WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
A BRACELET

His mother looked at Kamilia without a blink. There was doubt in his eyes. Kamilia looked back at her mother's eyes. He assured her that he would be strong enough to hear her mother's story.

"My pregnancy was successfully aborted." Her mother's words again slapped Kamilia's feelings.

"Then ... A who am I?" ask Kamilia.

"After my departure from his home, Mr. Freza was of course grumpily looking for me. Everyone was asked, including the driver. He forced her to take him to me. Mr. Freza was crying seeing my condition. He's apologizing. That night I was taken to the hospital. Treated until recovered. Then he married religiously, although not every day met.

I am happy with all my love. He also seemed happy to be with me. Until finally the madam found out about all this. I was approached when Freza wasn't home."

"Leave him and go back to your village!" tell it.

"I was silent and just lowered my head, confused as to what to do. While in my stomach seems to have grown back a new fetus. I'm trying to hide all this. Although Freza already knows that I'm late for the moon."

"He's getting married next week. And you can't mess it up! Go here!" The madam threatened me and threw me with a wad of money.

"I keep quiet. I finally thought, I should go. That night I left too. Back to the village. Carrying the fetus in the womb. Freza doesn't know my village. His family also threatened not to catch up with me.

Pain ... of course. However, a difficult person like me did not have much choice. When Ibrahim came to propose, my parents accepted. Finally married without a chance this disgrace is known to people.

Ibrahim was suspicious for a long time. However, the good fortune of the man never spread my disgrace. He always tortured me when he remembered how disappointed he was to have married me who was pregnant.

You were finally born. Abraham did not welcome you with joy. She hates you. I only stroke your chest when I see him berate you."

"My father sold me to Harso" Kamilia said. "Then is it true that I'm Mr Freza's son?" Kamilia asked softly.

His mother did not answer, neither did she shake. The woman who still left her beauty went to her room. Bringing something back in his hand.

"Wear it!" tell mommy.

Kamilia saw a very nice bracelet made of white gold with a red gemstone.

"Well!" kamilia. "It's so pretty, where did you get this?" ask Kamilia.

"Just wear it, someone will admit it, too" replied his mother diplomatically.

Kamilia just nodded. It's too complicated to think, everybody has a past.

**

By taking the bus, the model returned to Jakarta. He was relieved after hearing the confession directly from his mother. Wearing a bracelet given by his mother. Now that the woman is better equipped to face the various realities of life, she will face them all.

Many contracts were cancelled due to cases at the Aunty Melly brothel. Bagas swiftly came to help. Several press conferences were held for clarification. Finally with great difficulty Kamilia's good name could return.

Tonight Mr. Freza called Kamilia. He wanted to know who Kamilia really was. If necessary, we need to have a DNA test.

Kamilia bowed under the cold gaze of Mr. Freza. There were two cups of tea in front of them. The woman looked around. Seeking the existence of someone.

"Where is he?" ask heart.

"Bagas won't be here!" As Kamilia thought, Mr. Freza said. "Drink Mila!" tell it.

Kamilia took the teacup. That's when Mr. Freza's eyes looked at Kamilia's wrist. The jewel in the beautiful bracelet was sparkling. It's almost Mr. Freza choking. Surprised to see Kamilia's bracelet.

"Wheel from where is it, Mila?" ask Mr. Freza.

"The book gives, sir," Kamilia replied.

"When?"

Mr. Freza's question convinced Kamilia. The bracelet's Mr. Freza. His mother was embarrassed to admit it. Kamilia had long waited for a time like this. Where everything is clear.

"No DNA testing, you're my daughter. You and Bagas are not far away. Obviously you're Bagas' brother." Mr. Freza explained in detail.

"Yes, sir."

"Call Papa!"

Kamilia smiled wryly. Whether he should be happy or not.

**

Byuurs.

A bucket of water flushed Hendra's body. The man was tied to a pole, with his hands back. He lifted his head.

"Republica?" Hendra asked doubtfully "Why is Bagas here?" ask again. This is Freza's headquarters, from which Bagas knows this place.

"Why are you surprised? This is my father's place" he said.

Hendra glared painfully surprised. He knew Freza had a son. However, he did not want to be in this business. Not expecting at all, it turned out that person was Bagas. Bagas his employer's son .. is unbelievable.

"Let go!" shouted Hendra.

"Haha. Who tied you up like a pet dog? Release!" Bagas told his father's men to release Hendra.

"I'm worried about Kamilia? Is she okay?" ask Hendra.

"Now you're asking about him. All this time you've been busy with Calista. Men don't know themselves!" shouted Bagas furiously.

Hendra did not dare to be angry now. It used to be beaten by Bagas. Now this man is his master. Hendra's down.

"Once again you hurt Kamilia, my gun will demand a crash!" bagas said while playing a gun while sitting in his father's chair.

"Yes, I will not play Kamilia again" promised Hendra.

"You think he wants to come back to you?She's my brother, but I'd rather take her as a sister." Bagas laughed at Hendra's innocence.

"What's? She your sister?"

"Well, go .. go!" tell Bagas to shake his hand.

Hendra went back to his apartment. Kamilia was waiting for him. They just sit around without talking. Each one is busy with his thoughts.

Kamilia was also confused. He wants to get out of Hendra's life. The agreement he had on paper was still his mind. Before Hendra wants him he can't leave Hendra. You idiot, what kind of deal is that.

His income as a model was certainly enough to finance his life in the Capital. Moreover, Freza who claimed to be his father, certainly ready to be asked for money. Freza loves him very much.

"Mila, I don't want you to leave me" said Hendra breaking the silence.

Kamilia was silent as usual. His life that had turned into a star did not turn him into a fussy person. She prefers to talk to her own mind.

"You heard me, didn't you, Mila?"

"Of course I heard it," Kamilia replied.

Back silence. Kamilia chose to chatter with her distant mind. Back to the past. Where Hendra appeared to be a savior. At the same time as a dark night, where the wounds emit pseudo light.

"How, Mila?" asked Hendra curiously.

"I ... I …."