The Beautiful Doll of the Judge
Night Road

Close the door carefully. Stepping towards the exit, he looked to the left right. Rushing he walked by minimizing the sound of his own shoes so as not to be caught.

"Be careful!"

The woman had to stop because she was found out. He sighed softly.

"I'm just telling you, you can't get out of the apartment because the elevator needs a key from this apartment." Jun smiled widely.

Kati scowled. He turned to look at the man in front of the room. "Then I borrow the key. I want to take a walk for a while" he asked a little reluctantly to the husband.

"For what? With a face like that? Do you want to scare people all the way?" lead the man with lightness.

The woman began to get upset but what her husband said was true. "It's okay, I'll hide my face. Besides, where did you hide all my headscarves?"

"I threw it away."

"What?" Khati shock. How could she throw away all my headscarves ....

"You don't need those headscarves anymore either because your identity has changed from now on. You're not the old Kati anymore. Your name is Julia, now" said the man calmly. He folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the wall beside him.

Khati looked at the man with a pushy face hidden behind her bandage mask. How the husband changes what is good for him at this time. The headscarves ....

"Yes, you're not trying to escape, are you? Because no one will believe your story when you see the state of your face like this." Jun scares.

Khati could no longer hold back her anger. Suddenly, she approached and attacked her husband. He beat the husband's body with annoyance. "How dare you take my things, my mother! How ... You throw away all my headscarves, you are evil! I wear that hijab because I want to be a devout Muslim woman, not a beautiful woman like you want to be! I'm not your puppet, Mum! I'm not your puppet!" With a raucous voice he shouted hysterically scolding the man.

Jun was surprised to see Khati's unexpected reaction, but he understood. He just let the woman vent her emotions. The man was forced to do so, for the sake of the smooth running of his revenge mission. To that end, Jun had to eliminate all of Khati's identities for a while. "Sorry Khati, but for a while you have to be Julia."

"I don't want to!" Kakati started crying. He doesn't understand Jun's mind. Why does her husband want her to be a beautiful woman that everyone adores? For her, the hijab was her identity. He does not want to live by not closing the aurat. If only she knew her husband preferred such a woman, from the very beginning she would have rejected him. Better to die honorably than to live in sin.

"Mmh, let me accompany you out" persuaded the man. He could not bear to see his wife crying again.

"No, I don't want to go out. I want to be in the room!" Around his eyes it was painful. Mood's back labile. The woman steps into the room but Jun grabs her arm.

"Cautious. Let me accompany you on a walk outside."

"No need" answered the wife weakly but Jun pulled her into the room to pick up the keys to the car and apartment.

The man took his wife out. Because she was lazy to talk, Khati just quietly followed her husband even though she was reluctant. They boarded the man's car that took him around town.

The woman just stared at the car window to see the atmosphere of the city of Singapore at night. A beautiful capital city with street lights and magnificent skyscrapers. Then the atmosphere changed as it passed through the old buildings filled with history. As long as it's just quiet.

"Look this is dangerous!" yelled the man.

The woman doesn't care. He continued to beat Jun's hand which was tightly grasping his other hand. "You're evil, Mas, you're evil!" Apparently during that time his anger has not subsided.

The man was forced to catch the hand of his other wife until she could no longer beat him. "Look, did I ever hit you? No, right?" his yell.

"Do I have to steal your things and throw them away, so that you can understand what I feel!" the woman shouted no less great.

"Look, I'm not gonna hit a woman. Never will. If everything can be solved by talking, why don't we talk?"

"After I've lost all my essentials, including my identity, is talk still useful?" The two eyes of the woman were glazed back. "You've always forced your will, is talking to you still useful?" ask her once again with a full of pressure. He was very disappointed.

Jun was at a loss for words. Indeed, everything must be permission from the owner because his wife is not a criminal. Even

a criminal has the right to refuse anything he does not want.

But the heartache that made him want revenge still reigned in the man's heart. He dismissed all the mistakes he made to his wife in order to achieve this act of revenge. He tells himself that this is not only for himself but also for Khati. He believes Damar killed his wife and he wants her to open her eyes wide to the crime of the ex-husband.

"I'm not Julia .. but I'm not Khati either. Who am I then?" The tears of the woman began to fall back.

Jun tried to remove it but Khati was in pain.

"Aah!"

The man finally dared not touch his wife's face. "I'm sorry a. mmh, I'm sorry."

She wiped her own tears carefully. He lowered. "The room never even made me cry" he murmured.

This sentence even pissed Jun off. "Whatdidyou say? Aren't you divorced? Does that not make you cry?"

He lifted his head and realized it. Her tears are flowing again. "And it turns out that all men are the same. Everything's evil!" He started to sob.

Jun is now confused to face his crying wife. He was not a bad man, of course, who would hurt his wife. He's not the bad Damar!

Jun's reflex pulls Khati's body into the deck. The woman sobbed again, but a little later she began to calm down in her husband's warm embrace. The man began to understand the nature of his wife who easily cried when defeated by circumstances. Only a hug could he give to calm her down.

"Now we're back to the original plan. Didn't we agree you'd help me find out about this murder?" he said softly. "As soon as we settle this matter so that you and I can return to our previous lives. You go back to work wearing your hijab and I go back to being the old Jun. How's it?"

Somehow Khati refused to answer 'yes'. He immediately moved away from the man's body for fear of falling asleep. He thought to himself, why did God not meet him first, before meeting with all these complexities. Maybe her husband can accept it as it is without having to mess around with this murder problem.