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Bossy

Yesterday, I went to pick up Indi from her school. We will go to Narmada and according to mom, there will be no people in the house to accompany her. Where to eat and everything? When the truth are the will be mamiq there and mom can't bear the guilty feeling if she dramatically cry because she can't go with us. Narmada is everybody's favourite anyway.

So I went. Feel nervous to face her teacher and some curious glances from her friends. But after said salam, everything when easy. Too easy in fact her teacher opened the door before I can politely knock. No need to fabricate the reason too. I've got the permit with flying colors.

"I brought my bike", she said without preamble. We even barely left her class.

"Of course you are", I replied along with a chuckled. Well I can't have her and her bike sit in harmony on the back of motorcycle right?

Then she rushed to her bike. The next thing I know she paddled it with great amount of excitement. I just smiled and ride along her. Pull my gas slowly matched her pace.

"Which rute to take?" She asked.

"Well, please lead the way. Surprise me."

She prefer the shortcut. The rocky one will small alley that will bring us to another small road before we find the main road. With main I mean, the big one with vehicles. I secretly wish everyday she will choose this rute. It more safer and less crowded than the other one.

We rode in peace. But when we found the main road, I feel nearly have a heart attack. How can't I be? The little girl turn left without looking right to left to see if there are another vehicles! Don't bothered to ring some bell too! And yes, seconds after she turn left a small truck went to her direction. So I can't help but shouted.

"Be careful! Look around before you cross!"

Being the feisty one, she matched my tone and shouted back, "Yeah!"

Fortunately, the little truck speed in a rational way. Thank God no harm done. But I knew she will brushed away my advice as soon as out shouting march end. I must repeat it calmly. And not only once. Not waiting after both of us inside the house, I tell her.

"Next time, if you want to cross way, or enter the main road from the small road, remember to look around. Look right to the left. Maybe there will be another vehicles. If not, go on process. But if yes there are some, wait until they go first."

I almost laugh when I saw her fought the urge to roll her eyes. But she knew better. Because she is wrong. And for Indi admitted she is wrong like a saint admitted sin. But I knew I got the upper hand when she just look the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world and played with the hem of her shirt under my stern gaze. Finally, I heard she's muttered "Yeah, okay".

God, how I love to play the big sissy!

"Come on change your uniform quickly. We need to go there soon so we can go home sooner." This command came from mom. Bossy as always. And the commotion begins. I sat there and scrolled my tablet. These two have more shouting march in one day than me in weeks. Shouting and searching. Shouting and finding. Shouting and packing.

Fifteen minutes later, we are ready. But of course there's must be something forgotten. Or purposely forgotten.

"Mom, wear your helmet. If not, I won't have you sit behind me."

See, not only mom can get bossy. And I admitted I quite like the feeling. My mom grudgingly stood to find the helmet. I hear she murmured something close to 'I hate wear helmet. It's so heavy' but I decided to ignore it. But like mother like daughter. Because when I started the ignition, I heard she shouted.

"Indi, wear your helmet too!"

Eventually, it runs in the DNA. Haha.. poor you baby sister. Sometimes, I feel violated with all the shouting. But it just the way we communicate. Because so often the things will unheard in a normal tone. But I knew my mom have a good heart. She just can't express it in a slow pace. So Insya Allah, point taken.

It's was a small thing. Look around and wear helmet. But the impact is great. Because, use protection and be careful in the streets not only bring savety to us. But to others. Because we owe them. Because all of us have a right to be save.

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