Forte's Wife Monologue

The work is getting bigger and bigger now as I had taken the position as director in one of the most influential company in the world, Forte Corporation. At the beginning, I was just like many fresh graduated students, naïve and excited to encounter many challenges in the notorious world of workaholic.
I was fortunate to have a great result in my result and because of that reason, without any signals of fear and anxious, I applied in Forte’s as an assistant manager. Days and days, I kept on praying and meditating with my fullest heart for my success in applying the job. My mind was like in haze, I could not see anything clearly in front of me and my heart was palpitated strongly which like it would jump out from my body. The condition is getting

Come on, Safiya. Wake up and pray.’ I woke up from the bed and abruptly went to the bathroom to take ablution. This is one of the act that I cannot continuously do every prayer. The act of ablution is a must and needed as our act of purity and cleanliness in the prayer, yet, this action is not part of my habits as I tend to forget about it. Sometimes, I will not prepare myself to get absorb in this act it just not rooted down at my heart. Today is a new day for me as I was succeeded in getting the job at the Forte, I will change my habit. The call had my day from worse to better and it is like my heart is getting enlighten to do something better for myself. It is easy to deviate ourselves from a point, full with long, unorderly bushes that had not been taken care off, to a point where that bushes is now getting the possible treatment that other bushes can have. The same reaction happens to human, especially me, as I am now turning myself from ignorance to the person who is now a determined

I am now working at the Forte as an assistant manager to Miss Raihan. Standing at the height 5’4 inch, with her petite body and always accompanied by her 5 inch favourite Gucci’s shoes, she is one of the most strict person that I have ever met in my life. Once, I heard from my co-workers that her temper is like a flying rocket. She will project her voice out form her petite body and slammed all those nails of words to the victims until they shed tears or at the worst case, faint.
“Safiya, I need you to take this file and sent it to Mr. Haris at HR, okay?’, Miss Raihan said while looking at her laptop. ‘Safiya, are you listening to me? I said to bring this file’, her finger pointed at the file placed in front of her. ‘to Mr. Haris. Do you hear me? Do I look like an idiot to you? You are not deaf, aren’t you?’, The look she gave to me as if I was the next cupcake that she will eat for her next tea break. Her eyes was like stern and focus at my figure that I know what is destined for me, I was her meal for her tea-break!
‘I can hear you, Miss Raihan. I will send it to Mr. Hariz immediately at HR.’ exclaimed me as I was trying to hide my red face with files on my