Absinthe novel Chapter 42

"Keep your voice down! You're going to wake him up." Jiwoo himself failed to keep it to a whisper, and I detected traces of anger and annoyance in his voice.

"That's the point, you idiot." It was Nico. "You need to wake him up. He hasn't eaten since lunch, and it's already 8 PM."

"I said keep it down!" Jiwoo hissed. "He needs rest. The least you can do is order food for him so he can eat once he wakes up."

"And you'd let him rest uncomfortably in my car? Give up the comforts of a hotel bed? Whatever, man," said Nico in defeat. "I'm going ahead."

I waited until Nico's footsteps were faint before I decided to make any movement. Opening my eyes proved rather difficult as they were covered in crusted tears around the edges. Jiwoo's shirt was damp against my cheek while my head rested on his thigh.

After hearing Nico mention food, I realized that I was indeed hungry, famished even. I also felt weakness creep up my arms, which were heavy and sore as I raised them to rub my eyes.

"Hey," Jiwoo said softly. "Are you awake now?"

I wanted to answer him, but my throat hurt, too. I gave him a gentle nod instead.

"You must be hungry," he said. "Can you walk? I'll take you to your room so you can relax a bit. I'll order food afterward."

Jiwoo helped me up and out of the car. It was already dark, so I must have slept for hours after the confrontation at the highway rest area. Unlike in Manila, the sky was splattered with stars, and before I realized it, I had stopped walking and had become hypnotized by the naked moon.

I shivered as a chilly breeze swept across the parking lot of the farm resort, the bamboo trees and their leaves singing a pleasant melody in response. And then warmth enveloped my body as Jiwoo wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't have a jacket," he said. "And you looked cold. Let's go inside before you get sick."

He squeezed me in a gentle manner, enough for me to notice he had done it. I nodded again and allowed him to lead me along a pathway decorated with small bamboo lamps sticking out of the soil.

My stomach growled when we were a few feet away from the grand entrance. Jiwoo laughed and assured me that he was going to get me something to eat. Once inside, Jiwoo sat me down on one of the armchairs in the lobby before he busied himself at the reception desk to get the both of us checked in. It didn't take him long because Nico had already done it for all of us.

Jiwoo was smiling as he walked back toward me, waving the key as he did so. We then exited the building together and followed the signs leading to the private villas.

The area was a sight to behold. It was full of leafy bamboo trees, ferns, all kinds of tall trees, and other luscious greenery. There were flowering lilies in the ponds dotting the walkways, and peacocks of different colors were serene in their sleep beside peculiar-looking stone structures.

At the center was a vast circle of gigantic trees towering high over the property. Behind one of the tallest ones was a suspended walkway made of ropes, with a sign saying This Way To The Spa hanging in bold letters.

The villas themselves were pure architectural genius. Their designs were minimalist and contemporary, yet the astounding amount of greenery surrounding them elevated them further for a sophisticated, classical look. Privacy was also guaranteed with high walls covered in fern and moss, despite floor-to-ceiling windows and glass panels adorning the villas.

"And here's us," Jiwoo announced as we came to a halt in front of a sign that read Mahogany Villa.

"Us?"

"Do you think I'm leaving you with Nico after what happened?" Jiwoo raised an eyebrow, and for a moment I thought he was getting angry, but his face eased up into a smile. "No, sir. You're stuck with me."

Jiwoo took my hand the way he did when we were in Recto and led me inside. The rest of the furnishings and the décor didn't register in my mind the moment I saw the couch. I just went ahead and buried my face in one of the plump pillows there.

"Hey," Jiwoo protested. "Let's get you to bed."

I shook my head and waved my hand, trying to signal him to leave me alone. He had been kind enough to accompany me despite what had happened earlier with JM, but for some reason, I didn't want to talk to him.

"Okay," he said. "But don't sleep yet. You need to eat. I'm going out for a bit to get you something."

I didn't respond and feigned sleeping, and then I felt a hand ruffling my hair. I heard Jiwoo gently closing the door, leaving me alone in silence.

And that was when I heard my stomach growl, an embarrassingly loud groan of protest for not having eaten anything since the previous evening. My throat felt unbelievably dry, too, and I became aware of a stomachache coming on. I guessed I really needed to eat after all. Or at least get something to drink. Without Jiwoo.

I forced myself to get up, grabbed one of the keys from the table near the door, and exited the villa. I kept walking for minutes, unsure of where I was heading or what I was looking for. All I knew was that I wanted to go the opposite direction of the lobby where Jiwoo probably was.

I passed by several amenities in the resort as I wandered around. There were signboards for promising ones we could explore tomorrow, but for now, I couldn't see them well because of the darkness of the evening and the shadows of the greenery nearby.

A bit more time passed, and I soon found myself surrounded by small patches of vegetable and fruit beds. There were strawberries and pineapples as well as silk squashes, eggplants, and bitter gourds. A dainty little hut sat at the far end of the area, and I was sure it was a small coffee shop for guests who took part in activities there at the resort's vegetable farm. The lights were on, and smoke was coming out of the back window.

I walked toward it and came face-to-face with a low fence. It barely reached my knees, and I didn't see it earlier. There was no signage anywhere, and the place was unusually quiet, save for some chirping insects from beyond the hut.

I stepped over the fence and continued to approach the door, which was ajar. I saw the faint outline of rattan furnishings.

"Hello?" I called out warily, but there was no answer. What the hell was I doing? It was a public amenity of the farm resort, so I should be permitted to go in without a problem.

I entered the hut and was pleasantly surprised. Weaved pieces of cloth with colorful patterns adorned the walls, and brittle-looking rattan chairs and a table were spaced evenly in the middle of the small space.

"Can I help you?"

I turn back to the door to find an elderly woman holding a live chicken by the neck in her right hand. Her wrinkled skin was almost golden because of the yellowish light in the room, and it was made more beautiful by the tattoos on her arms and neck.

"Good evening, nanay," I greeted. "I'm a guest of the resort. Do you sell any food here?"

"A guest?" she asked but did not wait for my answer. She walked past me and headed to the kitchen.

"Yes, nanay," I said, showing her my villa key. She glanced at it, nodded once, and continued walking toward the kitchen door that led outside. "I'm sorry, but it looks like this is private property. I thought I could find food here."

"You're not wrong," the old lady said. "This hut is a resting area for guests participating in the vegetable planting and harvesting sessions."

"Oh," I said, grateful that at least I did not accidentally trespass in someone's house.