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August 1998.
After months of fear in the air
and the feeling of hope suffocating.
We nod and move on.
Not for the dream.
But for a new chapter in life.
WORDS ARE THE WEAPON
In the midst of the crowd,
I'm just a humble man realizing
a canvas is not enough to vent out my disturbances.
My name is Sadali.
I paint with words.
In times like these,
words are not just pacifier.
They're also bullets.
Every word is a weapon.
BUKITTINGGI TOWN - AUGUST 1998
- Peace be unto you. - And unto you peace.
Good afternoon.
Who are you looking for?
Is this my mother's house?
Are you my mother?
My goodness.
You waited for a new president to return home.
What?
- I'm coming in, Mother. - Okay.
DEPARTMENT OF NATIONAL EDUCATION JOGJAKARTA INSTITUTE OF ARTS
ACCEPTANCE LETTER ACADEMIC YEAR 1998/1999
So you want to continue your studies?
Yes.
How is the situation there?
Well…
Same as the situation in Indonesia in general, Father.
In the process of starting a new life.
I see.
Sadali…
A couple of days ago, Arnaza's family paid a visit.
What's the connection with your previous question, Father?
The connection
is exactly the same with your answer.
A new life.
And I've agreed.
Agreed to what, Father?
Arnaza is a good match for you.
She comes from a well-to-do family.
Her religious practice is good.
And she's beautiful.
How can you really tell it's a match?
Then do Taaruf.
Before you
leave to that school.
Are you ready, Arnaza?
Do I look pretty, Nur?
Allow me.
How do I look?
You look really pretty, Naz.
Thank you.
Peace be unto you. And unto you peace.
Welcome.
- Husni, sir. - Hi.
Sadali.
- Let our guests in… - Please, Mrs. Rosma.
I've prepared a special dish.
How nice.
He's so handsome, Naz.
What will you be studying in Jogja, son?
Fine arts, ma'am.
There's no school for fine arts in Padang, yet. So…
I have to study in Jogja.
I see.
Studying arts, right.
How long will you study there?
I'm continuing my programs. So it'll be as fast as it can be.
He'll complete it in a year.
I see. Good.
Sadali.
Will you be my son-in-law?
Naz. Arnaza!
Come here, my daughter.
- Peace be unto you. - And unto you peace.
And unto you peace.
- Peace be unto you. - And unto you peace.
You know each other, don't you?
We've met before.
But not too often.
I agree.
You just agreed immediately.
So now, let's just
leave the decision to Arnaza and Sadali.
We parents just want the best for our children, right?
What do you say, Arnaza?
I'll follow what you and Father say.
- Naz… - Yes, ma'am.
My son is stubborn.
He has high ambition.
You should follow what he says.
When you two are married.
Do you take issue with that?
God willing. I'm ready to follow your son.
- Alhamdulillah. - Alhamdulillah.
Have some drinks.
Naz.
- Peace be unto you. - And unto you peace.
When will you leave for Jogja?
One week from now.
- What art department are you enrolled in? - Painting.
What will the lectures be like?
Well…
I make paintings every day.
Be careful, dear.
Come on.
What do you have in there, Naz?
You'll find out soon.
It's so beautiful here, Naz.
It's too bad I have to go to Jogja.
If you find something more beautiful in Jogja…
you'll forget the beauty here.
Nothing is more beautiful than you, Naz.
I have arrived in Jogja, Naz.
It's more crowded than in Bukittinggi, also hotter.
Yet the crowd doesn't hit my ears.
The hotness doesn't sting my skin.
Everything fits just right.
ROUTE 17, ROUND TRIP
- Pedicab, sir. I want to go to ISI. - Yes?
Sure!
Sadali!
So you've been here a week now?
Have you got a place to stay?
What kind of place you like?
Some place that…
has a door.
I have a special place.
You'll love it.
- Huh? - Let's go there.
- Bring your stuff. - All of it?
- Yes, all of it. - Now?
Yes, come.
Look. An exhibition.
TENTREM GALLERY
You still have the guts to show yourself here?
Grace…
What is this gig you have here?
I knew nothing about it.
Li. Sadali…
Come here.
This is…
This is Grace.
She graduated from art school abroad.
She manages exhibitions like this one here.
Am I right, Grace?
Are you the manager of this exhibition?
Yes. Along with some partners.
She's the cousin of Mera.
