The Price of Virginity
Expelled

The moist air of the mountains seeped through the skin, making this body shiver and my face like freezing, the clothes I wore were indeed unfit for this kind of piercing cold.

Fat bosses still continued to talk to the stranger, occasionally their eyes stared hard and it made me feel creepy compared to the cold chatter. This situation was getting more and more frightening, because it was in fact that the fat boss was the winner of the auction over my body.

A young man entered in a hurry, without greeting and immediately met a foreign man and a fat boss who was still sitting in front of me, and they started conversing in Indonesian.

"Amila, you come with him." The boss' orders, while looking at me inside. His personal driver immediately approached and handed over the map he had been holding and gave it to me.

"Let's give the map to someone you want to meet later," he said again, and I just nodded slowly.

"Well, you come with me" said the young man who had just arrived. I immediately got out of my seat and followed in his footsteps, followed by everyone who was there.

"Lo kasih selvis good same olang, after the ulusan lo finished just wait in front of the villa, later picked up, lo ngelti." Firmly fat boss, will momentarily ride the bike following the young man. Once again I nodded.

"Near ko, just a few houses away from here," said the man, as I was already in his motorbike.

Maybe just two minutes, we arrived at the house that was almost the same as the previous one, only the color of the building paint was different. It seems to be still in the same complex environment.

"You wait here for a minute." The man immediately entered the villa, and soon came out with the middle-aged man who seemed to be the guardian of this house.

"You come with this father, after your business is done just wait in front of the terrace, I will pick you up again" said the young man.

"Well, Bang," I answered, and began to follow the father into the house, and the man passed by with his motorbike.

"Sit down first!" said the father, shortly after we were in the living room, and he went straight inside, briefly then went straight out of the house and closed the door from the outside without speaking again.

Alone in the living room is quite spacious, with the map is in the lap. Restless, restless .. what will happen with my next fate, whether it will only change predators, while apart from the mouths of Lions and Wolves instead become Crocodile food, I can only rely on the protector of the destiny of life.

I believe that if the Protector exists, who organizes and plans our lives in the future, it is invisible but my heart firmly believes in Him who governs all, sometimes it may be because of lethargy or tired of the life he lived, a sissy aunt also likes to tell stories about God, even though when she realized she did not want to talk about it anymore, but I always remembered about the figure of God the aunt sissy told me about.

"Who are you?" a heavy voice asked me, slightly startling in the middle of the daydream. I looked up and saw the owner of the heavy voice. A middle-aged man was sturdy in stature and I don't know, there was an impression of dignity within him, staring deep with his clean face that emitted a light of serenity and charm that radiated. There is a sense of comfort in you, hopefully what looks and feels is not a mere trick.

"Sa-me, Amira sir," I replied, slightly stammered.

"What business do you have, you see me?" looking at her, while still looking at me deeply, and I was downcast unable to see her eyes anymore.

"Sa-me, don't know sir," I replied, my gaze still lowered deeply.

"Co can, you yourself don't know, suddenly be at my inn." The question is still investigating my whereabouts here.

"I was just told to master, without me knowing what that meant."

The man approached, and sat right against me, which was only blocked with a table.

"What do you bring?" tanyanya back.

"Oh sir, I really don't know."

"Try to give it to me" he said, as his hand thrust toward me, asking for the map that had been on my lap.

I gave him the map, while venturing into staring at him. In the open-air map for a while by her, and slightly muttered she said.

"Hmm .. it's true." Placed the map on the table, while the man was silent, his eyes fixed on me.

"Who are you really? Are you some kind of tribute given?" just keep looking at me with a lot of questions.

"What's the carpet, sir?" I asked, because I didn't know what it meant.

"That's it, if you don't know, it's okay."

The middle-aged man immediately stood up and entered the inner room, but not for long, he came out again with two glasses of drink.

"Drink this warm sweet tea, your body I see shivering cold," he said, continuing to stare at me.

"Thank you, sir." Soon I took the glass and drank it slowly, This grown man is right, my body is really cold.

"How old are you?" tanyakanya.

"Fourteen years, sir."

"You know why you were told to meet me and what for?"

I fell silent, bowed deeply, knowing the reason, but did not have the courage to explain.

"You know, if your body was purposely handed over to me!" there is an emphasis on his words. I keep bowing still.

"You'd rather give it up?"

