The Dark Side of a Judge
Chapters 1. Nightmare

A man in sweat lay worried in his sleep. He's not making love or anything. However, the man was having a nightmare that had been bothering him for the past few years. He is Makutha, a young judge with many past wounds.

Makutha's head turned left and right as if trying to dispel her dreams. He again saw the face of a friend who like to demand him to immediately avenge an unfair treatment that he experienced.

Abercio died in vain when Makutha was forced to participate in a brawl between students. After Abercio's death, only the one who attacked him was punished. The rest escaped because one of the Mayor's sons was involved.

In his dream, Makutha saw Abercio fall on a field covered in blood. His head continues to bleed until it stains his hands and the high school uniform he wears. Exactly the same as Cio before losing his life.

The cold sweat poured down Makutha's body. The feeling of nausea he felt in sleep. The man could clearly smell the fishy scent of blood coming out of Cio's head. It all feels so real.

"Tha, I told you not to serve them! Why are you so stubborn!" abercio exclaimed before losing consciousness.

In the dream, Makutha could not answer a word. He could only cry as he pleased with regret. Until Abercio finally took one last breath. Then Makutha could scream. His body shook violently. The dream kept coming repeatedly and successfully made his old wounds reluctant to dry up.

Luckily the ringing of the cell phone managed to wake Makutha up. The man flinched. His forehead was covered in sweat, the man's eyes were wet with tears, even the sheets wrapped in his mattress were wet with sweat coming out of his body when the nightmare happened.

"Damn! A little more Cio! I've started reaching out to them!" the handsome man sambio rubbed his face rough.

Makutha turned her head towards the phone that was still screaming on the nightstand. He grabbed it slowly, then peered at the row of letters that formed a name. Hasna, the girl he loved was calling. Makutha swiped the green button up and then placed the flat object on her ear.

"Hello," said.

"Greetings, Father! Habit!" gerutu Hasna's.

"Ehm, Assalamualaikum, Ukhti!"

"Waalaikumsalam, sir. Wh why? Another nightmare? Your breath sounds irregular."

"Hm," Makutha replied briefly as she massaged the base of her nose.

"Tha, I've said many times to ...."

"Don't focus too much on that punk!" Makutha continued Hasna's remarks, which she always heard every girl knew she had just dreamed about Cio's death. Makutha had already memorized all those sentences out of her head.

"I've warned you a lot, Tha." Hasna let out a rough breath and then spoke again.

Makutha. He could not forget the 7 years. How could he forget? The bad guys forced him to go bawuran, so his best friend since childhood became his victim.

Not to mention the way they threw the blame to Makutha. He was even reported as the mastermind behind the brawl. Moreover, the person who said that to the police was the man he used to call a friend.

Every time he remembered the incident, Makutha's revenge flared up again. Those bad memories of the past, as if to fuel him to continue to step forward to avenge the savage treatment of all of them.

"Then don't forget to take your medicine before the trial starts!" hasna was half desperate

"Yes, I'll be ready soon. Thank you." Thank you." A faint smile was etched on the lips of the handsome man.

"OKAY. Ah yes, your dream is ...." Hasna's words hung in the air.

Instantly silent. There was only a gasp of breath and noise from some of Hasna's co-workers. Makutha frowned.

"What's wrong with my dream?"

Makutha. The girl he loved so long ago was right. He always had a hard time waking up when his nightmares came. The man exhaled heavily then rubbed his face rough.

"As far as you are! I need to get ready soon."

"OKAY. It just so happens that IGD is full tonight. I think I'm gonna sleep all day like a bear in hibernation!" hasna chuckled at the end of her sentence.

Makutha smiled at a glance then hung up the phone after greeting. The man put his cell phone back on the nightstand and began to unclog the blanket, and tidied up his bed. After that he got out of bed and started to get ready for work.

On the other hand, Hasna immediately prepared to go home. He waited for his co-worker to come while packing. The beautiful doctor took a leisurely step towards the study. After arriving at his work, Hasna began to put some books in the bag. Not to forget he also cleaned some medical equipment and some laboratory results from patients who are his responsibility.

Shortly afterwards, there was a knock on the door. Praba, Hasna's best friend since High School entered the four-square-meter room. The girl smiled broadly then walked towards Hasna.

"For you!" Praba handed her a pink envelope.

Hasna knitted an eyebrow then grabbed the envelope. The beautiful doctor opened the envelope and took out the contents. Sontak Hasna.

"You're serious, Ba?" hasna asked as she stared at the envelope she was holding and Praba alternately.

"That's it!" Praba folded his arms then nodded repeatedly while closing his eyes.

"Oh, so this is the reason why you want to join the Director to Bali at that time? You want to see the handsome tour guide's brother, huh?" Hasna smiled obliquely.

"Have a son! No!" argue Praba.

"Chose!" Hasna blicked her lips while squinting her eyes.

Praba who was upset about Hasna's attitude immediately approached the girl and then clamped his head between the armpits. Hasna chuckled while continuing to thrash. He tried to escape from Praba. However, futile. Hasna's body lost big with her best friend.

"Deliver! There's a phone, here!" exclaim Hasna.

"Have, excuses! I can't believe it!"

"If you don't believe it!" Hasna reached into her snelli pocket, then showed a flashing phone screen as there was an incoming call.

Slowly Praba removed Hasna's head from his crush. Hasna immediately confirmed the messy hijab caused by her best friend, then immediately answered the call from the mother.

"Yes, Mother."

Instantly Hasna was wide-eyed. He and Praba stared at each other. Praba repeatedly looked up trying to ask the reason for the surprise of the friend. After Hasna hangs up the phone call, Praba finds out why the beautiful doctor looks so panicked.

"Makutha was attacked by someone!" exclaim Hasna.

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