Mera is the owner of this place.
You really want to befriend a guy like this?
Why is that?
Last time he was here,
he was so drunk.
Shouting, blabbering about recession.
And then he vomited.
Then Mera threw me out.
See?
- Grace, this is Sadali… - I'm Sadali.
I'm a friend of Budi,
who vomited and blabbered about recession here.
I'm Grace.
Come.
Grace.
Where is Mera?
Mera?
She was here. Where is she?
What do you want with her?
I want to ask whether the house at the back is still for rent.
- You want to rent it? - Yes.
She won't give it.
It's not for me. It's for Sadali.
Mera?
Someone is looking for you.
He wants to see the house.
I haven't searched for a place to stay, Naz.
He's Sadali.
Hello.
I hope to find one that suits me best.
One which crowd suits me.
One which silence suits me.
Which has beauty in the right place.
I'll leave you with her.
Thank you, Grace.
Actually…
I was just looking for a room.
Not a house.
I'm renting a house, not a room.
- You don't mind if I take a look? - For what?
Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for?
How do you know this house is for rent?
From the campus bulletin.
You're an art campus kid.
I'm my parents' kid.
What an ancient joke.
I'm Mera.
Uh…
Sorry, my hands are dirty. Fertilizer everywhere.
Just like my mother's.
They're all wrinkled?
No. I meant, my mother's hands are usually caked with fertilizer.
Caked with fertilizer and then wrinkled?
You keep talking about my mother's wrinkled hands
despite never meeting her.
I didn't mean it like that. Sorry…
Hold on. I'll wash my hands. Then I take you to the house.
There are two rooms.
One over here. And over there.
So…
This place is available for rent or "for rent"?
What do you mean by that?
The price for rent is usually cheaper than when you say "for rent."
And even cheaper when you say "rent."
I tell you what.
If you promise to take care of this house,
I'll give you a reasonable price.
One that's more suited for a student.
When can I move in?
As of now, you can. Where is your stuff?
It's out front. In the restaurant. Budi is keeping an eye on it.
I hope this can be the start of a good beginning for us all.
Yes. Thank you, Grace…
- Grace. - Thank you for curating our work.
- Just a moment. - Please.
How did it go?
Went smooth. I now have a place to stay.
- Congratulations. - I feel I really belong in this place.
All of my wishes and hopes are here.
Miss, can you help me out…?
Please move this frame.
Keep it in the godown.
What were you staring at?
I wasn't staring.
I was reading.
Careful. You might be misreading.
Budi…
Mera.
I already told Sadali
if you stay here
I will raise the price.
I won't. But…
I'm still allowed to pay a visit, aren't I?
Like that. Sure.
Mother…
Hi, dear. Come here.
I thought you were in the front house.
I was here all along. Meet, Uncle Sadali. He'll be staying here.
This is Kikan.
- He'll stay in my former room? - Yes.
Hi, Kikan.
She's still following your order to stay away from me?
Yes.
Okay, then. You can start sorting out your stuff.
I'll be on my way.
- What did you do at school? - See you…
Budi, you should be on your way too.
Alright… In a minute.
Tell me what you did at school?
Playing with crayons again, I bet.
Me and my friends had a chat…
We shared fun stories.
And then we did other things too…
What's the matter, Sadali?
Hey.
- So Mera is married? - Yes.
She's in the process of divorce, though.
That kid… Kikan, is her only child.
What else do you want to know?
That's enough for today.
Arnaza…
Today I finally found a place to stay.
The owner is so kind…
To give me a cheap rent price.
Another magical thing,
this house is just meters away from an art gallery.
As I arrived, an exhibition was taking place.
Plenty of people were there.
I felt I was closer to my dreams.
Can I join you?
I thought you were a cop.
Where are you from?
- I'm from Bukittinggi. - Huh?
- Ever heard of a Bukit Tinggi group? - No.
Never.
We never heard that group's name here, in Jogja.
Of course, you haven't, because it's in West Sumatra.
- Oh. - I see.
- Can I take that spot there? - Okay.
What is your name?
James Bond.
He calls himself James Bond.
His work is good, though.
Hey!
- Let's scram! - Run!
Go!
Stop!
ECONOMY AND HUMAN RIGHTS CRISIS
Sis. Mera.
Someone is drawing on the restaurant's table.
- Who? - It's Sadali.
