WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
GARGANIFS

Mr. Arya can't deny it anymore. Kamilia scapegoatedly looked at Arya with a cold gaze. Now he has started to take revenge. The doctor who came to handle it was their family doctor as well. Apparently Arya had chosen the wrong doctor.

"You've missteps Arya, you think this company is already absolutely yours," said Mr. Freza. "Now this company belongs to my daughter, Kamilia," Mr. Freza continued.

"Fuck!" yang Kamilia was shocked. He didn't expect in the least to get this. It wasn't just drama, he was sitting in the director's chair.

"The father has taken care of the documents" said Mr. Freza. No matter what Kamilia said.

Of course Kamilia did not expect, everything happened so quickly. Yesterday he was still curled up with a painful destiny. Now, his high position has been achieved. Kamilia really did not understand what was going on. He never expected a position, out of the clutches of Arya alone he was grateful.

Mr. Arya was escorted by the police, the man still had time to look at Kamilia with a look of regret. Now, his life is ruined, as devastating as it is. His view implies an apology. There was no intention of Kamilia to forgive him.

"Haha hahaha. Just found out who Freza is!?" mr. Freza said with a laugh. He was satisfied with the hard work of his men who were tracking Kamilia's whereabouts. He left Arya's office.

Today Bagas is busy with teaching Kamilia how to manage the company. Kamilia was having trouble. It is with great pleasure that Merry who already knew a lot about the company of Mr. Arya helped him.

"Bagas, it seems like I am unable to manage, just for you," Kamilia said.

"Huss ... everything has its share," Bagas replied as his eyes remained focused on the monitor screen.

"Where can I be a leader, what is my modeling career?"

"You know, Calista's pioneering a career in modeling." Bagas even talked about Calista.

"Who's bringing it?" ask Kamilia again.

"Hendra is your former manager" Bagas said.

Kamilia nodded while looking at how Bagas taught her. Kamilia understood a little bit with Bagas' explanation. He feels more ready now. Kamilia still could not believe what she was going through. Like the Cinderella story.

**

Kamilia did not go home immediately after office hours. After struggling with complicated profit calculations, for a moment he wanted to relax. He drove his car to one place. The place that became his start in Jakarta.

A dimly lit place. However, it still occupied its own space in the corner of his heart. Aunty Melly's place, yes .. now she's sitting in the corner of the Aunty Melly brothel cafe.

"Hi .. Mila!" greet Anita.

"Hi, Anita!" sahut Kamilia's.

Their voices were faintly heard among the frenetic sounds of music. Anita sat down by Kamilia's side. Sofa-shaped chairs make it easier for them to get closer to each other. The two beautiful women engaged in a familiar conversation with an old friend.

"I had a chance to meet Bagas yesterday," Anita said opening the conversation. "How is he?" ask Anita.

His heart was attracted to Bagas. Since yesterday's meeting the shadow of the young man was always present filling his dream. If Bagas were to accept his filthy self, Anita promised to give him her whole life.

"Hem ... What's wrong?" Kamilia mocked Anita. "Where is Aunt Melly going?" Kamilia had not seen the woman welcome her since. Usually he would approach Kamilia immediately.

"Tante Melly's abroad" Anita replied. Anita's cheeks instantly blushed red. He was ashamed of getting the insinuation from Kamilia. The secret of his heart is revealed. I was ashamed that Anita finally admitted it.

"Mila, don't be mad! His sharp eyes have lured me, I know myself enough. It's been trying to forget, but your brother can't get out of my mind, how is this?"

"Hishihi. Who told you to fall in love?" Kamilia chuckled as she mocked Anita again.

So many inexhaustible stories about Bagas from Anita's babble. The girl was so fiery telling me all sides of the good Bagas. Of course Anita did not know, how Kamilia could know Bagas. Had he known, perhaps the girl would have turned around cursing Bagas.

**

So excited Anita told me. Without them noticing the pair of eagle eyes so sharply swooping in, paying attention to them. Eyes sharp but softly shining. He looked at Kamilia so deeply.

For a long time the man watched Kamilia. He remembered how it felt to have met the girl. Forgot, I don't know where. A servant called him.

"Who is that girl?" ask the man to the waiter.

"Kamilia, sir," replied the waiter.

The man's forehead frowned, a sign that his brain was working hard. The servant wondered why the man did not know Kamilia. The woman was quite famous as the model of the Capital.

"He's a model, sir," said the waiter.

"Ouch! Why did I forget!" he shouted while patting his head.

A pretty loud cry. Anita stopped her chatter about Bagas. They looked at the man. A moment Kamilia and the man's gaze clashed. Kamilia looked down, those eyes were too sharp to look at her. Kamilia's heart rippled, for some reason, that gaze was so hypnotic.

Anita elbowed Kamilia. It signaled that the man was too attractive to pass up. He was getting ready to seduce her. Thank goodness he used his services.

"Hi, sir," she said softly. His hand touched the man's shoulder. The man gently took Anita's hand. An elegant rejection.

"By knowing her name," said Anita again. Of course, he had already thrown a naughty smile.

"Garganif" the man replied. His gaze remained fixed on Kamilia.

"Wow! Very nice name, exactly like the owner." Anita did not despair of seducing the man.

"I want that woman" said Garganif.

"No, he's not a resident of this brothel" Anita explained.

"Then I want to talk to him," he said, leaving Anita.

Anita is disappointed Garganif's handsome guy isn't interested in her. Although disappointed Anita was professional. He approached the other guests. The woman offered to make love to him one night. Of course in exchange for a few pieces of red rupiah.

Garganif sat next to Kamilia. He stretched out his hand, saying his name. Welcomed Kamilia with a timid smile. They were silent for a while. Confused to start a conversation from where.

Kamilia who had not healed properly, felt her head slightly dizzy. The woman stood up, Garganif stood up. The man did not want to lose track of Kamilia. Like a hunter, he does not want to lose his target.

"Where are you going, Kamilia?" ask Garganif.

"Go home" Kamilia replied.

"I'm taking you, your face is so pale." Garganif took the initiative to deliver Kamilia. The woman gave him the car keys.

The car drove slowly, the eagle-eyed man was still silent. The stiffness crept into the feelings of the two of them. Kamilia was expecting nothing from the man beside her right now. Experience has taken so much. He no longer wanted to fall into the same hole.

Enough time was full of tears. God has not dried his tears. There is always a story behind the collapse of trust.