WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
SECRET OF CAMILLIA

Kamilia tried to hold back the tears from falling again. Saiful's story made her so shaken. The Aib that he should have been guarding was now useless to be covered up. All about her Saiful knows.

"You ... Did you see me, Kang?" ask Kamilia lirih.

"Yes" answered Saiful.

Oh, dearGod. Kamilia covered her dead red face. His embarrassment made him now naked in front of Saiful. Everything he shut down was now open. What happens when the villagers know. Behind his charm as a model, stored the decay of the past.

Kamilia looked at Saiful with an indescribable look. Like a beggar, asking for the man's mercy. Like a patient who hopes for forgiveness.

"I never told anyone else, Tika," Saiful said. The man understood with Kamilia's gaze expecting understanding. "I know you are only a victim of your father."

"He's not my father" Kamilia said quickly. A moment later he closed his mouth, eager to slap his mouth that was speechless.

Saiful looked at him with a question mark. He was hoping for an explanation from Kamilia's words just now. Kamilia did not immediately reply. He considered the bad good to be blunt.

"I'm someone else's son." Kamilia finally spoke. However, she is reluctant to detail her mother's life first. It's her mother's secret that needs to be kept.

Saiful understood, he did not ask much more. She used to hear the chirping of the villagers against the Kamilia family.

**

"Absolutely Ibrahim is his son." As soon as Saiful heard the neighbor talk when she was a teenager.

"He's not his son, really. Naturally he is fierce, his mother does not want to be frank, who is the father?"

"Have you given birth four months, where did you come from? Thankfully, Abraham did not divorce her. Maybe she wasn't a real woman."

Saiful, who was a teenager at the time, listened to the babble of his neighbors. He did not fully understand what they were talking about.

Now that he's grown up, you understand what they're talking about. In the past, he only understood Mr. Ibrahim's son –Kartika had a very sweet smile.

**

"I can't tell you about my mother" Kamilia said.

"I am, Tika, I understand," Saiful stuttered. He was ashamed of Kamilia for being caught daydreaming.

They both fell silent, drifting in each other's minds. Kamilia with the path of fate that is so draining of tears. Saiful lives a life with a broken heart. Like a bird, he cannot fly because his wings are injured.

The love between them is real and sincere. However, fate did not let them mate. Saiful remained in waiting, while Kamilia was knitting the strings of love with the others.

Actually their hearts are tired to endure this state. For them this world is very hard, so it takes a lot of energy to accept reality.

"It's late, I'm home" said Kamilia breaking the silence.

Without waiting for Saiful's reply, Kamilia passed. The man inhaled the fragrance of Kamilia's body passing by beside him. His heart immediately thumped. Quickly he brushed off that feeling.

""Yes, Tika." Saiful said it was almost inaudible.

**

When Garganif came home, he did not find Kamilia and Rinai at home. Garganif didn't know where to look. On second thought he finally met Bagas.

Bagas was furious with Garganif's confession. She almost hit Kamilia's husband in the face. If it's not blocked by Freza.

"What's this?" ask Freza.

"He has hurt Kamilia" Bagas said. His eyes lit up with anger, wanting to feel like he was punching the face in front of him.

Garganif told Kamilia's misunderstanding of him. Bagas who caught the smell of infidelity among them, furious to hear the words Garganif.

"A I'm –"

"That's it," cut Freza. "What do you want now?"

"I just want Kamilia back, where should I look?" ask Garganif.

"The husband is useless!" kecam Bagas's. "Come with me!" tell Bagas again.

Bagas suspected that Kamilia went to her mother's house. He'll follow her there. His sister's business is willing to accept Garganif or not, that's a later business.

"How dare you hurt my sister, your life is at stake!" threaten Bagas's.

Garganif did not answer. She felt guilty, Paulina's presence in her confessor had already made her heart tremble again. Although this is wrong, Garganif can not avoid.

The man did not want to lose Kamilia but he also wanted to nurture this vibe. Garganif is helpless against his first love who is now present again.

Bagas drove his car with an unsettled heart. What if Kamilia was not at her mother's house. Where else to look for it. Bagas glanced furiously at the man beside him. The man was sure that Garganif's heart was double.

The two people who both loved Kamilia unintentionally looked at each other. The view of Bagas shot sharply through Garganif's eyes. Garganif looked nervous, at that time Bagas was able to guess the man's heart.

Silent in the rigidity of their respective attitudes, make Garganif look for ways to repel boredom. Bagas also tuned music loudly. His heart was irritated at Garganif.

By evening they arrived. Rinai welcomes Garganif with a tight hug. Garganif kissed his son. While Kamilia was standing at the doorway looking at those who had just arrived.

**

"We're going home, Mila," Garganif said.

Kamilia was silent, in her eyes still imagined her husband was holding the woman's hand. It was so bad Kamilia remembered all of that.

Bagas deliberately brought Rinai to play. He gave them a chance to talk, without interruption. However, Kamilia's heart was already petrified. Garganif tried hard to convince her that she would not repeat her actions.

"Me and Paulina are just friends, we go home," Garganif asked once again.

"Your behavior is very painful" Kamilia said.

"Give me another chance, Paulina just remembers Rico," Garganif said.

"Looks Rico, you're the one who's into the breakout, is that it?" ask Kamilia cynically.

"I don't want to argue, honey. We just have to go home, that's all" replied Garganif diplomatically.

"Once again you do that, I won't forgive you. That means trash has found his place." Kamilia gave her husband a final ultimatum.

"Yes, Honey. I can't live without you. You and Rinai are hope, we age together" Garganif said. The man approached Kamilia. Hugged her warm and then kissed her forehead.

While Kamilia was preparing to return to Jakarta, Garganif went to look around. He passed a simple house. There was a handsome man sitting on his porch.

Garganif suddenly felt that the person's gaze was so piercing. At first glance his eyes glinted with anger, but Garganif did not know the man. Garganif put his shoulders down and passed.

"Who is he? Why is his view so angry?" inner Garganif.

The man did not go through the village. Suddenly his mood was shattered because of that man. A feeling of worry ambushed him, even though he did not know the person.

Ayunina looked at Kamilia with a feeling of loss. It was impossible for him to always be next to his daughter. Ibrahim is sickly now. The old man had already begun to reap his karma. The liquor undermined his body's resilience. He could only lie weak. Kamilia wanted to let him. Life or death he doesn't care.

"The wounds you infused are now rotten. My heart is too hateful to just pity you," Kamilia wrote in her heart.