The Price of Virginity
In the morning

Amira really hopes, Darmawan can help her out of the trap Mami Merry.

He could not imagine having to live like Asmah and his other comrades, really not wanting to be like them. Behind the pleasure of obtaining or purchasing something material, there is indivisibility, sorrow, and suffering hidden in the hearts of Asmah and others.

Asmah does sometimes tell stories, as well as showing luxury items and jewelry given by the wearer of his services, but sometimes he also returned home in a state of body full of bruises. Torture and abusive treatment obtained after serving customers suffering from sexual disorders. It is not only Asmah who has experienced such a bad event, almost all have experienced it. The fear, trauma, pain, they must experience as a result of the violence and inhumane treatment they get. Maybe their lives are moving faster. Pleasure, sadness, spinning and changing in the blink of an eye might even be at the same time.

Does that bother Mami Merry? Not at all. All of his foster children are considered merchandise for him, free to be treated anything by the buyer, as long as there is a profit in the transaction.

The giant monster no longer had a conscience. The dirty business he lived, the money from illegal transactions he ate, made his heart blackened, unable to be penetrated by light, either in the form of pity, pity or worry for the fate of his men, he said, everything is no longer good for him.

"Amira." A reprimand from Darmawan awakens him from his daydreams.

"I, Om," he replied, as his fingers tidied the strands of hair that hung on his forehead, continuing by wiping the water flowing from his eyes, making his sullen cheeks wet.

"Come with me" he asked, standing out, followed by Amira behind him, walking to the side of the villa. Passing through the pool and then walk towards the park which is shaped like a small hill slightly uphill, with a path as wide as half a meter, with a footpath, small pebbles and round garden lights on the left and right of the road. There are six lights with dim light that look neatly lined up against each other.

On a small hill, there is

a knee-high bench about two steps long, made of wood, makes a mound of earth about half the size of a badminton field, which is covered in green grass looks beautiful charming, a medium-sized but leafy tree is right next to the wooden bench.

"Sitting Amira." sounds more like an order than a solicitation.

Amira sat next to Darmawan and began to notice the front view. Stunned and amazed to see the enchanting scenery as it is today. From its current seat, the street lights and houses below the valley are clearly visible, with a typical wind gust of mountains. In her heart, Amira was grateful to be able to witness such a beautiful sight.

"Tell me, Amira, what would you do if you were free of your nanny?" tanya Darmawan started the conversation, without turning her head towards Amira, her gaze straight at the dark mountains in front of her.

Amira was silent, both hands clutching her body tightly, turned her head and looked momentarily at Darmawan, who was still staring straight, cool with his own imagination or perhaps thinking, what steps he wants to take.

"It's innocent and innocent of this little girl" he said.

"I don't want to be a fool, don't want to be a comfort woman. I'm afraid of being a victim of Om's torture, like my comrades in the shelter." Tears began to pool at the corner of his net. Then turned his eyes back to the bottom of the valley.

"Torture? Meanin?" Darmawan stood up, walked two steps closer to the end of the hill, lit his cigarette, sucked it slowly, his face straight towards the mountains, then turned around, facing towards Amira.

"Many of my friends have been victims of guest violence, Om. Sometimes Mami Merry and her bouncers do too," explained Amira, swiping her palms, the cold started coming back.

"I remember very well, when I was only nine." Amira was silent for a moment, trying to remember the event, took a deep breath, then continued to tell stories.

"At that time, someone tried to escape from the shelter, after getting his first period, Nurul name. Caught by her bouncer Mami Merri at the end of the street out of the prostitution site, then dragged to face Mami, and...." Amira began to cry sobbing, her palms covering her face, reminiscing about an event that traumatized her.

"And .. and, he was tortured in front of all of us! In front of little children our age, until they die. Till death, Om! Till death!" Amira told me until she screamed, the pent-up fear wanted her to immediately throw, crying loudly she, trying to let go of all suffering. To the point of shaking his body, it felt a heavy trauma of fear that he felt.

Darmawan walked over, again sitting next to Amira. Fidgeting and like being wrong all over him. What should he do looking at Amira's condition like this.

Embrace the small body, then pressed towards his chest, a sense of wanting to protect began to envelop Darmawan's heart. Amira cried sobbing in the sturdy body, unconsciously one hand hugged the body of the man. Amira, a young, petite woman, who has never felt the protection and affection of an adult man. Never knew the figure of the father, did not know what it was like to have an older brother, in the arms of Darmawan, Amira felt it all. He felt a peace that he never had. Spilling all her tears soaking into the body of the adult man who was secretly kissing the hair of the young young girl, diverted her gaze to the night sky, looking a moon half hidden in shame, looking, sparkling stars as thousands of fireflies sparkling a bright faint glittering light, muttering slowly Darmawan in a sedu sedan of young girls and the cold mountain air.

"I'll protect you, Amira. I'll protect you. You deserve a better life" promised her heart, not wanting to be heard by the little girl.

slowly, Darmawan did not hear the sound of Amira's cry, he slowly brought the beautiful face close to his face, and the innocent girl apparently fell asleep in his arms. Looks tired once face face.revealed the head of Amira his body, hugged tighter, very tight. His eyes looked back at the sky, looking for one of the brightest stars up there, intending to send a message to the idol.

"What should I do about this little girl Khalila?" hope the sky opens a path and then delivers a message to the brightest star.