WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
KAMILIA MARRIED

Garganif tried to get close to Kamilia. Kamilia still avoids, the owner of the dream –Saiful is still often present. He still comes disturbing his sleep.

Garganif – shady eye owner still convinced Kamilia of the sincerity of his love. Kamilia has admitted that she was a butterfly. A butterfly that has gone through phases of pain to become its own.

The man did not care about Kamilia's past. He is one of the owners of a strong heart. If he likes it, he will defend it and fight for it. Kamilia's heart melted too.

This twilight Kamilia and Garganif sat enjoying the twilight on the beach. Garganif took Kamilia there. Ancol Beach always brings sweet memories for him. They sit on the white sand. There are still many visitors who deliberately wait for the sunset.

"When you see that boy!" ask Garganif.

"Why?" ask Kamilia astonished.

There is nothing strange about this girl. He only wears ********** and t-shirts in. Sandalnya he dislodged, then entered the sand completely. When it is fully removed again, crammed again with sand, removed again. So repeatedly. His face is very cheerful.

"It's normal, except for her cute curly hair," Kamilia said again.

"Related?" ask Garganif again.

Once again Kamilia looked at the child, there was nothing strange. Kamilia then shook her head.

"What's weird, don't you be weird." Kamilia said as she looked into the eyes of the man beside her.

"I want it" said Garganif.

"Hey .. are you a predator?" ask Kamilia while laughing.

"Ish .. I want a daughter" Garganif replied, embracing Kamilia. Take him in the arms.

Kamilia was careless, she blushed. Quickly fix the seat. The girl they were looking at looked towards them.

"Cieee .. cie, Auntie pacalan," said the little boy.

"Hus, little boy!" garganif said while chuckling.

Kamilia approached the boy. Enter the sandals into the sandals. Garganif was tempted to participate in the moment. They laugh together.

"Whose name?"

"Mona, Aunt."

"No kids yet, huh?" ask someone suddenly. His shadow fell over Kamilia's body, due to the twilight of the light.

Kamilia looked up at the person who asked. Smiling, then looking at Garganif.

"Yes, Auntie, we have no children yet" replied Garganif.

"Mommy!" exclaim Mona

Kamilia laughed at Garganif's words. Mona's mother's forehead wrinkled, then smiled.

"Hopefully have a child soon, yes!"

"Thank you, Auntie!" Kamilia replied while holding a smile.

**

Kamilia continued to laugh along the way. Garganif was confused, he looked at himself. Once also glazed on the car mirror, nothing funny.

"It's very nice of you, the feeling is nothing funny. I'm still good-looking." The man said.

Kamilia was thieving, but in her heart she admitted that Garganif was indeed handsome. Curious also about the red hair, where the gene can come from.

"Where are your parents from?" ask Kamilia.

"My father Sundanese my mother is Dutch, why? Bull, huh?"

"So, even like the invaders" Kamilia replied.

"Ehhh …." The man protested.

"Damn it!" gerutu Garganifs.

"That was, Mona's mom was funny too. The time we were asked had no children" Kamilia said.

"Lho, where's the fault, we don't have children yet, right? But soon," added Garganif.

Kamilia. Suddenly his face warmed up, sure it was like a boiled crab. Garganif likes to see it. The first meeting changed everything. Look at Kamilia's eyes that are like they contain wounds. The man was already entangled in it.

"I'll come to your parents, soon," Garganif said as he grabbed Kamilia's hand.

Kamilia looked at the man in disbelief. Someone really accepts him.

"I promise you, I'll erase the wound in your eye. I will take the moon and place it in your heart. You have to believe, I will make you happy" Garganif said seriously.

Kamilia was stifled at the man's words. He looked at Garganif, the man gave him a quick glance back. His eyes focused on the road. Kamilia caught the earnestness in that brown iris. The sincerity and love he promised was there.

Kamilia simply kept quiet, letting Garganif carry his hand to her lap, then kissed her. If the rain usually accompanies his tears, now the drizzle becomes a witness of happiness. Suddenly Kamilia hoped, this kind of drizzle often came down.

**

A simple white intersected dress had been worn by Kamilia since morning. The contemporary makeup further adds to the aura of her beauty. A small bouquet of flowers was already held. Her lips turned on a smile, a sign of her happy heart. The woman was waiting for her lover to come, to swear in front of the ruler. He promises that he will be faithful forever.

"He's come" whispered Bagas.

Kamilia's hand suddenly cold. It felt stiff, his heart dag-dig-dug. Like a man waiting for a verdict. His face was agitated, several times he took a breath and then threw it away.

"No need to be anxious, everything will be fine and smooth," comfort Bagas.

"If my mother were here" said Kamilia. Hearts sad. It's her happy day, her mother should be by her side.

Ibrahim refused to come to this wedding. He felt Kamilia was not his real child. There was no obligation for him to marry Kamilia. Ayunina repeatedly tried to persuade. Only the curse Ayunina got.

Kamilia finally gave up her marriage not attended by those closest to her. Mr. Freza has prepared a festive feast.

**

Calista came uninvited. Maybe because of the agency where he took shelter who got the invitation. It looks a lot classier now.

With such a high sense of confidence he greeted Garganif. Kamilia looked at the tip of her eyes. Calista's flirtatious nature has not disappeared. He was trying to get Garganif's attention.

"Congratulations, Mila. Apparently you've forgotten your best friend" Calista quipped as she greeted Kamilia.

Kamilia was silent, she was just smiling. Calista once again glanced at Garganif. It was very desirable for Kamilia to drive Calista out from before her. "Did he have any plans to lure Garganif?" inner Kamilia.

Calista felt confident, because she was very confident about something. The ritual of compassion that he used to live, is believed to still be lucky. Calista tidied it to Garganif.

Apparently the nature of the irinya is still firmly imprinted. No matter friends, if it can be bulldozed, why not. Before getting off the stage, Calista blinked one eye at Garganif.

"Basic has no morals!" hiss Kamilia.

Garganif looked at Kamilia with a smile. Trying to convince Kamilia with her shady eyes. Trying to convey her heart, "I won't be tempted, Mila."

**

This is the night that belongs to both of them. Kamilia sat on the edge of the bed after cleaning the make-up. Her husband sat down and looked at her. Kamilia lowered her head, Garganif grabbed her hand. Bringing Kamilia's body into his arms.

The man kissed Kamilia's head. The whispers of love are like spells that make them more complacent. The quiet man was apparently wild in bed. For the first time Kamilia did so with a happy heart.

Disappeared already. Disappeared already. There is a shoulder now on it. May Garganif be the last man of his life.

**

The sun had yet to show its light when Kamilia woke up. The phone ringing from Garganif's phone woke him up. A woman's name is written there.

Paulina called.

Kamilia's heart trembled. "Who is he? Why call in the morning blind?"