I bowed silently, trying to control the thump in the chest, took a deep breath, and ventured to speak.

"That's not what I want, sir," I replied, momentarily daring to look at the man.

"From childhood, I have no right to determine my own life, everything has been determined by the person who took care of me."

"meaning?" asked again, while drinking tea, his eyes did not come off towards me.

"From the baby, me and a few other friends, were brought up just to sell their virginity, sir," I said, these tears began to grow.

Seen, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, and leaned his body on the chair he was sitting on.

"Who, your name?" tanyakanya.

"Have you eaten?"

"Be-yet sir," I said, "Just eat a bit of grilled corn earlier."

"What do you want to eat?" bargaining, to me. His face looks worried.

"Anything, Sir." While clutching the body, against the pouncing cold.

The man played his game, called for a while, then stood up and entered the room. He came back with a blanket in his hand.

"Wear this, to warm your body." Giving up the blanket. Smile briefly.

"Thank you, sir." The man sat back down at his original spot, and was silent for a moment.

"How much are you getting paid to do this job?" tanyanya, investigate.

"It's not a job, sir. I don't want to do this contemptible work either." My tears started to wash my cheeks.

"I don't have the strength and courage to avoid all of this, in the eyes of the nanny, we're just things to sell at will" I said, wiping away tears.

"I mean, you don't know who your parents are."

"No idea, sir." My cry is sobbing, it's asphyxiated.

"Who's your nanny's name?"

"Mommy Merry, sir."

"Mommy Merry, good to you?" ask again. My tears are getting louder, considering how mom treats all of us, her foster children. I was quiet, heavy to speak.

"After you are considered finished serving me, then you will return to your nanny?"

"I-yes, sir."

"Then?"

"We must serve the guests who come, sir."

"You, would you?" tanyanya, I shook my head slowly.

"Help me, sir .. Get me out of this filthy path" I said, crying, asking for help, cupping both hands in front of my chest.

"How do I help you?"

"Sa-I don't know, sir." My finger, wipe away the puddles of tears with the blanket.

"You are willing, if I ask you to serve me," he said slowly. I was stunned to hear his words, bowed and silent for a moment.

"I'm just a thing, sir. Already sold, free to use the buyer, I have no power whatsoever to fight."

"You know, if you're actually smart?"

"Things cannot think, sir. Not entitled to make a choice." The man laughed softly, not long before the sound of the door being knocked from the outside, the man immediately stood up and walked to the main door, returning with two plastic bags filled with food, and handed to me one.

"Cubelikan Nasi goreng, eat first."

"Thank you, Mister. Thank you." Thank you." Take the fried rice from his hand.

I don't know, maybe because of the hunger that whack, until it feels fried rice is very delicious, while the middle-aged man chose to eat ketoprak, there is no talk at all between us, there is no talk at all between us, besides just being busy enjoying the food.

"Tell me about Mami Merry?" tanyanya, we finished finishing the food.

"Mommy Merry, selling us after we finish getting our first period, selling our virginity by being offered to the highest buyers" I explained.

"How much are you worth?" he asked, the man blamed the cigarette, and smoked it slowly.

"I don't know, sir," I replied, as I drank the tea that had been made, my feelings began to calm down even with the man alone.

"Call me, Darmawan," he said, "May, sir, Om, or just say your name, it's up to you" he said, as he continued to smoke in his cigarette, his eyes still watching me.

"Good, Om." I bowed again, not daring to look at him.

"Done selling your virginity, and then will you continue to be a profession?" the question really ripped my heart out.

"I've never sold my honor, Om! I'm forced. If you refuse, you can die tortured and killed Mami Merry and her bouncer," I explained, firmly. These tears are beginning to re-expand.

"Sorry, if it offends you, Mira." Om Darmawan put out his cigarette in the ashtray, and drank back his tea.

"You're at your nanny's school?"

"No, Om. I never went to school" I replied. "Om, may I go to the bathroom?"

"Please, you go straight, the bathroom is on the left." His hand pointed towards the door of the inner room. I immediately stood up and followed his directions.

Looking at the face of myself in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the face of a young girl who was forced into adulthood, with thick makeup and bright red lipstick, I felt disgusted to see my own face. Wash your face, clean all makeup, then wipe it with a small towel, look in the mirror for a moment, and be stunned for a moment.

"Have I escaped the clutches of the savage man?" ask bathinku.