Bab 93: Haircut

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.