The Beautiful Doll of the Judge
Been a Long Time

I went back to the dinner table as if I had not heard. He continued his breakfast.

"Honey. I'm really sorry" Jun said quietly as he sat next to his wife.

The woman did not react. He chewed the rice he had just bribed with a flat look.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I really feel guilty for you. Never thought of me, I underestimated your position. Never does. You're as important as my heart."

The woman only glanced at the man from the corner of her eyes, but she did not want to say a word.

"Julia, I'm sorry. What do I have to do to make amends?"

The woman began to look. "I'm not as important as you are. I'm just a prisoner who doesn't deserve to be remembered. Maybe I'm not that old."

"Julia, don't you say that." The man grabbed his wife's hand. He wanted to encourage his wife, that the truth would definitely be revealed and she would definitely be released. "I'm putting you on this mission so you feel like you're fighting for your fate. You can and you can." He held his wife's hand tightly.

I just watched the man clasping his hands. To be honest, he was getting more and more confused at his position. What he should consider this man a friend, but they are married. What he should consider this man a husband, but that is done only to cover up other problems. There is no love, but the more the day his heart gets dragged by a current that he does not know where it is going.

The woman pulled her hand from Jun's grasp. "You better get ready, Mom. He said he'd go to the office in the morning?"

Jun was a little disappointed when Khati pulled her hand. He felt that he had not fully comforted the grieving wife. "Am I gonna get you some ice cream, honey?" The man gave his best smile.

The woman smiled for a moment. "I can buy it myself, Mom. 'And I'm going to gym."

"Say what you want, I'll buy it after the office." The man refocused with his breakfast a little more done.

"The divorce papers may be," said the wife, originally.

Jun was shocked. "Julia ... Don't you let go of that problem again," she asked half angrily.

The woman glanced at the husband with a big smile, mocking him. "He he he, I'm just kidding."

Jun could feel, the wife was still angry at him. "Julio ...."

With a cold face, Khati tidied her husband's tie. "Come, hurry up and go. You'll be late. Anyway, today I have to see Damar again, right?"

The man looked at his wife with questions in his head. Actually she did not want Khati to meet her ex-husband, but if she was selfish Khati could not survive. Just one more step left, and after that he wanted to make peace with Khati. He knew, Khati must be the same as himself, as if in the uncertainty of connection that makes the two of them confused stepping together. Jun was sure, Khati also loved herself. "Do you want to come with me to the office?"

"What?" Both of his wife's beautiful eyes were fiddled. "Oh, I don't think it's necessary. I'm not one to spy on a husband."

"It's not. I'll take you to the Mall later, when it's gym time."

The woman nodded indifferently. "No need, Mom. I'm not a kid anymore."

"I'll come back later for lunch with you at the Mall."

Why would he go back and forth to the Mall anyway? "Don't I have to meet Damar, Mas?" The woman's forehead is wrinkled.

"Eh, maybe you're lazy to meet Damar, honey." The man rubbed his mouth with a napkin to eat and drink his tea.

This time the wife spoke a little professionally. Maybe the more days he gets into his work well. Jun had to go to the office alone.

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Kati turned on her phone, then moved it to recording mode. He then closed his bag and stepped out of the gym. He had expected, the man would come after him again.

"Julia."

As expected. The man came in with his best smile, and he also had to start with the old charade that he still kept on humming. Surprised to see the sudden arrival of the man at the gymnastics venue. "You don't work, Dam?"

The man rubbed his head. "Eh, I'm recovering and still on leave looking for you from yesterday. Where were you yesterday, I was looking?"

"Mmd? Of course with my husband. Yesterday's holiday, my husband was home. So of course I accompanied him."

"Oh." There was a disappointed look whenever Khati talked about her husband, but she had to reiterate it from the beginning so that the man could find another woman besides Julia. She also hopes her ex-husband is happy after two marriages and failed.

"My dad also came from England, so we had a family event to get to know each other."

That guy looks uncomfortable. He cleared a minute. "Oh, it's a good thing I didn't call ya, so don't interrupt your family event."

Khati actually can't. It was seen that the man was almost crying. Suddenly, Damar's hand held the woman's hand. "Yuk, we're eating. You must be tired of the sport."

"Eh, Damar ...."

The man seemed unconcerned and continued to pull Khati to the escalator. The two climbed up while holding on.

"Room." Khati tried to pull his hand, but the man did not let go.

"We're friends. Accompany me to recover by eating a healthy diet" said the bespectacled man trying to smile. Julia is the cure of her heart. Of course he wouldn't let that woman just walk away.

Luckily, I wear sunglasses. Otherwise, it is possible that the existence of the two of them who join hands with each other will become a viral new rumor. Khati tried not to be a public concern with a little down.

They went to a restaurant they used to go to together. It was Julia's favorite fine Italian restaurant. Damar also came to his favorite place, in a corner near the window whose view led into the Mall.

"What pasta do you want now, Julia?" Damar opened the menu book.

"Lho, weren't you the one who wanted to eat?" I'm careful with his friendly smile.

"Eh, usually fished first. I like it when I see you eat, so I'll order the food."

"Mmh, how about I order the same for you too?" The woman slightly gave a wink to the bespectacled man.

"Oh, yeah." Damar looked at Julia trying to decipher the gap earlier.

At that time, Khati hated herself. She felt far from God, by teasing her ex-husband again, opening his headscarf and hijab, and later she felt herself so cheap with clothes that could not cover her entire body. He longs for his old self but he yearns more to get back close to his Lord.

O Allah, forgive me my sins, O Allah. Who can't go back to being who I was. Who cannot obey your orders. Can I go back to what I used to be, O God. Which is always in Your way, which you always shine with Your light. O Allah, show Your servant the way back.