In the tourist places like Kuta and Ubud ( Bali ), and undoubtedly somewhere else either, young women who are to lame to work can rent a baby to get money from the tourists, begging at tourists that is.
You, me or any other tourist wandering through the streets like a wandering wallet are the obvious target of this apparently 'pathetic' girls. The women, who have a needle in their hands you are not allowed to see, are waiting for you to pass by. Then they see you, they inject the needle into the baby's back, and so they cry like crazy, to show you they are in terrible hunger for days. With a sound, almost crying, you hear the girl say "Aduh, kasiaaaaan, anak
ini sakit, ngga bisa bayar dokter, minta uang". Then I ask in proper Indonesian where they rented the child, and to show me the needle.
The girls just don't seem to hear the question and go on talking about the fact that they don't have any money to buy any food, and they would like to see some money from me. Of course I do the same and do my 'thing' again, now in Jawa Kasar.
In this kind of Balinese street trading and other forms of prostitution are normally no Balinese people involved. In the 70's I dropped by in Afghanistan once in a while. The effect of the Balinese babies is much worse there. In that country there is really not enough food, there are no unused fertile pieces of country. Afghanistan consists for about 80% of salt/sand areas.
In one way or another you/me get to meet someone, most of the time a youngster. In the first conversation you will be introduced to eachother with mimics and body-language. It's clear that the contact is wanted. At a given moment the unavoidable question whether you would like to meet the family.
Arriving there you meet the family, have a seat on the floor or somewhere else. During the conversation you get a cup of tea and the atmosphere slowly changes. You discover that the father of the family is ill and can't work. The doctor is unaffordable and brother and sister can't go to school because there is no money. The cup of tea you get was the last one they had. Then they point to you, the big, fat and over all rich European which should feel morally harassed. He gets his wallet, puts some banknotes on the table.
In those early years I was fooled by that once, so this time I will watch closely what I'm doing. I watch to my watch, and say that I have to go away before I'm too late. Not showing that I don't have a watch at all. I walk out and say 'Tudelu', leaving the bewildered family behind. That means that if they want to contact me again, I already say: "Kalau ada pamrih langsung saya pergi!"