MY HOTTEST PARTNER
CALL ME MOMO

On top of a simple bed, Momo began to open her eyes slowly. Momo began to look around her, a room that was not so spacious but quite clean. On the table not far from her bed was, there was a light meal and also a glass of tea. It seems like it was prepared for Momo.

Ms. Slamet came into the room, after knocking on the door. Momo began to sit on the bed. A smile was engraved from the corner of the Slamet Lady.

" Are you awake, son? Are you better?" ask Miss Slamet. Momo frowned.

" I'm fine, mom! Where am I now, Mom? Why would I be here? What is this place exactly?" ask Momo. Ms. Slamet patiently responded.

" Now you're at mom's house. Last night my husband found you in a drunken state and also being harassed by some delinquent youth. So my husband moved his heart to help you. You can stay here if you want, son. Anyone can stay here. I have a lot of foster children, orphans. If you want to stay here, you can help mom babysit the orphans here." explains Ms. Slamet. Momo scrunched her forehead.

" me? Abused by a delinquent? Care for orphans?" ask Momo wonder.

"That's if you want to stay here, son. In this mother's house. Then, where are you staying, son?" ask Miss Slamet.

" I live in the southern part of the city. Oh yes Ma'am, where is my bag? I want to go home" Momo said. Ms. Slamet gawked at the attitude shown by Momo. There was no expression of sadness and surprise when Miss Slamet told me that MoMo found her husband in a state of being harassed by delinquents.

" There, is this your bag?" said Ms. Slamet while taking Momo's bag. Momo took it quickly. And started checking his contents inside his bag.

" Is something missing, son?" ask Miss Slamet worried.

" Nothing, Mom. Thank you so much for bringing me here. Oh yeah, this is a little for mom. Next time, I'll come back here again ma'am." Momo said. Ms. Slamet just stood still and stood still receiving some of the hundreds of thousands of red money.

" That's the clothes mom washes" said Ms. Slamet.

" Oh, okay! Eh.. um, whose clothes do I wear?" asked Momo while observing the clothes she had worn. The clothes look dirty and for Momo, the clothes look like a village.

" I'm sorry, it's mom's shirt. Sorry if it doesn't suit your taste. Mother's clothes are like that." said Ms. Slamet. Momo just smiled.

" All right! I borrowed this shirt first, Mom. Next time I'll give it back" Momo said.

" No need, son! No need to be reversed." said Miss Slamet.

" It's okay Mom, anyway these clothes are really not my taste. Okay Ma'am. I said yes" Momo said. Ms. Slamet delivered Momo's departure to the front of the house. Momo began to pay attention to the sign that read Foundation Bina Kasih Mulia (Yatim Piatu).

" After this maybe I'll come here a lot mom. I'll help mom. I'm going to make a little donation to the orphanage kids here" Momo said. Slamet smiled at her.

"Thank you son, if you have good intentions." said Ms. Slamet.

"Call me Momo, ma'am" said Momo introducing herself as she shook Slamet's hand.

" Momo, be careful on the road!" said Ms. Slamet. Momo smiled as she got into a taxi that had stopped in front of the home.