I'M IN LOVE WITH THE TIME I WANT TO SPEND WITH YOU
Sis.
How will you deal with him?
Let him be.
- Are you serious? - Yes. It's a good drawing.
Why are you drawing there?
There's no guard who told me not to.
Mera is more fierce than a guard.
Yeah. I'll erase it later.
Ah, Mera.
Won't you have something to eat?
Some coffee or something?
No, thanks. I was just about to hang out in his place.
Yes, I will erase it later.
Erase what?
He scribbled on the table.
Not a scribble.
It's a painting.
I saw it already.
What is…
the story of the painting about?
A meeting.
A meeting between a tree?
Not a tree.
It's a cloud.
I'M IN LOVE WITH THE TIME I WANT TO SPEND WITH YOU
Okay. Carry on painting.
No need to erase it.
Budi.
You're not planning to get drunk while hanging out at Sadali's, are you?
It's still too early. He'll get the booze later around seven.
I won't.
Are you out of your mind?
Good evening.
You must be hungry.
Yes. I was about to cook this. The only food I have.
Looks like the food ingredients are empty.
Ah, there's something left.
I have some eggs.
Two of them.
Thank you.
Here's the bowl.
Fork and spoon. I've washed them.
- I'll put them over there. - Okay.
You're not going home?
Well, I got carried away, working in the gallery's office.
When I finished
I found the place empty, everyone already left.
There's no staff staying overnight?
No. They all live nearby.
The kitchen closes at nine.
The gallery closes at ten. So actually,
it's rare that the staff is asked to work overtime.
So you have to work overtime, instead.
Yes.
But just lately.
There's a lot of personal files to be sorted out.
Aren't you going to be missed by your mother
or by…
- Ki… Kikan. - Kikan.
Kikan and her grandmother get along well with each other.
It seems they both forget to search for me.
Your noodles…
You're lucky I'm still around, Sadali.
I was planning
to lock everything up after doing some cleaning.
I better hurry up and finish this.
- So I don't hold you up from leaving then. - Here.
You lock up then.
But…
I'm the new guy.
If I steal, what happens?
What is there to steal?
I wonder what…
Anyway…
Just go through these keys.
I've already locked the office.
You just need to lock the front room and the backyard.
Enjoy your noodles.
Car won't start?
Yes.
I'll go on foot.
Let me accompany you.
You don't need to. My mother's place is close.
Yeah. My mother's place, however, is far.
You're not afraid, staying in this big house all on your own?
No.
I went through the forest and it was just fine.
You mean the man-made forest?
Did your husband make it?
No. I did.
Smith hates that garden.
He was planning to build a pond.
- Smith is your husband's name? - Yes.
Jogja has its own beauty, Naz.
Beautiful like the hills we have.
With different hues.
Somehow,
without me noticing,
the city has filled the space within me
that was previously filled by the love and beauty of the hills.
Like that faint shadow, slowly climbing up,
and lo and behold, it reaches the top of the mountain.
We've arrived. I told you it was close.
Too close.
Thank you for accompanying me.
Thank you for the keys and eggs. I'll pay it back.
Mera?
Why do I feel, like we've met before.
Way before this.
Maybe we have.
On the clouds.
I don't want to fight this stream, Naz.
Jogja is something different.
A new adventure I have to go through.
A journey.
Maybe the universe is testing me.
Guiding me to an unknown path.
Before I return.
ENJOY THE KEY
Pray I don't get lost.
So tell me.
What made you study in Art School?
FACULTY OF FINE ARTS
I was told that here painting is taught not just by theory,
but also by heart, sir.
By feelings.
All this time you've not been painting by heart?
I've been painting by heart all this time, sir.
That's why my paintings are all messy.
It's alright.
Your heart can be messy, as long as your paintings are good.
Okay. So today,
we'll do the human anatomy course.
There's just one model.
But the results will vary.
Start painting
using the heart.
- I'll leave you on your own. - Yes, sir.
I have a gift for you.
So that… you don't forget me.
- Naz. - You don't like it?
- Have I picked the wrong ones? - No.
They're so good.
Thank you, Naz.
I want to draw you, Naz. Hold on.
For you. A memento from me.
It's so pretty.
Thank you so much.
Sadali, I can imagine the atmosphere there.
Inspiring faces and artwork.
I want to be involved in your future work.
They're still quite active.
