WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
CAMILLIA

"Tika, Kartika you have to go home quickly" Ida said. He came in a hurry to pick up Kartika at times.

Kartika who was climbing on the path was stunned for a moment. Looked in wonder at Ida. He fixed the laundry bucket he was carrying.

"What's wrong?" ask Kartika with hunting breath.

"Your father ..your father was beaten up by people!"

"What!?"

The girl ran quickly away from Ida. His heart was so jolted hearing his father being thumped by people. His father was often drunk, but never fought, let alone beaten people.

"What is the question? So that Dad is like that?" his inner. Millions of questions raged in Kartika's heart. The girl kept running, she left her severed flip-flops in the middle of the road.

However, the girl pegged as she arrived in front of her house. His father was beaten up by a burly man. He stood before his father with pride.

"Pay your debt!" sniff the man.

Kartika saw his father just speechless, wiping the blood on the corner of his lips. His face was bruised blue, but his father was silent and did not resist.

The girl couldn't stand it, she didn't care about her wet clothes. Nor did she care about her body being clearly imprinted on her clothes, the girl wanted to fight back.

It was like kicking the mouth that had spit on his father's face. Practicing silat taught by ustadz after njai. Although it is impossible to win, but at least he has defended his father.

"Stop!" kartika Jerrit.

The stranger turned his back, his eyes festering at Kartika's naked body. He swallowed his saliva which instantly filled his mouth. Jakunnya down. Suddenly he felt tight at the bottom of his pants.

"Gar!" shouted father.

The man called Harso still looked at Kartika. His breath instantly felt a gasp at the sight before his eyes.

Kartika's mother was intrigued to come by holding her sister. Immediately drag Kartika's hand and bring her in.

"I want to fight him, Mak," Kartika said. His heart was upset because his intention was not fulfilled.

"Here you go, don't interfere, change your clothes!" tell mommy.

Kartika still had a peek out, she saw Harso and his father no longer fighting. His father stood up and had a serious conversation. Several times his father shook his head.

******

Kartika changed clothes with a heart full of question marks. Why so quickly his father with Harso made up. It doesn't make sense. They are speaking in the living room of his house. The chatter about the million-million sounded faintly to his ears. Kartika guessed, maybe they were counting his father's debt.

Kartika still remembers Harso's view on her earlier. Like a thirsty traveler in the middle of the desert, then he saw a well with clear water. He seemed to swallow it whole. The feathers bristled for a moment.

Kartika looked out the window. The drought is showing its might. The leaves embrace its branches tightly. They do not want to be separated because of drought, withering and loose in the wind.

His mother came in with a mash-gul face. The look on his face was tangled like unironed laundry. He sat by Kartika's bed. His face was pale, silent and unable to speak.

"Mother." Kartika. His mother was unmoved, as if she had not heard Kartika's voice.

Kartika was silent, waiting for words to come out of her mother's mouth. The innocent girl noticed the cat curled up at her feet. Yawning and swiping her soft fur.

"Tika ... You must improve!" tell her mother to turn.

"Did that man drive us out, Mommy?" ask Kartika.

His mother shook her head weakly, the tearful she had been holding back had also slid on her cheek. His eye bags did not dry up because the water did not stop dripping.

"He wants you to repay your father's debt" replied his mother.

"meaning?" Kartika still doesn't understand.

"You have to work for him."

"I'm willing, Mom," replied Kartika.

Exploded his mother's cries on Kartika's shoulders. Crying the innocence of his son who has not even turned twenty years old. He did not know what kind of work he would do later. As a mother, her feelings were so broken.

Kartika thought, she would only be a housekeeper. It's okay, he's willing. Provided that his mother and father and his sister live peacefully without anyone disturbing.

Kartika packed up, stuffed some of her shabby clothes into a big bag. His mother looked at him with a wounded heart.

"You don't have to cry, I have to work, do you, Mom? My school is over," entertain Kartika.

****

"Tomorrow I'll come again, hand over the rest of your money!" harso shouted to his father Kartika.

The man laughed with satisfaction at seeing Kartika come with him. He had already finished talking to his friend from the city. There was a price mentioned that made him so excited. Fifty million, he can take forty million, the rest for the father of Kartika. Although the debt of Kartika father is only a few million.

Kartika left accompanied by the cries of her mother and sister. His father was just sitting on a rickety chair in his living room. His face was red, holding back the feeling of haru and Harso's punches. Even though his father was a jerk, still his little heart did not want Kartika to leave. However, a poor man like him, did not have much choice.

"Later to go back to the village, your clothes will be as good as the artist" Harso said on the bus.

Kartika was silent, trying to enjoy her journey by looking outside. His mind wandered, remembering his mother, his sister, his father as well ... Saiful. The man was always able to make Kartika hide a smile while teaching. His shady gaze made his students always feel at home learning with him.

"It's here" said Harso. "Come on!"

The man led Kartika somewhere. There was already waiting for a man in black glasses. From the appearance and shiny car, it can be guessed that he is rich.

Harso and the rich man walked away from Kartika. A brown envelope thick enough to change hands. Kartika stood up as she tipped her bag, not daring to approach just paying attention from a distance.

Harso approached Kartika, tucking something in the girl's hand. Either the smile or the grin that the man showed off. He said, "Come with Mr. Heru."

Kartika did not answer, she was resigned to her destiny. She has set herself up to be a housekeeper. Good values in his diploma are useless now.

Mr. Heru took Kartika to a beautiful little house. Kartika likes to see him, he will stay here. Mr. Heru did not talk much, the handsome man only remained silent when driving his car earlier.

"What's your name?" ask Mr. Heru.

"Kartika, sir," answered Kartika.

For a moment Mr. Heru was like thinking, I don't know, Kartika doesn't know the contents of his mind. The man looked at her without a blink, like he was about to strip the beautiful girl.

"Now your name is Kamilia" said Mr. Heru.

"Ka ... Ka ... Kamilia, Sir?" tanya Kartika stammered.

"Yes, prepare yourself, I'll be here tonight" he replied expressionlessly. "You can eat whatever's in here."

After Mr. Heru left, Kartika remained standing. His heart wondered, "What work should I do?"

"My name is Kamilia ... Kamilia." Kartika repeatedly spelled the name.