My Mom Teach Me, How to Handle Stubborn People

I know, I've made the driver of a taxi motorbike drive a little crazy. This may sound funny, but in reality, it is not. I feel a little sorry for the driver who was hit by my panicked screams while he driving. Please..., I do not justify what I did, nor can I defend myself for what I did. The point is, I had made the driver drive as fast as possible and jeopardized our safety. If you ask, do I regret it? The answer is no. I'm in a race against time, to save my Boss. My concern is, I don't know what his situation is.

I have to admit, I'm grateful to have a young age driver, who can take me to Steven's SOHO in just 7 minutes. Even though, I still wanted a shorter time, the reason? Because if Steven has a heart attack, then every minute is very useful to save his life, Yes, please underline my word. If he has a heart attack. It crossed my mind to call an ambulance or ask for faster help, but as long as I don't know what happened to him, I don't dare to take any action. Please don't blame me, it's not my fault if I assume Steven is a manipulative person. Look what he did to me several days ago! I didn't want to act rashly because I was afraid of being pranked by him. That would be very embarrassing, wouldn't I? If I have to apologize to the ambulance staff if it turns out that Steven is fine and only intends to prank me.

I ring the bell, but no answer, so I go to his door dan knocked it as hard as I can and waited. I hope Steven is still able to open the door. I hope, he's ok, and just pranks me. But, it doesn't go well. After I knocked many times, the door wasn't open either, so without further ado, I started looking for another way to get inside. It would be easy if I had experience being a thief with a crowbar and other destructive tools, but unfortunately, I don't have the experience for doing that.

My heart was so relieved when I saw the 2nd-floor window was open. Yup, the window opens and that's mean a great idea. The problem is, it's on the second floor which means I have to go up to the balcony. I wish I had wings, like Angel, one of the x-men team. Or maybe Superman. Anyone, who can fly. But the truth is I don't have wings, and I have to figure out how to get up to the 2nd-floor balcony.

I don't know what to do, my head went blank for a while. However, my heart became quite relieved when I saw the ladder leaning against the wall of the neighbor's house. I immediately buzzed the neighbor's house, asking for permission to borrow the ladder, and luckily, after hearing my story, they were happy to lend me their ladder. The point is I immediately climbed the stairs, into the window like a thief in the daytime.

Wait, am I allowed to do something this impudent? So sassy... My memory reminds me of what Steven said when I first came to this place. Avoid stairs, never go to the 2nd-floor. But, under this situation and conditions, I hope he doesn't remember that rule too much. I'm not Belle who was so curious to enter the West Wing because it was forbidden by the Beast. It's not like in a movie that I watched as a child. I'm not that curious about people's problems, but I hope Steven understands, I don't want to be expelled and become food for wolves if that Beast doesn't come to help me.

"Sir?" I called. "Mr. Steven, Sir?" I call his name when I enter his balcony. I don't know where I am. However, this seems to be his bedroom. I quickly looked for Steven, hoping I could still find him breathing, I didn't expect to see a corpse this afternoon. "Sir," I called again and I started looking for him even though my eyes were on a large photo in his bedroom. Photo of 3 people, a middle-aged man, a teenage boy who I believe is a young Steven and a woman who is slightly older than Steven. I've never heard of any stories that Steven has a sister, and I hope that woman isn't his stepmother either. Maybe she was his ex-girlfriend. I don't know, but if my guess is right, the taste isn't bad. Because she was very, very beautiful.

"Sir!" I called once again, I shake my head, don't have time to look at all his stuff, I had to find him as soon as possible. And finally, I found him slumped on the bathroom floor, unconsciously. "Mr. Steven," I said immediately checking his condition. One thing I'm grateful for, he's still breathing, which I'm not grateful for, his body temperature feels hot. He seems to have a hard fever. Maybe that's why I found him in the bathroom because he was trying to take a bath or just take a compress to lower his temperature.

"Sir! Mr. Steven?" I asked, smacking his face as red as a boiled crab. Hope he can wake up so I don't have to carry his big body to a better place. "Sir!" called me once again by shaking his body. Please don't blame my ignorance, I'm not a doctor, and never know what to do in a situation like this. I just have a sense of calm, and I'm so grateful to have it. I don't want to panic, and I won't panic. My Dad said panic would not solve the problem, and that's what I always keep in mind, no matter how bad the situation.

Alright, I've run out of patience, after all my efforts, and Steven is still unconscious, now I know what I have to do. I'll call an ambulance right away. I took my cell phone in my bag and immediately dialed emergency number 118 for an ambulance. At least, that's what Google said after I googled it for a while.

"Hello, afternoon, I need an ambulance," I said frantically.

"Okay, Mam. Please calm down, can you tell me where you are?" said the operator who answered my call. It seemed the operator could already smell a hint of panic in my tone. Or he said that to everyone who called the emergency number. Who knows. "This way...."

