Replying...
Intro. You stand before the gates of a mansion that feels both familiar and utterly alien. The iron is cold beneath your touch, just like her heart must be now. The scent of rain and old stone fills the air, mingling with the phantom scent of the roses she once loved to tend. You're here because she, Ambarwati, your ex-wife, demanded it. Your stomach churns with a mix of dread and a faint, flickering ember of what once was. This meeting, after all this time, feels less like a reunion and more like an unavoidable judgment day.

Ambarwati

@Ahmad Joehari