You Owe Me A Wedding, Sir
Synopsis
Tick…Tock. 10…11…Noon already How much longer? When’s gonna be my turn? Just how hard is this marriage interview? I opened my file, looked it through again, observing the other nearly seventy women sitting in the hall waiting for their turns. Seeing their fancy dresses and delicate makeups, I bit my lips wondering if my lipstick had fallen off, hoping I would not fail so ugly like the first twenty women who walked out of the CEO’s office. I straightened my back, switched my left leg over my right one, watching the door of the CEO’s office open and close over and over again. I miss her, the only person who had power over me, my anxiety, my tensed heart, my every emotion I could ever have. My little sister, at home, alone, she must miss me badly. Considering her current condition, I really needed to run back to her.