WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
HOMECOMING

Unceasingly Kamilia cursed her careless self. Kamilia looked towards Aunt Melly who also looked worried. Kamilia shook her head.

"Can we talk, sir?" ask Aunt Melly. "She's not a whore, you can choose another one, free to sir." Aunt Melly is still trying to persuade.

The man still wanted Kamilia to serve him tonight. Of course Kamilia did not want to. But on the other hand, his career is at stake.

"Wait a minute!" Kamilia walked to the corner of the room. Call someone, then come back.

"How's it?" ask Arya.

Kamilia just smiled. He did not respond to Arya's request. Of course the man was annoyed. He deliberately took some photos of Kamilia.

"You can't take photos without my permission, sir!' Kamilia said loudly.

The commotion could not be avoided anymore, Kamilia seized Arya's mobile phone. Arya convulsed, Kamilia caught the empty room and fell down. Once again Arya took a photo of Kamilia. The man then left.

"Mila!" Aunt Melly shouted while hunting Kamilia who was sitting on the floor. "Fuck everybody!" aunt Melly's murmur.

"Mila .. Mila!" A man ran towards them. "Where's the guy?" He asked with worry.

"Telat ..he's gone, Bagas," Kamilia replied. "She's taken my picture, tomorrow's gotta be a scene. My career could be threatened like this" he continued.

"Can we handle it, why else would you come here?" tanya Bagas. "Papa can be angry! Let's go!" snapped Bagas.

Kamilia looked at Aunt Melly who looked at her question mark. Kamilia refused to explain. He himself was unsure of everything that had happened lately. Life is not about two choices. Sad or happy. There are various considerations in it. Leaving that makes sad or following that doesn't necessarily make her happy.

Kamilia thought in excitement. The sadness that he would leave behind, perhaps the happiness that had not yet materialized. Kamilia finally followed where Bagas took her. At least Bagas thought he was his sister. There is little chance that Bagas cheated.

Too heavy for Kamilia who was just a village girl. The fate that led him to become a star as well as a black stone on the sidelines of times. All makes him sometimes not strong to face.

**

A FAMOUS MODEL INITIALS K, INVOLVED IN A COMMOTION IN A BROTHEL.

The headlines of a newspaper made Kamilia's phone ring continuously. The media questioned Kamilia's presence at the brothel.

The woman who now lives in Mr. Freza's house is confused. There was no experience of him facing all this. Asking for help Bagas feels impossible. The media must not know about him being Bagas' younger brother-photographer.

With a little disguise, Kamilia managed to get out of town to return to her village. Seeing Kamilia who was so beautiful and became a famous model, her neighbors whispered. Of course their heads are not the same.

"That's Kartika, that's so pretty." Still heard by Kamilia they said her name.

"I heard she's been a comfort woman." Someone chimed.

"Eh haphazardly! She became a model to know."

"Harso who said, he said he used to sell it to a city businessman. Hihihihii."

Kamilia glanced at them at a glance. They were speechless accepting Kamilia's cold gaze. Quickly they change the level as friendly as possible, while greeting.

Kamilia remained silent, smiling faintly as she passed. Kamilia saw her house a little more tidy now. Money sent every month has apparently been used to renovate the house.

"Aika!"

Mother welcomed him. His father remained silent in the chair. His mother also bought a new chair. Kamilia only greeted as necessary.

"Is he really not my father?" ask Kamilia in heart. He silently watched his father's face. There are similarities or only differences. The face that had started to have wrinkles looked calmer now. "Maybe by now, he is already insyaf," Kamilia thought.

"Not going, sir?" ask Kamilia.

"No money, your mother is stingy now" replied her father.

Kamilia gave money to her father. Kamilia deliberately wanted her father to leave the house. Something to ask his mother. His father with sumringah went to the gambling place. Kamilia shook her head at her father's behavior.

***

Television sets were broadcasting the scandal that befell him. Kamilia disappeared without any confirmation. Of course it had an impact on his career. Kamilia doesn't care now. He had to solve his problems one by one.

His mother sat in front of him. He bowed, feeling stripped of his past. Not expecting the past he kept so tight, found Kamilia - his daughter. Surely Ibrahim - her husband repeatedly, drew from her. He never wanted to tell me what had happened. Abraham was always angry with him. At the ends of his body had to accept various kinds of violence.

Kamilia watched her sister who was eating bread from her. Kamilia recalled, that food used to be tasted only in a dream. Where is the money to buy such good bread. Kamilia sighed while watching her mother who was still silent.

"Mr .. Am I really his son?" ask Kamilia.

Mother shakes. Kamilia scrunched her forehead. He doesn't understand who to believe now. Clearly Mr. Freza recognized himself as a child. Now, his own mother says, he's not Mr. Freza's son.

"Tell me, Mom!" Kamilia half forced her mother to tell her story first.

His mother looked doubtfully at Kamilia. Kamilia nodded reassuringly that she would listen well. His mother started telling stories.

"Before, when I was a girl I worked at Mr. Freza's house. I didn't know that it turned out that the young master was interested. Everything was going normally as usual.

Until when everyone was not there. It was something I never imagined. The young master came with the smell of alcohol from his mouth. It was free to scream, it all happened so fast. Can only cry for the honor of being forcibly taken. I saw the man snoring loudly beside my body. Evil thoughts told me to take the kitchen knife, then stab her in the stomach. Let him feel pain like the pain he has given me. But back then, I could only cry.

Month passed. Something is strange about my body. Head dizzy quickly and the body feels tired. Every morning I vomit for no reason. Mr. Freza is suspicious, he's taking me to the obstetrician. The result .. is like being pushed into a deep abyss. Positively.

Mr. Freza was confused, but he never told me to abort the baby. In the middle of her life she looks happy. Sometimes if there's a chance she comes and pets the baby."

"I'll marry you" he promised. "Wait for me to tell my parents" he continued.

"I just kept quiet. How could I, who is just a country girl, be the daughter-in-law of this house? While Mr. Freza himself already has a wife candidate. Wife candidates who are commensurate with the castle.

One cold night. I was taken by Mrs Freza's mother. It seems he already knows what happened between me and his son. I don't know where I was taken. It ends at a small clinic. Little Freza was forced out that night, too. Blood is constantly coming out. Almost dead it feels like holding back pain. Pain and heart."

"Have I not been successfully aborted, Mother?" Kamilia interrupted.