WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
DILEMMAS

Kamilia's drowsiness disappeared instantly. It is remembered by the name Freza.

"Is Freza the same? Or just a coincidence of name equations," Kamilia thought.

Recalling by the woman, Freza's cold eyes stare. There is no warmth there. Grinding Kamilia imagined it.

"Bagas must explain to me." Kamilia's heart they devise a plan, in order to extract information from Bagas. Tomorrow, he will meet Bagas specifically. Coincidentally tomorrow there's a photo shoot in a city park. For an instant food advertisement.

Hendra shivered again, he groaned in pain. Kamilia panicked, finally deciding to take her to the doctor.

"Come on, Hendra, we'll go see a doctor" Kamilia woke Hendra up.

Hendra's eyes opened slightly. The man was astonished, why did it hurt like this. His hard life had never made him sick let alone go to the hospital.

"No!" Hendra refused. Kamilia only fell silent with Hendra's refusal. He can't force.

"Tomorrow there is a photo shoot, I have to be fit, Hendra," Kamilia said.

"Sleep! I'm fine," asked Hendra. Hendra looked at Kamilia with a faint look. "Damn they gave me a dose that made me limp." Hendra grumbled in his heart. The drug still feels the effect.

Kamilia headed to her own room. The cold night made him want to immediately coiled with a blanket. Moreover, he had served the damn man - Bagas.

His eyes are hard to close. From under his blanket, his eyes were glaring. Remembering the past, remembering the village, his mother and his sister. Of course if he remembered that all of those names would automatically appear.

"Saiful, how's he doing now?"

His mind wandered into the past. Had his father not been in debt, had he not met Aunt Melly. There are hundreds of words if that might change his fate.

"Kartika, I'll propose to you!" That was Saiful's first remark.

The deg! Kamilia's heart stopped beating. He is remembered by the name Kartika. He had forgotten that name. Suddenly, the name came back with his memories.

Kamilia shook her head. Shooing away the memory of Saiful. He was too dirty to remember.

The more Kamilia chased him away, the more real his shadow became. He looked at the girl so sharply.

"When are you going to be like this? When are you back, Kartika?"

In the decapitation of her pillow, Kamilia shook her head vigorously. Expel the shadow of Saiful's face that increasingly haunts him.

"I hate him, Saiful! Yes .. I hate him so much. He's the one who made me like this." Kamilia berated himself, of course the target was Ibrahim - his father.

To this day, her mother still broke the rain on her face. Of course because of his father who was increasingly addicted to gambling. Especially now, money is no longer a problem. Kamilia is a money-making machine for him now. Kamilia fell asleep with water left in the corner of her eye.

**

The floodlights blinded the eyes of the top model at this time. He is now promoting fast food. A plate of instant noodles floated before him.

Suddenly the model's vision became blurred. A drop of tear expands in her cracker. Remembering his sister's face, how much they wanted this food.

Kamilia was willing to become a washing laborer. For the sake of rupiah to buy instant noodles that fragrant like through the sky. He was happy to see his two sisters eating the food.

"West ..action!" Bagas shouted giving a warning.

Kamilia was a little surprised. The look on his face changed. Bagas frowned looking at Kamilia. He approached the beautiful woman.

"What's up, Mila? Professional dong! Your gloomy face will make this food sale plummet!" Bagas said firmly.

"Hendra's sick." Kamilia answered briefly. Bagas's eyes looked at him full of question marks. Kamilia simply shrugged her shoulders.

The shooting was completed by noon. Kamilia rushed to pack. Bagas.

"You should accompany me for a moment, Mila," said Bagas.

"What do you mean?" Kamilia said quietly but coldly pierced.

Ahh .. of course many journalists are covering this up-and-coming model activity.

"Can you interview for a second, brother?" A reporter tracked Kamilia's steps to her car.

"Byeah" answered Kamilia.

"Where's Hendra?"

"He's got business out of town." Kamilia answered briefly. He should be good at lying now. The world is full of pretense in order to remain exist. Honesty will make the woman ruined.

"One more, brother?"

Kamilia only glanced at it, then smiled. He always showed hospitality wherever he was. His heart was sad.

However, Hendra was his life companion for two years. He gave her life. Although the position remains the same as before, at least fate does not make him always down.

"So you used to work with Auntie Me-"

"You're not home yet, Mila." Bagas cut the journalist's question. Bagas half dragged Kamilia into his car.

"Wait on Kak .. wait!" The reporter exclaimed. Bagas did not care, immediately he spurred Kamilia's car.

"Stupid!" Bagas.

Kamilia looked at the man beside her. His heart rippled to look at the handsome man. Between grudges had already dragged him into the man's troubles.

"You don't always be nice to reporters like that, Mila!" Bagas spoke again. " long your life will be revealed later. What does the world say that you're a prostitute. A drug dealer's mistress?"

"Quite Bagas!" yell Kamilia."Now I ask, who is Freza?"

"He's my Papah, why?"

"Is he a drug dealer?" ask Kamilia. The girl felt she had a chance to ask now.

Bagas did not answer immediately. Surely he was surprised how Kamilia knew about Freza. Secretly regret filled his heart. Shouldn't have introduced Kamilia yesterday.

"Hendra said what?" ask Bagas.

"He didn't say anything, he was delirious last night. Calling the name Freza," Kamilia replied.

Ah ... Bagas be relieved now. At least he can still lie a little now. He had long since left his father. Bagas never cared about his family's illicit business.

"There are so many Freza names in the world. Why do you suspect my Papa is a drug dealer .. haha?" Bagas asked with a small laugh.

Kamilia did not answer anymore. He felt cornered by Bagas' answer.

"Yes .. Bagas is right, there are so many Freza names in this world" he thought.

"What's your father's job?" ask Kamilia.

"Effort." Bagas answered without hesitation. " Would you like to come to my house?" ask Bagas. "Reconnecting with your future in-laws .. hahaha hahaha." Bagas laughs.

"Let me go home alone, you have to go back. Take your bike!' kamilia's orders.

"Hows it? You willing to be my wife, Mila?" ask Bagas. The man did not care what Kamilia said.

Of course Kamilia was shocked by Bagas' question. She hopes Hendra will marry her, but the one who proposes to her is Bagas. A dilemma occurred in his heart.

"I never loved you, Bagas." Kamilia.

Kamilia knew, there was no love in her heart. Kamilia does not need love. He just needs to live without this pile of sins. However, the screams of his mother always ringed if his father was not provided money to gamble.

"And Hendra ... Do you love him?" Bagas asked again.