WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
DRAG NAMES

Kamilia smiled bitterly, memories after memories slipped one by one into her mind. The longing that refuses to go.

After getting enough rest, Kamilia exited the room by late afternoon. It turns out that the occupants of this house are not just Aunt Melly and herself. There are a lot of young women here. Kamilia simply looked on without daring to ask.

"Eh, here!" A young woman waved her hand towards herself. 

"Me?" kamilia asked as she pointed to herself.

"Yes." Yeah."

Kamilia walked slowly towards the woman. Several times passed by other women who were dressing up. They're getting ready to go to work. Their eyes seemed to say, "Run as fast as you can!"

"Aren't you dancing, Mila? I know Calista." The beautiful woman introduced herself. Out of nowhere she knew Kamilia's name.

"I'm dancing for what?" ask Kamilia astonished.

"Well?" Calista knitted his two eyebrows in a sign of astonishment.

"Let's go get the kids! Don't let guests wait too long!" Aunty Melly's call halted talks between Kamilia and Calista.

"Tomorrow Kamilia started to work, yes!" aunt Melly's orders.

"Oh, is it that easy for me to get accepted to work?" kamilia thought, her heart was glad not to be a bitch. His face was radiant, his mind filled with eunoia. Shimmering like lazuardi.

Kamilia nodded without understanding what her work was. When told about the job, Kamilia was stunned. Gone was kirana in his heart, changing the elegies of the twilight. His father's words came true. How much he hated that man. His words became an accomplished prayer.

I want to run from all this. Wanting to scream, his voice seemed stuck in the esophagus. Kamilia recalled Saiful's remark, "The final outcome of all the affairs of the world has been established by God." 

"Then, is this a decree?" Kamilia smiled cynically with all her thoughts.

Kamilia laughed at his unlucky return fate. The pain and suffering he kept tight now was like a volcano erupting. Spewed out with the lava of honor torn to shreds.

Being a woman of the night was not the purpose of her wandering this time. But the words of his father managed to take him down this black passageway. What should have been said from the man's mouth were only prayers of kindness.

"Civilized!" Back Kamilia cursing. The word was getting familiar in his mouth.

It felt like Kamilia was going to slap her father's mouth. However, she was only a weak woman. Tears are the spill. Overflow, unleashing streams of vengeful springs.

Kamilia wanted to blame fate that could only offer poison for her. Yesterday Kamilia thought God had helped her in time. However, his heart was now filled with bad prejudices that made him even worse.

***

Like a buffalo poked in the nose, just according to when led to the puddle. And so is Kamilia. A friend teaches how to dress up and how to satisfy lovers of love one night. The science of love must be mastered in an instant.

Just at the turn of the day to night, Kamilia finished dressing up. The evening dress from Aunt Melly wrapped her body, clinging fittingly to form squiggles. Even if the shirt is a debt to be paid.

Kamilia learned how to wear high heels, before meeting the rancid men. Learn how to smile even though the heart is crying. She should look sweet before being forced to grimace.

Kamilia's shadow of a helper who came suddenly, saved her from blasphemy. Apparently it was just a scene in an episode in a novel book. Not for the story.

Tension ensued as Kamilia sat down, the woman coughing as cigarette smoke entered her throat. He played the tobacco with his finger, showing off a smile. Science that has just been learned from his seniors. He hated smokers before.

"It's still fresh!"

"Ooh, he's still ripe!"

Various talk makes Kamilia careless. Blushing in shame, Kamilia received first, second, third orders and so on as a prostitute. The woman in waiting looked down in shame, as they - the men asked for names.

"My name, Kamilia ... Kamilia Ibrahim, sir." Kamilia replied while bowing her head. His eyes stifled with tears, and he would shed no tears in front of anyone.

A wrinkle was seen on the man's forehead. Kamilia understood the hearts of her customers.

"He, my father," said Kamilia. Yes, from this moment on, he would pin the name behind his name. The person who most 'served' so that he could be here. The first person he should drag when God judges him later.

Kamilia will take the title of the father first in his dealings with the Creator. He will designate the face of his father as having the greatest contribution in his present blasphemy.

"It's a good thing you're a prostitute. If you were to be the wife of a husband, I would only be able to look at you" said the customer, laughing happily.

Kamilia wanted to punch that lip, but Kamilia could still hold back. Just the look in his eyes implied an indescribable feeling of niskala.

It's no secret, the average man makes money, will be adventuring to various beautiful girls . Kamilia meets the criteria of the savior of pleasure. Be that night he became the impingement of lonely, lustful and habitually seeking momentary pleasure.

Remaking the body feels because it has to practice the techniques that have been learned. It broke his heart to let his customers touch all parts of his body, without exception. Accepting the wishes of the men in exchange for a few pieces of red rupiah.

Aunt Melly smiled triumphantly. There was no mistaking her prediction about Kamilia last night on the bus. Now he can get the results. Red sheet 50:50 for the result.

Kamilia accepted the split. He was holding onto the money. He wanted to throw the money away, throw it in the trash. Unclean money, the result of selling the body, sounds abject.

"Ooh, Kamilia, you're a good-luck bearer to me!" fun Aunt Melly cheerful.

As usual, Kamilia just smiled and kept quiet. Kamilia was no longer cursing in her heart, she had to make peace with her heart. He's got to obey Aunt Melly now. 

If not for remembering his mother's face, it doesn't feel like accepting his work tonight. Kamilia had to send money for their stomachs.

"Tante, I don't have much tonight" Calista said.

"Why?" Aunt Melly's forehead wrinkled.

"For him." Calista pointed at Kamilia with his chin.

"Haha hahaha." Aunt Melly laughs . His voice was bigger than his body. While tucking in a white cigarette, the woman grabbed the deposit money of her men.

"Obviously, today they want Kamilia, tomorrow will be back in your arms" Aunty Melly comforted.

Aunt Melly is a good person. He would not be cruel if his men did not go according to his will. When someone wants to repent, he is also happy to welcome.

Kamilia smiled bitterly. It turns out that even in the night world competition must exist. Kamilia rubbed her face as embarrassment slowly ran through her face. Competition in committing sins.

"Kamilia, don't forget the pills, must be taken!" aunt Melly's orders.

Kamilia nodded, she understood better now. His conscience has borne the wounds not to let his body share his nestapa. Back to the tired face of his mother, making Kamilia must be firm, sturdy standing. Not to be careless in the slightest, he had to be someone worth reckoning with.