She’s Gonna Be OK

"It has been a while", she said.

"Yeah.. it has...", I replied, looking into her eyes and smiling at her.

When I first met her, she was a broken woman who never stray too far from the sidewalk. Her marriage was at the edge of devastation and she just let circumstances lead her way. She has no money. She has no family support. She has only a few friends, but all her friends can just look and feel sad for her.

A year and a half later, there she was, drinking teh tarik in front of me.

"Tell me what you are doing nowadays. You are into forex, are you?", I said. Yeah, I'm interested to know about her. She did sms me once a while, exchanging news about her whereabout and whatever big decision she made.

"You know I've been changing jobs few times. I guess, I just can't work with people. After a while, something will go wrong when I work with people.. I hate office politics!". Haha.. Who doesn't? But for some office environment, office politics is inevitable..

"Then I met this guy and he taught me forex... I started doing this part-time when I worked at that cosmetic company, then by the time I changed job to the company at Sunway, I'm all out already. When I decide to quit that company, I'm fulltime doing forex."

"Wow... So you trade directly with the money exchange?", I asked.

"Yes, I trade from home thru a web portal which links me directly to Germany's forex exchange", she explained.

After that, the conversation turned to be all technical. All trade jargons -- bull, bear, stochastics, candlesticks, stoploss, upswing, short-sell...  all came out...

Then came the long silence...

"You know, recently, I bought a gigantic refrigerator for my apartment. That's my first big purchase from what I'm doing now.", she said proudly.

Yes, she has all the rights to be proud of herself. She's the sad woman who had rised from the ashes, lick her wound and stand up brave. Now she earned on her own, doing things most people afraid of doing and she works from home -- something most of us wish to do, to be her own boss -- again something most of us just dream of... All of these while her abusive ex-hubby still driving his friend's taxi to make his ends meet.

.. and just merely 18 months ago, she was that hopeless and scared woman who cried while looking at her glass of teh tarik in front of me because she don't know what will happen with her life.

We continued talking, catching up with the old times and her recent news, especially about her boyfriend, the guy who taught her forex. Then, it's time for us to go apart..

"You wanna come over my apartment to see my refrigerator?", she said with a laugh.

I chuckled. "Haha.. I'll take a rain-check".


~ Ri Stranger