Before going home, I asked the driver to stop at one of my mother's regular salons.
"Hey beautiful!" said Aunt Mira--my mother's friend who is the owner of this salon.
"Hello, Auntie," I greeted warmly.
Aunt Mira immediately approached me, then sipika-cipika for a while before inviting me to sit in the waiting room.
"Full, Auntie?" I asked when I saw so many Aunt Mira's customers filled the room.
"Yes, it's normal! Are you alone here? Want to color your hair?" said Aunt Mira in a friendly manner.
"No, Auntie, Mel is still in school, you can't color your hair!" I said quickly.
"Isn't that right? People in this modern era, can't you just color your hair?!"
"That's the rule Auntie."
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Cut Auntie's hair," I said shyly.
Aunt Mira immediately frowned while shaking her head slowly.