- Hello, Uncle. - Hello, Kikan.
- He can be big. - I agree.
- Sadali. - Come here.
I'll introduce you to someone.
Meet Anwar. He's a curator.
This is Sadali. An art school student.
He's renting the house at the back.
Hi. Anwar.
Sadali.
He made that painting on the table.
- Interesting. - I'm done.
You're done?
- Is it good? - Good. Why don't you add color?
Take a seat.
Sadali. Anwar's curation's scope is wide.
He covers the South East Asian region.
We were discussing
the big galleries are fed up
with the naturalist and realist works.
They're looking for… What was that?
Brutalist.
Something more brutal.
- Kikan's drawing is brutal. - Huh?
I hang out with the campus' students.
I find today's students
are merely people who show off.
They're different for the sake of it.
Their work is brutal. But without concept.
Like Kikan's drawing.
Huh? Why mention me again?
You've heard about conceptual concept, haven't you?
Yes. Un design des designs.
Trust me. You, they…
Don't really understand that term.
So what do you think, Sadali?
You have plan to make works that are
brutal?
I hope one day
you have a chance to be curated by someone like Anwar.
I hope one day I can choose my own curator.
You are so confident.
- I believe only in… - God.
You're so predictable.
Let me get the groceries.
I'll put them in the fridge.
Else they get withered.
You want some fried rice?
Your cooking?
Yes. I peeked at the restaurant's recipe.
Don't sit there! It's dirty.
It's okay. I'm planning to take a bath and wash my clothes afterwards, anyway.
Stubborn.
Where's Kikan?
In the office, doing her homework.
Tasty?
Too sweet.
You prefer it spicy?
Well, I come from Bukittinggi, West Sumatra.
I eat spicy food.
Want to try some?
No, thank you.
- Is that a rose? - Yes.
It hasn't flourished yet, though.
What is Smith's occupation?
Smith…
He is a surgeon.
That's why he dislikes fertilizer.
According to him, it smells dirty.
He moved in here
as an educator, then as art collector and activist.
- You know the rest. - Sounds like you two make a good pair.
Meaning?
I mean…
He's active in arts, while you, yourself, are an artist.
I'm not an artist.
Taking care of plants is art.
Anyway, a match in plenty of things
can disappear if there's a dispute in one thing.
But disputes in many things can also
disappear due to one match.
Maybe.
Do you come here every afternoon?
I spend most of my time here.
I love afternoons.
I don't know why. It's simply captivating.
Same with me. I also love afternoons.
Ah. Such a cliche.
You artists are fixated on afternoons, dusks.
So are poets.
Find another source of inspiration.
Okay. I will find one.
I'll leave you to enjoy afternoons, without having to share them with me.
It's tasty. Not too sweet.
The sweet flavor has been taken by our talk.
I don't like this line.
Which one?
This one.
Who wrote this line, anyway?
Wait a second.
Better this way?
Yes.
My farewell gift for you.
Please don't talk like that.
I mean a temporary farewell.
Later on, after graduating, I will return.
Amen.
I hope you graduate as soon as possible.
And return to Bukittinggi immediately.
Amen.
Peace be unto you.
And unto you peace.
Mrs. Rosma.
Arnaza.
Unto you peace. Rosma, ma'am.
From Sadali?
Yes.
Come inside. We'll have tea.
I'm here just to deliver the letter, Mrs. Hayati.
I was in the middle of cooking, and came immediately.
I better go back, or else my husband will starve.
I see.
Lovestruck teen.
- Peace be unto you. - And unto you peace.
Arnaza.
I hope my letters reach you not as long as a million light years.
Such words from you, dear.
It takes a million years for light from a star to reach earth
when it eventually reaches the earth
the star itself has died.
Sadali! Where are you going?
Can I give you a ride?
Where are you heading?
I just dropped Kikan. She's having a sleepover with her friend.
I'm heading to the gallery. Why don't you come with me?
I'm not about to go home yet.
So where are you going? Want me to take you there?
Come.
- You're going to complete this painting? - Yes.
What happens if some civilians or police intel find out?
Then we run.
We have a car standing by.
Then we flee by car instead of on foot.
Give me your hand.
Don't hold the brush too straight.
GRAFFITI IS PROHIBITED
I don't see the letters "M" and "S"?
Where are they?
They're taken, by both of us.
Hey! Vandals of the street!
