WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
OATH

The vow was already imprinted, rooted into his chest. It gets stronger as Kamilia daily receives abuse against her body.

Apparently Mr. Heru has a wife and children. It was known to Kamilia when she accidentally eavesdropped on their conversation on the phone. His wife knows his whereabouts.

"Which other bitch did you keep in that house, huh?" ask Mr. Heru's wife on the phone.

"I'm not hiding anyone," replied Sir Heru trying to give up.

"I'll make sure he gets battered in my hand!" threaten Mr. Heru's wife.

Kamilia who heard the sound of the incense bristled the fur of her nape. Frankly he was afraid of death, especially his condition is now covered in sin. No matter how much he suppressed his anxiety, his face turned pale at the thought of what might happen to him. Clenched his hands, ensuring that the martial arts he did not fully master, there was still his strength.

Currently Kamilia was accompanying her master's meal at home. Of course after his master was satisfied to flip his body on the bed. Like a new toy for Mr. Heru, the girl was touched from various directions.

Kamilia ate in silence, since she had been working for Heru, her lust had vanished. Replaced with his heart which was now screaming. Yeah, Kamilia called it work because the pay was already taken by Harso, the son of a bitch.

"Hurry up and eat, Mila!" lord Heru's Order.

"Yes, sir," he replied slowly.

"How many times have I reminded you, don't call Mister!" snapped Mr. Heru.

The girl was just silent, she was indeed unwilling to create closeness to her master, by simply calling out names. The clashes that he had begun to take for granted, were faced patiently. Like a pet, he doesn't have to fight until it's time to bite.

Master Heru left after being satisfied with everything. Satisfied with his stomach and also under his stomach. Kamilia did not know what problem his master had with his wife, so he had to contribute to satisfying his desires. 

Exactly two months into the residents of this house. Kamilia counted the red sheets scattered on the bed. Mr. Heru does give himself money every day. Coupled with the rest of the price of the girlhood first, the sheet was getting more and more. There are about a hundred sheets. Trembling Kamilia held it, her mother would be happy if she came home later. Half of the sheet he kept under the bed. He'll keep the other half in the closet.

The sound of knocking on the door was extremely loud, undoing his intentions. He rushed to the door, thinking that Master Heru was back.

One slap rewarded his face as soon as the door opened. Kamilia was limp, her eyes were twitching. He was seen by two beautiful women.

"You're the one, lady ******!" A beautiful woman cursed him. 

Kamilia understood now that the woman before her was the wife of Mr. Heru. Back slap he must accept. His cheeks were sore, and even more so his heart.

Feeling no resistance, the woman grew violent. He intended to grab Kamilia's long hair. This time the girl fought back. His right hand protected his head, his left hand took the woman's hand. He was then pushed towards the wall.

Dukkkp.

The woman's back hit the wall, her eyes burning furiously. 

"Love!" The other woman is hunting towards his wife Mr. Heru. Apparently the name of Mr. Heru's wife is Sinta.

Sinta said, she brushed off her best friend's hand. He charged forward to crash his body towards Kamilia. It was so easy for Kamilia to dodge, that Sinta again hit the wall. This time Sinta's body collapsed.

Kamilia looked at him expressionlessly, this time she was going to fight back. His pride will not be allowed to be trampled on by Mr. Heru's wife. Suddenly, his eyes were dark. Kamila collapsed between the luxurious guest seats.

"Why did you kill him?" Vaguely still heard by Kamilia the voice of his wife Tuan Heru. The next is dark and cold.

***

"Stupid! Why are you fighting?" snapped Mr. Heru. He was furious when he found out Kamilia was fighting Sinta.

The girl got angry. He was secretly gathering strength to fight against Master Heru. Let it die in the dirt, rather than live in a wallow.

Mr. Heru was still cursing at Kamilia, the hot ears of the young lady heard the slur directed at her. Kamilia got up while kicking the blanket. 

Dukkkp. 

A tonjokan Kamilia aired managed to silence Mr. Heru's mouth.

"You .. you, how brave!" he cried in disbelief. At that time Mr. Heru took the belt and smashed it into Kamilia's body.

"Aw sick .. geez .. geez!" The girl's scream did not assuage Master Heru's anger. The whip stopped, as the girl was helplessly sprawled with red streaks all over her body.

Master Heru left the dying Kamilia. The final secuil of power managed to bring the girl to bed. He coiled under the warm blanket, between conscious and not.

***

The sunlight woke Kamilia from her restless sleep. The pain all over the body was facing him. He tried to get up, in his mind was drawn one stratagem. He's gonna run away.

The money under the bed he had hidden, led him to sit daydreaming now on a bus. The journey that will take him back to the village. Along the way, there are trees that are gnawing. Naked without leaves enveloping. Forced to act like that because the stem wants to keep growing.

Her mother cried when Kamilia came home. He rinsed the girl's body with rice. Kamilia felt once, but her heart hurt even more. It's rotting and it can't heal anymore.

The money from Harso had apparently been exhausted at the gambling table by his father. With no mercy, his father asked Kamilia for money.

"Where's your money, Kartika? Here you ask!"

"What money? Didn't you take the money from Harso, the son of a bitch. He has sold me for fifty million, is there less!?" Kamilia shouted while crying.

"Son, he only gave me five million!" Father raged. A rickety chair was targeted, slammed onto the floor. It was as broken as Kamilia's heart at this moment. "Tomorrow you must go again to the city, find a lot of money, if you need to sell again dir ...."

"Sir! Speak, Mr. .. mention it!" his wife shouted cutting off the man's words.

"Byeah!" By slamming the chair again, Kamilia's father left.

Kamilia came out of the house crying. Walking brings his heartache. I don't know where to take him. His shoulders turned out to be too weak to carry it.

Kamilia sat in the darkness, looking up at the stars. His body crumbled and he complained to the night. His eye bags were filled with water. Clear threads formed creeks on his cheeks. It was like a physical and mental pain touching the sky. 

He came home hoping for protection from his father. The one who should be defending the front. Instead, he asked her to sell herself back.

"Aaah, I hate it!" Suddenly Kamilia shouted. His voice was loud as it pierced through the sky, complaining of all his complaints.

"Australia ... Kartika, is that you? We lost you all along." 

Kamilia was like being struck by lightning, hearing a familiar voice.