WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
THE DREAM SOWER

Kamilia looked away. I really want to mix up with the night. He did not want to meet the owner of the voice. If he could, he wanted to turn into the wind, sneaking away unnoticed.

"Carticles?" He still repeated the question.

Kamilia removed the sadness from her eyes, a smile she forced to appear perfect on her lips. The owner of the voice was the filler of his dreams all along. Before this disaster came to ravage his life.

"Kang Saiful." Kamilia smiled.

Fortunately, the night was so dark that the dreamer did not see any red streaks on Kamilia's body. The blasphemy that Kamilia had to hide from anyone. What answer should Kamilia give, if Saiful asked where the sign of persecution came from.

"I was looking for you when you didn't come to teach. Your mother said you went to town to work. Really true?" ask Saiful.

"true." Kamilia answered short. He stood up, wanting to leave and leave the young man. Shame comes when he realizes how dirty he is now.

Kamilia stepped out of Saiful. The young man was momentarily stunned to see Kamilia not wanting to linger with him. "Don't he know? It's almost crazy, when I don't see him anymore, he's sitting around listening to me teaching najai, "Saiful's inner self.

Kamilia continued to step away from the young man. Rushing his pace, before the rushes left many traces with Saiful's questions.

Saiful's gaze swooped through the night. If he could, he wanted to pierce through Kamilia's heart. Nothing he did when Kamilia passed. It felt like a step too small to chase after the girl of his mind.

Kamilia was crying in her room. His eye bags were full again until they burst. He regretted this meeting, nor should Saiful have caught him grieving. Cry silently in the dark of the night.

Saiful came home when the night was half gone. He was determined to see Kamilia tomorrow. Whatever he will face, the origin of the heart remains on the side.

"I make sure tomorrow, it's time for me to be the sole owner of your heart, Kartika," Saiful muttered.

The young man was not happy with his dream, about the village flower named Kartika. A smile was engraved on his lips, for a dream that always disturbed his sleep.

*****

Summer still burns the benthic. Fragmented soil and drought accompanied Kamilia's departure. He was just saying goodbye to his mother. Hugged for a while because I couldn't bear to not cry. Kamilia was determined to become a strong woman from this moment on. He did not want to set his foot back in this village. Revenge has now taken over his soul. His father spoke again last night loudly.

"You must return to the city, Kartika! Want to sell myself I don't care" said his father.

As usual, Kamilia was silent. Touching the pain all over his body due to the scuffles, now increased also with words from his father. "Civilized!" inner cursing.

The girl hid her face between the bus seat and the window glass. Where does the journey go? He just took a bus in Jakarta. He had heard about the city for a long time. A city that offers all dreams, as well as a cruel city, cruel stepmother. "Where more cruel is the city with the father?" muttered.

Kamilia smiled wryly. Her pretty face was a little pale from lack of sleep last night. He thought about his life purpose. Uninvited the dream sower came to check his mind as well.

Saiful was also similarly unable to sleep, restless wanting the morning to come soon. When he kept his promise, Saiful immediately went to Kamilia's house.

He did not find the girl, only the old woman whose eyes were open welcomed. For a moment Saiful hesitated to ask.

"Australia ...."

The old woman cut off Saiful's words by showing her hand towards the road. Saiful followed the direction of the index. Instantly his brain thought fast that the girl was gone.

Saiful ran as fast as he could. He doesn't want his future to go away. Kamilia had to live with him. He was willing to do whatever it was as long as the girl remained by his side.

With a hunting breath, he reached the big road. The only access to the city. Only a puff of gasoline-smelling smoke greeted him. Kamilia is gone.

****

"empty?" A beautiful woman asked for a chair next to Kamilia. 

Kamilia was startled, then reflexively nodded. The beautiful woman smiled, then sat down. The girl continued her daydream while looking at the streets.

"I'm Melly, call me Aunt Melly." The woman said her name without being asked.

"Camilies." I don't know why the word just came out of his mouth. It did not occur to him to mention the name Kartika again, because for him the name was dead. 

"Good name" said Aunt Melly.

"My name is good, only the destiny is not good" said Kamilia slowly, barely heard.

"What's? your luck's not good?" ask Aunt Melly.

"Ooh no .. no," Kamilia argued.

Apparently the woman's hearing was razor sharp. Kamilia tried not to say anything. This guy is a stranger, his brain rings alerted.

Seeing Kamilia speechless, Aunt Melly fell silent. Their minds are both wandering. Plans about the future must be prepared. Kamilia must have a thousand powers to endure the pain. That ability was the only way to survive in the capital.

The glitter of lights greeted Kamilia in the capital. The girl stepped foot. Confusion led him to a coffee shop. He ordered a glass.

Aunt Melly with all her stratagems looked at Kamilia. His forging experience became all-knowing about one's character. So did Kamilia's innocent face so easily recognized.

Pretending to be a coffee buyer anyway, the woman sat down near Kamilia. The girl was shocked by the arrival of Aunt Melly.

"Tante," Kamilia greeted.

It feels like a tadung together, the bait was eaten by fish. Aunt Melly put on her best smile for Kamilia. The long chat made Kamilia agree to join Aunt Melly. The girl felt, this time God helped her in time.

A bright smile was etched on the lips of the girl. A speck of hope rose again to climb into the future. A blue taxi drove them to a large house.

"Come on, Mila, we're here!" aunt Melly said.

Kamilia stood for a moment watching the spacious house. Aunt Melly held her hand to enter immediately.

"Well, bring it!" A young girl exclaimed as she waved at Aunt Melly.

"Huss!" Aunt Melly laughed crisply.

"Dear, here." Another beautiful girl said.

Kamilia just kept silent not understanding. She is amazed by the beautiful house of Aunt Melly. A question ranted in his mind, "Who are the girls?"

Kamilia was given a room by Aunt Melly. A nice room, but it's better the room was in Mr. Heru's house.

"Damn why do I remember that lecherous man?" Kamilia unceasingly cursed her mind. Why was the man suddenly present? As if a bad sign.