WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
MR FREZA'S DAUGHTER?

Previously the man was about to be indecent to Kamilia. Kamilia closed her eyes. Praying with the remnants of confidence in his heart. Kamilia was not sure, God would help her. Like past events. When he wants God to help, God does not exist. Kamilia is content with her current beliefs.

As the sound of the firearm echoed, Kamilia jumped in shock. The woman thought she was the one who was shot. Quickly he opened his eyes and saw the man fall into a pool of blood. Without a chance Kamilia knew his name.

"Ooh!" There was one scream held back.

The woman looked quickly at the origin of the voice. Hendra and Bagas stood. They were also shocked to hear gunshots. Hendra shut his mouth. Bagas is ordinary. Even staring mercilessly at the man who was shot.

"How dare you bother my daughter!" Mr. Freza came holding up a gun.

"A what? Your daughter?" Hendra asked while stammering.

"Yes! And you always make him suffer!" shouted Mr. Freza. "Dump the body!" freza's orders to his men.

"A what? How could I possibly be your daughter?" Kamilia asked. His face was pale white.

"Let me tell you, Mila. Let's go home!" bring Bagas. The man unbinds Kamilia.

"Dead the reward for anyone who dares to disturb my family!" mr. Freza said it was full of threats. His eyes glinted at Hendra.

Hendra lowered his head not daring to raise his face. Especially against Freza's eyes. He could not understand why Freza suddenly came and recognized Kamilia as his daughter.

Kamilia felt her life was getting more complicated. What other problems must be faced. She was shocked to find this reality. Since he remembered, his father was Abraham. His mother never went out of the village, especially to Jakarta.

"We're going home, Mila," take Bagas.

"Home?" Kamilia frowned, feeling astonished.

"Papa Freza's House." Bagas replied calmly.

Of course to Kamilia the speech was like lightning. The swift cross left a trace of wound in his heart. A heart that feels empty without desire. Weaken helpless as the leaves of drought. The wounds are increasingly molten on trees that are increasingly fragile.

Kamilia looked at Hendra who was standing by. The sight of his eyes implied regret, having incised various knives of guilt upon the woman. Always make those beautiful eyes shine a twinkle of disappointment.

"Bring to headquarters!" freza's orders to his men. Freza's men brought Hendra who did not fight when brought by them. Mr. Freza walked ahead.

The more tired Kamilia's head thought about it. The woman fainted, her body rejecting all this reality.

**

Kamilia found her body lying on a large bed. His eyes looked around. He did not recognize this room.

"This isn't my room? How long was I unconscious?" ask him to himself. He was trying to find a wall clock to find out the time. Day or night now.

"Miss is conscious of it." There was someone greeting Kamilia as the room door opened. A middle-aged woman appeared carrying food and a glass of water.

Kamilia looked at him, her eyes full of question marks. Apparently the middle-aged woman understood the meaning of Kamilia's gaze.

"I work here, Miss!"

"Where?" ask Kamilia astonished.

"At Mr. Freza's house" he replied.

"Ooh, what else is this?' kamilia. Finally he arrived at the house of the old man full of mystery - Lord Freza.

Bagas ... Kamilia remembered him. The man had to explain everything to Kamilia. He looked at the woman in front of him.

"Where is Bagas?" ask Kamilia.

"Bi …?

"Sumi, No."

"I'm going home now, Bi Sumi." Kamilia hurried to wake up. His head still felt heavy, but was forced to leave. Although Bi Sumi held him back with a look of fear. The woman was told by her master to take care of Kamilia.

The taxi that delivered Kamilia cut through the smooth streets of the Capital. The woman was thinking, about her goal now. Go back to Hendra's house or get out of the man's life.

His life was like gripping sand. One by one regardless of the grip. One by one, they fall back into dust. He felt more and more kara. It was impossible for him to acknowledge the Freza family as his family. There is still an impossibility that he believes. Before he met his mother. Questioning about this truth.

**

Aunt Melly. Kamilia remembered the woman. Now he's headed there. Kamilia wanted to let go of her life's burden for a moment. Share the story with the first person he knew in the city.

"Hi, Mila!" the woman greeted Kamilia with a warm embrace. Kamilia was happy to meet Aunt Melly.

For a moment Kamilia spread her gaze around. Cigarette smoke and the smell of liquor still predominate. Those who exchanged jokes with the spoiled woman in the embrace. Kamilia smiled wryly, she seemed to see herself in the spoiled woman. Remembering the old times.

"Let's talk, what wind brings you here?" ask Aunt Melly. The middle-aged woman is still beautiful with minimalist cosmetics. He's not like other pimps. The dress is very fashionable without thick make-up.

"Angen aja, Auntie," Kamilia replied. "Kangen same pretty face Auntie." Kamilia.

"knows no? Sometimes aunty's still bargaining, hihihi." Aunt Melly laughed crisply.

"Hishihi. Then Auntie accepts?" Kamilia laughed.

"No, it's old when I tell ngorder." They laugh together.

The sound of their laughter invited many eyes to look towards them. Without them noticing there was a pair of eyes that were paying attention to Kamilia. Look without a flick of desire.

His jaw went down and up to see the poignancy of the woman's body. He had never seen Kamilia before here. Someone called to send a message. The waiter rushed over to Aunt Melly and Kamilia.

Kamilia and Aunt Melly looked at the man. Aunt Melly smiled meaningfully. Kamilia only smiled faintly. Feeling a good response from Aunt Melly, the man walked up to them.

"Hi, I'm Arya." The man introduced himself while thrusting his hand. Invite hands. Aunt Melly greeted him warmly. Kamilia only smiled faintly. Frankly, he was disturbed by the presence of the man.

"Can we be together tonight, Miss?" he said without further ado.

Kamilia and Aunt Melly looked at each other, then they laughed in a divorce. It's funny to hear the offer for Kamilia.

"Is something wrong?" ask Arya. He seemed a little offended by their attitude. Hurry up Kamilia and Aunt Melly fix the attitude.

"I didn't come here to sell myself, sir," Kamilia said.

"Oh yeah! But I want you." The man was stubborn.

"I'm not a whore, sir." Kamilia tried to explain.

"Yes, you're not a whore, but I know who you are?" arya.

"meaning?" ask Kamilia. She remembers that she is now a famous model. It's a folly to visit this brothel.

"It!" Arya showed me some pictures of Kamilia and Aunt Melly. Of course, if the media knew it could be very shocking.

"Damn it, what a stupidity!" reduk Kamilia.