RE: Can You Become My
Mentor?
Hello
Rafiah,
I’ve
read your mail, and it has left me wondering. Are those the reasons you want me
to become your mentor? I hope you know how busy my schedule is.
I
want a tangible reason. I need to know why I should sacrifice time out of my
busy schedule to mentor you.
And
please, don’t bring up knowing my brother again. It wouldn’t work.
Regards,
Farouk
Zubair.
RE: Can You Become My
Mentor?
Hello
Mr. Zubair,
Trust
this meets you well.
I
kindly apologize if I didn’t give valid reasons for requesting that you become
my mentor. I, however, believe that these reasons are tangible.
As
someone who spent four years acquiring my first degree in Accounting and
working as an accountant for over three years, I think it is understandable to
become scared of choosing a new career path.
It
is a great challenge, but I am willing to do what it takes. I know I might
regret this decision in the nearest future. But it would be worth the risk, wouldn’t
it?
I
kindly anticipate a response from you.
Best
regards,
Rafiah
Hassan.
RE: Can You Become My
Mentor?
You’re
saying stories, Rafiah. Yes, you’re a writer…but can you get to the point?
Regards,
Farouk
Zubair.
RE: Can You Become My
Mentor?
What
other points are you expecting?! I’ve explained all I need to do.
RE: Can You Become My
Mentor?
I’m
surprised I have the time to respond to your emails today. When you’re ready to
communicate effectively, reply to this mail.
Have
a nice day!
Regards,
Farouk
Zubair.
RE: Can You Become My
Mentor?
You
know what? I’m not interested in you being my mentor. You’re just a proud and self-centred
man. You’ll lose friends if you continue this way.
Your
brother is so unlike you. Have a nice day!
Regards,
Rafiah
Hassan.
I gave a deep burst of
air as I closed my Gmail and stared at the blank screen, anger seeping inside
of me. I wished that I hadn’t sent the
first mail…I wished that I hadn’t listened to Munir.
I knew he had warned me
about his celebrity brother, but I’d expected more. I didn’t realize Farouk
Zubair would be so proud and inconsiderate. Tears stung my eyes as I opened the
excel sheet I was working on. The screen appeared foggy, and I couldn’t
concentrate on what I had been doing before I started sending the emails. I
couldn’t take it anymore. I needed a quiet area to pour my feelings away.
As I stood up from the
seat and started to walk towards the restroom, I noticed Munir walking towards
me with an empty mug. He looked handsome as always, dressed in a crisp white shirt
and gray trousers. However, this time, my heart didn’t beat faster. It was
filled with anger and resentment.
“Whoa! Everything
okay?” he asked with curious eyes.
“Yes,” I replied
brusquely without meeting his eyes.
I hurried out of his
sight and entered the restroom, watching my swollen eyes in the mirror and
rinsing my face with water.
Recalling my
conversation with Dad a few days ago, I wondered if I had made the wrong choice
by heeding Munir’s advice. Maybe Dad was right. I might actually have made the
right decision by choosing accountancy as a career. Perhaps writing was not for
me.
I was cleaning my damp
face with a tissue when Najeebah entered the restroom. She gasped in surprise
upon catching sight of me. She immediately gained composure and smiled at me.
“Hi!” she greeted
“Hello,” I smiled in
return.
“Err…I didn’t know you
were in here,” she said nervously as she played with the hem of your emerald
blouse.
As I glanced up at her,
I caught sight of the sparkling ring on her third finger. “It’s a public
toilet, Najeebah. I do not own here,” I said with a chuckle.
Najeebah was a petite
and dark-skinned girl. She worked in the same department as Tolu. So, I wasn’t
surprised that they both met and fell in love.
“Yes, that’s true. I’m
just nervous,” Najeebah smiled anxiously as she walked towards me. “I don’t
know…how to say this. You know, I always feel terrible and guilty whenever I
remember what happened between you and Tolu. I had no intention of…”
I held her hands. “It’s
fine. It’s very much okay. Tolu and I had broken up long before you started a
relationship.”
“I still feel guilty.
I’m sorry, Rafiah. I’ve never had the chance to say so. I guess apologizing
will let this feeling of guilt off my chest.”
“If that’s what you
want, then I accept your apology,” I smiled at her.
“Thank you so much,
Rafiah. This means a lot to me,” she stated as she started to walk towards the
bathroom. She stopped in her tracks, and her lips curled up in an amusing smile.
“By the way, news has been spreading around the office…about you and Munir.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I
said shyly.
“Okay,” she gave a
knowing smile before entering the bathroom.
I recalled the awkward emails
I’d exchanged with Farouk and wondered if things could ever remain the same
between Munir and me. He meant good by introducing me to his brother…but Farouk
Zubair ridiculed me.
***
Is
everything okay?
-
Munir
A message popped up. I picked
up my phone and started to type a response.
Everything
is fine.
-
Rafiah.
How
is work going? Would you love to accompany me to the new restaurant?
-
Munir.
No,
thanks. I brought lunch from home.
-
Rafiah.
Sure
everything is okay?
-
Munir.
Yes.
-
Rafiah
Anything
you want to tell me? I promise to take it as it is.
-
Munir.
I’m
fine!
-
Rafiah
I clicked the send
button and dropped my phone with a loud thud. As I whipped my head up to
continue with my work, I caught sight of a person standing in front of me. I
shrieked in surprise when I saw Munir.
“What…”
“Can you spare me a
minute? We need to talk.”
“Okay,” I shrugged as I
tailed him to the reception, ignoring the stares from colleagues.
Munir gestured that I
sit down, and I followed suit. “What is wrong? Does it have to do with your
family?”
“No.”
“Then, what is it? Have
I done something wrong? Tell me, and I’d apologize.”
Guilt crept up my face
as I watched his sad eyes. Munir wasn’t at fault, and he didn’t deserve to be
treated that way. His brother was.
“It’s about your
brother?”
Munir wore a deep frown
as he widened his eyes in surprise. “What about him?”
“I sent him a mail,
and…he responded in rudely. I still haven’t gotten over what he wrote to me,” I
said as I opened the mails and gave him my phone.
Munir’s brows furrowed
with a frown as he skimmed through the messages. “This is…this is absurd. It’s
unlike Farouk.”
“It’s fine. No rule
makes it compulsory to become one’s mentor,” I gave a half-laugh.
“I’m sorry, Rafiah. I
promise to talk to him when I get home. He must apologize for addressing you
this way,” Munir was saying when my phone started to ring.
I checked the Caller ID
and was surprised to see my Dad calling me. “Excuse me,” I muttered as I picked
the call. “Asalamu ‘alaykum, Dad.”
“Wa’alaykumu salam. We’re calling off the wedding. We just spoke to Khalid’s parents. We’ve given them an ultimatum. If they do not provide explanations before the end of today, then we’re calling off the wedding!”
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