WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
PAST TIMES

"A .. aa. .. what?"

Bagas looked at his father not believing. Freza was silent. Bagas came back again, sitting near his father.

Freza just stared, looking far ahead. He was very shocked by the news he had just received. Same with Bagas. The young man looked at his father, asking for an explanation.

Bagas was stunned to hear his father's story. He wanted to see Kamilia soon. He wanted to hear the truth himself from Kamilia's own mouth.

His curiosity brought him back to Kamilia's sleeping side. Hendra was astonished, especially the look on Bagas's face was tangled.

"Why are you back?" ask Hendra.

"What are you doing here for? Don't you have a wife?" The back asked me tightly.

"Defamation! I've never been married!" exclaim Hendra.

"Yes no longer need to be firm" said Bagas. "Can I have a conversation with Kamilia?" ask Bagas to Hendra.

Hendra moved to punch the man in the mouth. However, the awakened Kamilia undoed her intentions.

Bagas beckoned Hendra to leave him for a moment . With an annoyed face Hendra moved out

"Mila," call Hendra.

Kamilia looked at Bagas without saying. His heart was astonished, why Bagas was so daring to meet him in front of Hendra.

In Bagas' heart, there were so many disappointments he wanted to say to Kamilia. He was very disappointed when they turned out to be brothers. Bagas once wanted to tell me that between them there should be no love relationship.

"We need to split up, Mila!" Finally Bagas spoke. Speech with the heart is not synchronous.

Kamilia just put her shoulders together. He did not understand Bagas' attitude. Inwardly astonished, Bagas had just proposed to him. Now, decide. Kamilia had no relationship with him either. His love for being solely afraid of threats. Bagas passed with his face still looking sad.

Kamilia looked at the body of Bagas who disappeared behind the door. Inexhaustible understand why he was always presenting a wound to his heart. He started it and just ended it.

Hendra came in suspiciously. The man did not forget to utter hurtful words to Kamilia.

"What is your business with him? You don't be****** as you used to be, Mila! Don't let me act rude again!"

"I have nothing to do with him."

"Ohhhh!" Hendra yells.

***

From then on Bagas no longer forced Kamilia to serve him. The man always tried to avoid the woman. Of course Kamilia felt that she did not understand all of this.

"Make-up .. make-up! try that a little bit thick powder on Mila's temple! Not good at this on camera!" Bagas gave orders to a make-up artist.

He deftly tidied Kamilia's face so that it was very beautiful on camera. With this kind of awkward atmosphere, Kamilia felt that time wanted to pass quickly.

"You men are good at making wounds" Kamilia said.

Men are only ego figures who just want to win by themselves. They just want to be understood. But they forget to appreciate. There is a side of the heart that should be guarded.

Kamilia looked at Bagas with an unbecoming feeling. That woman should have made a choice. Although he was helpless, but deep down he was still convinced, God was there for him. Even though he was so far from God, he still had faith.

Life is not just two choices. There are so many options for free people. Unlike her, locked up in Hendra's prison of romance.

"Where is he?" The voice startled Kamilia who was daydreaming, waiting for the shooting to resume.

"Eh ... who is it?" Kamilia asked nervously.

"Hendra, who else?" The bagas that was floating in Kamilia's mind, had suddenly sat down beside her.

"Come on," Kamilia replied.

Kamilia only caught a glimpse. His heart ached to see Hendra being alone with Calista.

"Until when are you gonna play him, Mila?" ask Bagas. There was a snarl in his tone.

"What do you care?"

"Of course I care! You are a …." Bagas closed his mouth. "Nearly," her inner.

"What?" Kamilia looked at Bagas curiously.

Bagas shrugged his shoulders, then left the woman. Kamilia increasingly felt that there was something Bagas was hiding from her. However, today Kamilia had no desire to pursue an explanation from the man.

"Just like, nothing makes you happy. Does a man like me who wallows in black mud, not deserve to be happy." Kamilia's heart was busy grumbling.

Infinite wounds plastered his heart. Kamilia sometimes felt strong, desperate and suffering. How could he run, while his legs were chained to the covenant.

**

"Why can he be my sister?"

There was a loud sound of Bagas by Kamilia who was secretly trailing Bagas. The woman thought Bagas would return to her apartment. It turned out that the man went home to his father, Mr. Freza.

Quickly Kamilia took refuge behind the wall. He wondered who Bagas' sister was. Every now and then the woman looked towards the two of them. Mr. Freza with his gloomy face. So too with Bagas's face.

"He used to work at your grandfather's house." Mr. Freza started talking.

"Then ... Kamilia?" Bagas' question managed to make Kamilia's ears tapered. What was his name in their conversation.

"It was just an accident" Mr. Freza said, his eyes still glaring.

"Accident ... accident how until you have a child!?" Bagas shouted furiously.

"So, I'm Mr. Freza's son" said the Inner Kamilia. His hand closed his mouth in shock.

Praangs.

Accidentally the woman's hand nudged a small urn. Falling and breaking into pieces.

"Who is that?" Bagas hunt towards the origin of the sound.

There was no one when Bagas got to the front room. Only a pet white cat Mr. Freza was looking at him.

"Only cats," grumbled Bagas. The young man went back to Freza.

Kamilia ran out, for a moment she hid behind a large flower pot. Take cover from Bagas's view. Lucky the gatekeeper since Kamilia entered was nowhere in place.

He came home with a wandering mind. Not understanding their conversation at all.

"Why is my name suddenly called? Or just by chance," Kamilia thought. Kamilia thought of a name that happened to be the same as her. "If it's just a coincidence, why did Bagas cancel his proposal?"

Aah, Kamilia is very clueless. He never knew anything about his mother's life. He only knew from the moment he remembered, his father, Ibrahim.

There was nothing strange in her mother's house. Only his father's attitude was sometimes very rude to his mother and himself.

Wait, his father loved to call him the unlucky bearer. "What do you mean, huh?" Kamilia.

Bagas' attitude was also very awkward in Kamilia's eyes. However, Kamilia understood that she was only a stopover for Bagas. If not for the business with Calista, did not want his body touched by the man. Without feeling Kamilia until also at home.

Kamilia rushed to her room. When he heard strange sounds from inside.

"Female basis ******!" Kamilia shouted hysterically. He threw the bag at the woman.