Before I could say the address of Steven's house, his hand grabs my hand. Oh, my God, the guy finally came to his senses, and that relieved me a bit. His eyes opened, staring at me helplessly. "No need, don't for an ambulance," Steven said in such a pitiful voice. Yes, pitiful, my boss never spoke in such a helpless voice.

"But, sir!" I protest. How could I not call him an ambulance if his voice squeaked like a little mouse which had fainted because almost eaten by a cat?

"I'm fine, no need for an ambulance."

"Sir, you need help as soon as possible! We're going to the hospital ASAP, sir. I don't want you..."

"I told you, I don't need an ambulance!" Steven said louder. I don't think that's a pleasant tone to my ears. His voice wasn't too loud, but I knew he meant to yell at me. And if only he wasn't sick, it seems like his words could throw me out of his house.

I immediately turned off my phone even though it felt deeply hurtful in my heart. How could he scold me for my good intentions? Damn, if I know this will happen, I don't have to bother coming here, telling the driver to ride his motorbike as fast as possible, borrowing the neighbor's stairs, going up to the second floor, only to heart his hurtful stubborn screams.

"Listen! I know, you are my boss, but I didn't come here just because of that. Saving your life, it's not my job desk, but I came here because I was worried about you. So, in a situation like this, don't ever scold me like it again!" I say annoyed.

I don't know why now my eyes are watering. Either because of the dust, or because of the relief to find Steven awake, or maybe because he was annoyed at being yelled at like that. But, I think all the reasons are true and mixed in my heart. Angry, relieved, everything.

"Get Out!" says Steven stubbornly.

I quickly grabbed my things and left the room, wiping the tears that had started to roll down my cheeks. Hiding my shedding tears for an ungrateful man like Steven. Hiding shame, for worrying someone like him.

I'm going, yes, I'm going! I guess, leaving him alone, suffering from his ego doesn't sound so bad. I do not care anymore. Want to get sick, want to die, I don't even care. It's not my job! It's not my business! My feet stepped steadily down the stairs, walking towards the exit door in front of me. Put my hand on the door handle. One pressure will get me out of here immediately. Yes, Sandra, just one push. Come on, Sandra press it! Just one pressure! But I couldn't do it. I wished I could, but, as it turned out, my heart couldn't.

I took a deep breath. Trying to control my emotions. Nothing good is born of emotion. Yes, Sandra, nothing good comes from anger. I know I'm not a patient person, but I also know, I am still a human who has empathy. Want it or not, like it or not, and maybe I'll accept his anger again, but I can't leave Steven alone with that condition. So I quickly turned around and went back to meet Steven again in his room.

Do you guys wonder what Steven's face looks like after seeing me back? Me too, I'm curious to see his expression. But I didn't expect his expression to be like that. It was like seeing a ghost, either because he was afraid I'd take revenge and try to kill him, or because he didn't believe that I came back after he kicked me out. I approached him, carried him, and put him on his bed.

"Have you eaten?" I asked to start a conversation.

Steven shook his head weakly, his face pale and he didn't seem to have the energy even to answer my question.

"Okay, I'll order some food," I offer him my kindness, I hope he doesn't refuse again. And, my hopes go instantly, Steven shook his head, showing his disinterest in the food, even before I order it.

I know this kind of situation, I've seen all of this shit at my house in Bandung. My Dad and Mum are not the most romantic couple of the century. They are not like my friends' parents who like to go on romantic trips together. Hugging in front of the beautiful scene together. Not the type who always compliment each other like Romeo and Juliet. "O..Romeo...my love," romantic words that made me shiver with disgust. My parent's relationship is more like Tom and Jerry who fight almost every day. And I know, if my dad shakes his head, and Mum still insists on her will, it's a sign that a fight is about to start. So, if I force Steven with my idea of food, then it's certain that he'll come back more angry than he did in the bathroom. But, I learned something from Mum, she would not give up even if she was scolded. She knew what was good, and what she had to do. So...

"You have to eat! Do you know you're sick? Your body temperature is hot, and you just passed out. How can you want to get better if you don't want to eat? How can you take medicine if you haven't filled your stomach with some food? Do you intend to kill yourself or what? Or maybe you intend to trouble me! Do you hate me that much? You don't want to go to the hospital. You don't want to eat. Don't tell me you don't want to get well either! I won't interfere in your business if you didn't call me. At least you know that you need my help, so please don't act too much! Just follow my order if you want to get well!"

Take that Steven! The chatty-style conversation that I learned from my mom every time she want to win the debate with My Dad. Remember! Sandra is the daughter of a stubborn man, but Sandra is also the daughter of a fussy Mum who can knock out her opponent with just words of nagging. So once again, TAKE THAT!!