The Beautiful Doll of the Judge
Powerless

Jun, who accidentally stumbles upon Khati's case, eventually learns that the woman, like herself, was betrayed by the same cheating partner. Therefore he was determined to help the woman, because through this woman who became his wife, he could take revenge. Honey, Khati who is forgiving and still loves her ex-husband, not as thoughtful as him to inevitably be forced to tie the woman to marriage.

The man returned home and entered his study. There he took out a folded paper containing Khati's signature from his pants pocket. Jun was still confused, where he would hide the paper now. Ah, I know. That safe place is in ....

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I woke up with heavy eyes due to sleepiness. He realized he was in a place he did not recognize. The ceiling. Yes ... The ceiling of the room is different.

The woman swept the room with her neutrality. A minimalist and large room but not as big ... Memory paralyzed. He tried to gather awareness so that he would know what happened to him last time. Shortly ....

"Aah!" The woman immediately sat down from her sleep. He also felt something different about his face. Like being covered in something but his senses still freely doing his job. Touch that face. There is a kind of piece of cloth wrapped around the face and it feels painful to say touched. "G ...."

He's disappointed. His face has been operated. How else would he refuse, this has happened. Khati now has to move on with a different face.

He recalled again how he had last balked at this operation but he was helpless. Her husband still forced his will and now he has to how? Living with someone else's identity can be that easy?

The woman clenched her fist in anger. How the face of the husband looks when angry. It was as horrible as a hungry lion. But he defended the right to his own body, why wouldn't the man listen?

No tears fell and soaked the bandage on the face. "Ac ...!" He felt pain around his eyes. Even to cry for his fate, he cannot. How sad his life is now.

The woman looked ahead. Behind the thin, translucent curtains, he saw a large glass window facing the balcony. He was interested in coming there.

He lowered his legs and stepped towards the glass, then opened it. The wind from the outside was a little slow even though the sun was shining brightly. There is a view of several multi-storey buildings in front of him that can be seen more clearly from here. He did not recognize the buildings. It seems he has moved to Singapore, because in Jakarta there are no buildings like he sees now.

The air from outside seemed to free his mind that was tangled with life. He thought being married to Jun could at least alleviate the problem, but what happened was that he got into new trouble. Until now he did not understand why the husband insisted that he change his face into the face of the beautiful woman. Besides, is it possible? His body is fat. She can't be Julia.

For a long time he was silent there, he did not realize someone had entered the room and was now approaching him. The man stood quietly behind the woman for a while. "heart."

The woman was surprised and turned around. He saw Jun already standing not far from him. He slowly retreated with an annoyed look. "What are you here for? Go there! I don't want to see your face again!" roaring. Kati wants to be angry but it feels useless. He feels trapped by Jun to follow a plot that he does not know for what.

The man looks calm. He just doesn't know what to say. A moment later he sighed softly. "At least you eat. It's lunchtime. I brought food."

The woman did not answer. He just turned his face back to look at the scene that lay before him. Unresponsive, the man then left.

With jet-black long hair fluttering in the wind, Khati again held on to the spot. Some time he felt at peace until the man came back.

"heart."

The woman ignored him. Jun tried to touch the wife's hand but the woman immediately brushed it off rudely. Seeing that, the man ventured to reach for Khati's arm.

"Jun .. Get off me! Release!" The woman revolted as her husband clasped her hand tightly. "Take me off, you son of a bitch!" He beat the man's arm to let go. "June!"

"Lunch time is over and you haven't eaten since morning. Go, in! The wind had already started to tighten," the man's stern remark was quite shocking to the wife. He brought Khati into the room and locked the window. He didn't care as hard as the woman's blow and repulsion to him.

"I can't leave you alone now. You're my wife. Come on, now you eat." Loudly and reassuringly the man spoke to Khati. He should be like that now, otherwise he would just be carried away emotionally like his wife.

Hearing that sentence was actually moved by Khati but he was proud to show his feelings. "No want! Unhand me!"

"You haven't prayed Zuhur, have you?" Jun lowered his tone. This time he had a lot of time with his wife because he was away from Jakarta. He could slowly persuade her because he knew Khati had no choice.

"Mmd? Zuhur Prayer?" The woman's netra is breaking.

"Also not praying yet, but it's not necessary. You just woke up?" Seeing the Khati who was starting to calm down, he let go of the woman.

Step into the bathroom immediately.

"Be careful, where are you going?"

"Milk."

"Your face still can't get water, Khati."

"Eh?"

"Just take care of it."

The woman according. He sits on the wall of the room. After that he unpacked his cloth bag to take the mukena. He still saw the man sitting there in a chair. "What do you want still here?" he asked the man.

"Make sure you eat." Jun straightened his legs and folded his hands on his chest.

Khati was forced to let him sit there. After the prayer, the woman put her face back in the bag and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jun got his wife's dinner plate. "Can you eat by yourself?"

"Of course!" sahut Khati returned in an annoyed tone. She grabbed the plate her husband had put out. But he did not eat it, he just stirred the rice without end.

Jun was getting upset. He sat down next to Khati and grabbed the plate. "Here, I help."

"Gee!" The woman was just getting upset. "I can eat by myself" he lamented.

"Oh, I'm just. Come on, a ...." Jun gave an example of opening his mouth by thrusting a spoon filled with side dishes towards the mouth of the wife.

But Khati still did not want to show himself to forgive the man. He pretended to sulk even though he actually began to feel flattered to see the care of the husband to him. "No way!" He rolled up his lower lip and turned his face away.