My Hero

One day, my mom and my sister came to visit me in Bandung. Lets skip the day activities.
Then, here came the night and we all went to PVJ. We were just thinking where we should have dinner when suddenly we saw these two men yelled to each other in front of Sushi Groove. It was weekend or holiday, I don't really remember, so it was pretty crowded there. Everyone definitely put their attention to them. I did.

And then suddenly, a woman stepped between these men, straightened her both arms, and yelled back to them, "STOP!". Wow, what a woman!
But wait! Oh my God!!
I looked at my sister, and she looked back at me, and we both looked at the yelling-woman there. That was OUR mom.

After my mom yelled several more, finally those two men decided to end their lousy fight and went away. My sister and I immediately reached mom and asked her, "what were you doing???", like twenty times.
I was shock, really. But I was also amaze and proud of her too.
I mean, for my entire life, I never do what my mom did that night. It was risky! What if those people were mad or brought gun? (well, I am exaggerating).
But that's what made mommy really looked like a hero there. Hehe.

It was not the first time she acted so heroic. But it was the first time I saw my mom "in action" by myself. I was told this kind of story before.

It happened before my mom wears veil. Back then, my mom was very concern about her hair. Everytime she would go to the hospital (she is a pediatrician), she would rolled her hair with.. hmm.. hair roll? (I don't know what it's name in English.)
One day she was on the way to the hospital. Her driver drove her. She was on the back seat, maybe read newspaper, and as usual, with her hair rolled up.
When the car was stop because of traffic light, right next to my mom's car, a taxi bumped a motorcycle or a car, I don't know for sure. The owner got verrryy mad to the taxi driver. The man was going to punch him.

And then, out of the blue, my mom opened her window, and grabbed the man's arm, then she shouted, "Run, Sir! Run!" to the taxi driver, and he ran away.
My mom saved a taxi driver with her hair still rolled up.

I couldn't really believe the story until I saw my mom did what she did at PVJ by myself.
Geez, weren't you afraid mom? I asked her.
Nope, she said. She wasn't thinking very much, she just did it. It was automatic, she said.
She just couldn't see people hurt each other.
Even tough, when she thought about it afterwards, she was a bit afraid also. But, she said, no one would hurt me... I am 'ibu-ibu'. No one would punch 'ibu-ibu'.
Wow, what a confidence.
So I guess I will wait until I become 'ibu-ibu' before I do what my mom did.

Because 'ibu-ibu' is the new Al Capone, people! Untouchable!