Ano Ang Strength Mo Sa Trabaho นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Your methods of training are so unconventional but I know you don't hate me. " I want you to know that I didn't mean to hate you." "I know but those methods are archaic. Nobody chops wood these days? I do not understand how those logs of wood were even carried." He chuckled, staring at me with bright eyes. I only glanced at him for a minute, hiding the blush on my cheeks. "Manual labour is quite a thing around here. Strength is one thing you must have. Some have strength twice as much, not everyone has the same level of strength. Great strength comes from rage and if it is controlled,your strength can be put to good use."

“I love my neck.” Naiiling na ngumiti ito’t inabala na ang sarili sa trabaho. I also focus on my task. Hindi lingid sa akin ang pagtalim ng mata ni Prince Liam nang magtama ang mga mata namin. He even shake his head, annoyed at my stubborness.

One’s capabilities were something that truly belonged to themselves. Thus, the most important thing to do now was to work hard and improve his own strength.

"Kaya sige na, baka mahuli ka pa sa trabaho mo." Ngumiti akong tumango kay Manang Cecil, pero nauwi sa ngiwi. Hindi naman big deal sa akin kung mahuli ako sa trabaho, dahil ako naman ang boss. Hindi naman ako ang nagluluto, makakakain naman siguro ang mga tao kung wala ako doon, ‘di ba? Napairap na lang ako sa kawalan. Hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala, kung ano-ano pa ang sinasabi ko kanina. Ako lang din pala ang sasakay sa BMW na 'to.

He said briefly. With each passing moment, the tension within me grew by a thousandfold. “You can let me know when you make up your mind. But remember, this is your calling.” This is hard. I have a life here. I have him, Oriel, Liza, Fiona and these are my world, my people, the ones that make me want to do better. I've always thought my exceptional strength was because of too much training, and when it got heightened recently, I didn't let it bother me.

"What if they find something… what if I'm not as strong as I think I am?" He turned me to face him, his hands warm on my shoulders. "Listen to me. Strength isn't the absence of fear or anxiety. It's what you do in spite of it. You're the strongest person I know. A piece of paper from some doctor won't change that. And it won't change what Leo knows. He knows his mother fought for him. That's the only evaluation that matters." Tears pricked my eyes, not of fear this time, but of a profound, weary gratitude. In the ruins of everything, this man saw me. Not the nanny, not the victim, not the public figure. Me.

"I don’t know how to be okay right now.'' He stood and walked to the credenza, poured some water into a glass, and brought it to me. "Then don’t be. Not all the time. But do your best anyway. That’s how you get through.'' I took the water and sipped it, the coldness grounding me. "It’s more than work. I think I’m still figuring out how to carry everything without letting it crush me.'' He didn’t say anything right away. Just watched me, thoughtful. "You know,'' he said finally, "when I started this company, I thought strength meant never showing weakness. Never asking for help.''

Ngumiti ako nang mapait, "I'd love to, but I'm too weak. Hindi ko ho ma-kontrol ang sarili kong kapangyarihan." Ngumiti siya pabalik, but her smile is sincere. "Malakas ka, iha. At ramdam ko 'yon, sa mga daraang mga araw, patuloy na lalakas ang kapangyarihan mo. Huwag kang panghinaan ng loob."

“Wala na kayong pakialam kung mayroon man, basta uuwi ako. Tapos!” “Then, you are not leaving because we have a workload. Tapos!” tugon rin nito. Kumunot ang noo niya at sinamaan ito ng tingin. “Ako ang masusunod sa gusto kong mangyari. As I told you, sisantehin mo ako kung mapilit ako sa gusto ko!” Binawi niya dito ang kamay. “Wala na akong pakialam kung mawawalan man ako ng trabaho. Kaysa naman ang makaharap ka na walang ibang ginawa kundi bulyawan ako at pagalitan mo dahil lang sa konting kamalian ko sa trabahong ito!”

“I told you she is powerless as long as you don't show weakness.” I must confess to you guys. There was a time during the encounter that I doubted myself. I wanted to prove I couldn't be easily bullied. But there was something holding me back. I knew that somewhere not so hidden among the pages of the big book I had been gifted was a rule against fighting in the workplace. “I know,” she said, sighing. “I'm just worried. You stood your ground against just one of her attacks. What happens when she hits you with something you can't just talk your way out of?”