Girl With a Sweet Smile (at B&B Beach Resort Boracay)Wednesday, August 29, 2012Ryan Mach
"Oh, I'm just alone," I responded, mildly hurt with her question despite its innocence.
"But your room has two beds, sir," she argued, ogling at the piece of paper with my name on it, probably checking if she had the correct document.
"Where is my room located?" I said, diverting the topic with an air of apparent annoyance. The receptionist, a local girl in her early 20s, hardly missed the message her guest was trying to send across but she nonetheless maintained her composure.
She called her colleague and asked for assistance but nobody seemed to have heard her. The thickness of the bushes flourishing in great abundance inside the resort must have sucked out her call. Without any hint of irritation, she took on the job of accompanying her guest to the assigned room - a small villa made of sawali, nipa hut and wooden bamboo floor.
"Thank you," I said in the most earnest way I could muster. She then scurried off toward her post leaving me alone inside the TV-less room. I locked the door unnecessarily and slumped down on one of the bigger beds, forced myself into complete oblivion but the feeling of unfamiliarity amplified by solitude eventually kicked in, making me fidget and toss over. The room, I noticed, was indeed large enough for one person. An extra small bed parked in one corner was a glaring proof that it was never meant for solo occupancy.
"MISS, CAN I TAKE MY FREE BREAKFAST NOW?" I asked the same receptionist who this time greeted me with a sweet smile yet again. She thought for a second, pouted her lips and flashed another smile. "Actually, sir, you still can't but... sure, you can take your free breakfast now." She said it in a way that we should keep it private. Our little secret. I smiled and thanked her.
"What do you want for breakfast, sir?" She offered. She was holding a tray. Small patches of sunlight peeking through the leaves above ricocheted off her skin. We were standing beside a porch near the gate. The compound looked very residential. Thickets of tall flowering plants lined the concrete pathway which led to the inner part of the resort.
"Do you have danggit or daing?" I asked, hopeful. My stomach groaned in agreement.
"Sorry, sir, we don't. We have only tocino and longganisa."
"MISS, YOU HAVE FREE WI-FI?" I asked the receptionist who had a sweet smile.
"Yes, sir," she replied, the smile on her face unfading.
"May I have the password?" I asked, fiddling my old Nokia phone to connect to the Internet.
"It's doughty888," she stood beside me and watched me type the password. With such closeness I caught her sweet-smelling cologne. The connection didn't work. But I didn't tell her that. I thanked her and made my way to the green gate.
"YOU NEED TO PAY EXTRA FOR THE BREAKFAST, SIR," the receptionist told me the next day when I asked her about my free breakfast. She still smiled at me but the warmth had ceased to exist. What did I do wrong? "You have already availed the free one yesterday," she explained. I thought it was our little secret. You made it sound like I'd still have another free breakfast today.
"Oh I see," I managed to say despite the disappointment. "No other option apart from Tocino or Longganisa?" I asked, smiling.
She smirked and nodded. "But if I were you, sir, I would break my fast outside. Say, Andoks or Mang Inasal. We charge 150 for breakfast here," she suggested. Why are you pushing me away?
"Fair enough," I said. I went to the beach and scanned some cafes along the Beachfront.
She wasn't there. The receptionist who was always wearing a sweet smile wasn't there. I wasn't able to say goodbye to her. I wasn't able to ask for her name. I could have told her that I was alone all night, and that I downed three glasses of rum coke and went to my room at around three in the morning.
B&B Beach Resort
Manggayad, Boat Station 2, Boracay / Caticlan, Philippines 5600
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