Agent Mochi

25

“Mocha! We have arrived!” yelling Noah while patting Mocha's cheek softly, Mocha felt her sleep was disturbed. He slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to see Noah's face in front of his face. Mocha rewinds her head and ends her head against the car glass, Mocha grimaces the pain behind her head, she is also very embarrassed when she hears Noah holding back his laughter.

“Lo is okay, right? It doesn't hurt, does it?” noah's question made Mocha scream inwardly, already knowing she was clucking hard enough still asking her no reason. What a very funny question and made Mocha want to boil Noah with his mother's favorite potatoes.

“No pain, just dizzy,” honestly Mocha made Noah's gaze turn worried, Noah reached out his hand and gently rubbed the back of Mocha's head. Mocha was quite surprised by what Noah did until Noah's car windshield was knocked by someone. Mocha rounded her eyes when she saw her mother knocking on Noah's windshield.

“Mama,” said Mocha as she got off Noah's car, Noah also came down and stepped towards mama Mocha who put both hands on her waist. His mother had already seen so fierce and soon there would be a tiger that rampaged until the neighbors came out to hear it.

“Sore aunt,” casual greeting Noah greet mama Mocha and what happens next? It's a miracle Mocha's never seen before. Really, it wasn't that he was too lazy or anything like that, but this was completely real before his own eyes.

“Sore too,” reply mama Mocha with her sweet smile, it is a very rare thing to happen. The mother will never smile at a stranger, even her face will look ugly and fierce. But, with Noah his mother was able to instantly smile widely like that. Mocha had already sensed something was amiss and it wouldn't be long for him to know.

“You're Mocha's girlfriend huh?” that very terrible question in Mocha's ear made him instantly cough.

“Why you? Is it time, huh? Poor young is sick,” said his mother made Mocha immediately stroked his chest patiently, his mother and her talk can always make Mocha a lot - a lot of patience. Is there a mother like her mother? It is there, but it would be for any Mocha to love and respect him with all and all his heart. There must be a lot of istighfar indeed if the mother is already in savage mode.

“Not aunty,” replied Noah making his mama pout, what is that mama? Astaghfirullah, is this really his mother or not? Mocha didn't recognize him at all.

“Yes, I thought you were Mocha's girlfriend. Oh—ya do not call aunty, call Mama just let the same as Mocha,” said his mother made Mocha exhale, Mocha exhale, this mother did not know that this one-sided princess was sick and had fainted earlier. Though his face was still pale and his body was limp, but his mother did not notice it and instead pulled Noah into the house. Leaving him alone in front of the gate of his house, worse yet the door was closed again. Well, it turns out he's completely forgotten.

“Ma, Mocha is sick,” Mocha confided to her mother who was busy chatting with Noah on the sofa. Even his father also joined the limp and was not aware of his presence.

“The most cough if not the flu,” cuek mama makes Mocha flatten her face, Mocha glanced at Noah who also looked at her.

“Mocha fainted earlier, Ma,” said Noah made mama Mocha immediately stand up and ignore Mocha who was already pouting. Mocha is very upset, if he says his mother does not believe it, but if other people immediately believe. Who is that kid, actually? The neighbor's son next door may be.

“Mama has been eliminated! Don't stay up late, don't play on your phone! It hurts! This one wayward girl asked for forgiveness, haduh,” instead of being hugged or in elus-elus was even angered in front of Noah again. Mocha was no longer a child, she could already feel shame.

“Ma, Mocha will be sick again,” said Mocha who again felt dizzy, he was not strong to stand and chose to sit on the sofa next to Noah. He's back dizzy.

“Pa! Her son was carried to the room,” said softly mama Mocha to her husband who had just returned to deliver Noah who said goodbye home. Noah said goodbye, because there was a call from his parents. He had already come home when Mocha had just fallen asleep, Noah felt happy to be at Mocha's house so comfortable and he wanted to visit here again.

“When or later I will return to visit here,” murmured Noah with his big smile while staring at Mocha's house before he drove his car away from Mocha's house.

***

“Where are you?” mama Mocha asked when she saw her daughter wearing a jacket and playing with the keys in her hand. Mocha stopped her steps and found her mother folding her hands in front of her chest while looking at her ferociously. Mocha approached her mother with a sweet smile that she had.

“Mocha want to buy cimol, all siomay siemail,” Mocha replied while hugging her mother from the side. His face was made as blanket as possible so that his mother's heart melted and allowed him to buy his favorite snacks.

“You just recovered already want to eat carelessly, do not forget the mama in the wrap as well,” said his mother made Mocha laugh and hugged her mother tightly, she said, he loved his mother very much and he would always be spoiled, if it had been together with his mother like this.

“I also dong,” sahut Agra, Mocha's sister who suddenly came and embraced her mother as well.

“Papa not in lupain!” exclaim papa Mocha who just finished seeing his adopted children, none other than catfish. Seen from the flashlight in his grasp.

“Ready, where's the money?” tanya Mocha made all speechless and busied themselves. Mocha approached her papa and thrust out her hand.

“What?” ask her father who pretends not to understand.

“Jajan,” replied Mocha made her papa smile and opened her wallet, she gave Mocha blue money. His favorite color of money, Mocha smiled happily.

“Papa titip catfish food also yes, the rest take you,” said the papa made Mocha pout, the rest of which the money received this may be there will be a change of two thousand rupiah. But, Mocha kept smiling, good enough to buy ice.

“Oke,” Mocha instantly rushed before it got night, he rode the motor slowly, because he had just recovered and the night breeze was not good for his health.

“Eh—stop!” screeched Mocha to himself, he saw someone he knew. Mocha changed direction to follow that person. With a considerable distance far enough, he would not be realized by that person if he was following him.