Gita Dusk Geetruida
Forced to Work

"I-I became Himawari's nanny, her son."

"He paid you a big sum of money with bonuses, but only made you his babysitter? I heard you became a lover, also sent you to school but did not want to make you his personal 'carer? Haha, it seems like Mr. Takeshi is really out of his mind."

"Mommy, please .. I don't want to work like Iianjo anymore. Please just give me a lawful job, really mi. .. so cook, nyuci workers I am willing," once again Aya pleaded.

"Can't Arrabella, I've put in a lot of effort and effort, aided by Arata, to bring you here. The beauty and beauty of your body will be in vain if you choose to be a maid," Irene refused.

Now Aya understood, Arata, the man who had almost harassed her on the ship first turned out to be safe and then cooperated with Irene

"I-I'm a married woman, I don't want to betray my husband, coming back as a comfort woman will just tarnish our marriage." Aya revealed reality, hoping that it could change Irene's decision.

"Married? Haha ... why is there no news that Mr. Takeshi has married you?" Behind her laughter, Irene harbors worries, she is exhausted if Arrabella's whereabouts are found and found out Takeshi has kidnapped Arrabella.

"Not Mr. Takeshi, but Agastya. I'm married to Agastya, mi."

"Well, who's Agastya?"

"Assistant Mr. Takeshi."

"Haha, your husband is just an assistant as it turns out?" Irene was instantly relieved. "No problem. There is no evidence that you are married. The fool is your husband, willing to marry a broad woman who has obviously been used by another man."

Once again Aya was unable to evade his destiny, although now 18 years old, more mature when he first plunged into jugun ianfu first, still 14 years old, still, but he has no power to decide for himself his choice. Ah, secretly Aya regretted her innocence that did not think long when picked up by the person who claimed from the intelligence party the other day of age made her beauty more mature. 'Lord, help me ... Mas Aga, where are you, mas? Get me out of this place, mas.' cried Aya in the heart.

***

'Wisma Evergreen' is the name of the place Irene chose for her new venture in the same field as the ianjo, which is a place that offers satisfaction services for striped men. And .. This is where Aya's suffering repeated, being a worker under the care of Irene's mother, doing the same task while in the ianjo just different terms. A little difference just in the place now, in addition to being a landlady and an intermediary, Irene's mother also worked actively to offer herself.

"Listen Arrabella, you can only walk away from me if there is a man who can pay you a fortune, more than what the takehi master has paid, haha. And don't try to escape because, I still have a great bodyguard, who is ready to torture you at any time" Irene threatened Aya.

"Ah, Arata .. why, just this morning you are pushing me now to wear it, still unsatisfied?" Sahut Irene with bulging eyes.

"No, I'm just asking for an appointment. Before you throw him into the arms of another customer, he should satisfy me first," Arata glanced mischievously at Aya, as if stripping him naked with his gaze.

"Ck .. please be patient, Arata. We have to play safe anyway. Arrabella hasn't cleaned her body and hasn't been given a pregnancy-preventing injection. I'll make sure you're his first man, okay?" Irene thaws while pushing Arata out of the room. "But if you can't stand it I'm ready to play with you now" whispered Irene teasing the dashing and handsome former Japanese Navy soldier.

"Ah, come on then." Arata immediately carried Irene ala bridal style.

"Arrabella I need first, you use the ingredients I prepared to take care of your body and in the afternoon a nurse will come to give you an injection," irene's message before it disappears from Aya's sight.

Understanding the 'necessities' in question, Aya simply nodded. There was no choice, he complied with Irene's request. By befriending her tears Aya does a series of body treatments. Now he can only remember with tears and tears . warmth with his new family at the home of Mr. Takeshi, mas Aga her husband who always wants one day they have a home and happy with their children later.

Being a woman under Irene's care, she had to bury her hopes, live happily with the Aga mas, forget her ideals of being a worker and want to be reunited with her family. Being a woman 'wisma evergreen' seems to justify what Mr. Isao once said to her that once was a prostitute, still you will be a prostitute, still you have been spun by many men.' Yes, it is true what Isao said, as hard as he had tried even Mr. Takeshi to send her to the university level anyway reality. 'Well, what can happen, God?' muttered Aya among her sobs.

***

"It's over, Arrabella?" Irene with a cheerful face approached Aya. Aya smiled at the appearance of Irene who had changed clothes, remember her mood would be much better every time she finished making love with mas Aga. A feeling of relief that was able to make him sellau think 'all must be fine.'

"What are you thinking? Even daydreaming, have you finished taking care of your body?" Repeat Irene.

"Eh, already. Already, mi. Stay put on body lotion," said Aya.

"Alright, that's the officer's coming. Injections there first so that tomorrow night you can start working" said Irene. Work it? When you should hear the word 'work' then what is resolved is someone who is diligent in doing certain tasks at the table, in the field, in the kitchen, in the rice field or anything that is racking the brain, energy and mind. But unlike the 'work' version of Irene, certainly a job that squeezes the energy and expertise of erotic dancing in bed while sighing to satisfy customers. It sounds easy and fun, but in reality the heart and self-esteem must be destroyed to fill the contents of the pouch and stomach.

'The attitude, behavior and dress of a woman determine how she should be appreciated, ' ' was still ringing the words mas Aga in Aya's ear when Aya was compiling some sheets of clothes that Irene's mother gave her. The clothes that her husband only allowed her to wear only when they were alone in the room. Some are not even worth mentioning as body cover because the material actually exposes the body of the wearer. If the same husband, work and wear these clothes, may include worship but if the same other people? Obviously sin. Aya shook her head as she muttered, "I'm sorry, mas. I don't have a choice."