living together and Alma became a model housewife tending to four precocious children. Martin traveled back and forth from Angeles to Quezon City to be the father of two households.
Again he met a pretty balikbayan from Capas, Tarlac whose smooth complexion attracted Martin. They met few times and those limited moments produced a beautiful girl who was christened Martina Venice. Me and the whole membership of Wednesday Club were ninongs. When sister Precy learned that Alma was giving birth to a child, Martin’s other woman was having bump in the stomach again she gave a piece of her mind. And after the Capas girl, another pretty maiden whose roots are from the nearby Porac town caught Martin’s attention. It was one romantic interlude that defied everything. He impregnated in succession the maiden and in the intervening years came three good looking boys. This time sister Precy pleaded to his brother to step on the brake pedal.
Tragedy struck the family last week when Martin’s son MJ died in his sleep. He was twenty years old. According to Alma, it was customary for MJ to oversleep but this time it was for good. At age twenty Martin Junior went back to his creator. There were three days wake at the Holy Mary Memorial Park In Cutcut, Angeles City. Flowers from all over crowded the memorial park. Before the burial, MJ’s friends and siblings tearfully bade him farewell. And when it was Martin’s turn to speak after recalling those moments with his junior who was a carbon copy everyone in the room were all ears. Martin declared: “I have nine children from four different plantations but I love them all equally.” In short Martin is not your typical guy. He is one of a kind.