- Run! - Let's go!
I bet it's not as good compared to the Sianok Valley, right?
I wouldn't know.
I've never been to Sianok Valley while getting chased at dawn.
This is also the first time I'm here not all by myself, but with someone.
What's the point of coming here alone?
Hmm?
I was pulling your leg.
I'm not that deep.
I've been here with foreigners. The restaurant's guests.
That's not being here alone.
Yes, I have company, but I didn't know them.
I still felt alone.
What about now?
Do you feel alone?
I know you.
Just recently.
It's like you said that night.
I feel like we've known each other so long.
When we painted, years have gone by.
We just didn't feel it.
Oh… I see.
Now I see how your friends
and also the guards
look so old.
They look like they're 100 years old.
We didn't age, though.
How come?
Because we were happy.
Thank you, Sadali!
Your welcome, Mera!
Happy!
You!
YEAR END EXHIBITION FACULTY OF FINE ARTS
Where's your painting?
Not ready yet.
Not made yet, to be exact.
The artist from Bukittinggi.
How can you miss this?
My time will come.
Sadali.
They depict Jogja, showing various situations of villages and post offices.
That's Mr. Jim, right?
The top curator. What's he doing here, Budi?
He comes here often. Scouting for new talent.
You know him?
No.
I know Jim.
But not too well.
He comes here during exhibitions.
You know who does know him well?
Smith.
You want me to introduce him to you?
No need. I'll make my own acquaintance with him.
Sadali and his confidence
as high as the steep valleys of Sianok.
Yes?
Let me offer another way.
You complete the painting on this table
and when Jim comes in here I can tell him
this is the work of Sadali, the artist from Bukittinggi.
You really think this painting is worth showing to Jim?
Well… I like it.
Whether my liking is valid or not, I wouldn't know.
Okay.
I will finish it.
Not now, though.
I will finish it for you.
Sadali, what is your source of inspiration?
Hmm?
According to Anwar,
every painter has his… muse.
A goddess.
The figure that inspires an artist in his every creation.
Maybe you just haven't met yours.
Or maybe I have.
I just don't dare proclaim her.
Confident, yet shy.
Who's that?
Sounds like Anwar.
Hi.
You come so late.
- I always drop by at odd hours, right? - You and your habit.
- I'm going home. - Why?
Sadali, right?
Where are you going?
Home. I live in the house at the back.
That's Smith's place, right?
It's Mera's place.
It's all the same.
Take a seat.
We'll chat. Come.
Come on.
Whose coffee is this?
- Sadali. - Mera.
Mera… You and your charm that dazzles men.
And young kids.
I'm not a kid.
What brings you here at this hour?
I'm anxious.
Bored.
Hey. Sadali.
Where's your painting? Let me see.
You just called me a kid and now you want to see my painting.
What did he say?
He said you're annoying.
I'm used to it. Artists find me annoying.
True.
Okay, then.
Can I have some beer?
The kitchen is closed, Anwar.
Ah… If that's the case, we'll go to the bar.
Have some booze.
I'm not going.
- You don't drink alcohol? - No.
Even if I did, I won't come.
How about you, Mera? You coming?
I'm sure Mera is tired already.
Since when is she tired?
She can only get tired
when she's with Smith. Am I right?
If I don't go along, he'll stay here until dawn.
Okay, I'm coming.
- One glass, then I'm coming home. - Okay.
Sure.
Come.
Mera.
What is it, Sadali?
Promise me, just one glass.
I promise.
Please lock everything up. As usual.
- You're so obnoxious. - How can you put up with that kid?
FOR ARNAZA
- Rico. - Yes, Miss.
I have to leave for a while.
Make sure the reservation for Eko is at that table. Four people.
Will do.
Please check the invitation time.
I LOVE THE TIME THAT I WANT TO SPEND WITH YOU
Grace?
You wake up late.
What are you doing here?
The restaurant is full.
I wanted to eat in the kitchen, but it's chaotic there.
And the gallery's office is locked.
You have the house key?
You forgot to lock it.
Yes. Yet you still made the effort to walk all the way here
with those noodles, to eat here. What's that?
Chill. I used to do it when Smith was here.
Mer…
Your cousin, Mera… Where is she? Is she outside?
No. She's at the courthouse.
For?
Well, you know.
Taking care of her divorce.
It's been dragging on and on.
Last night I went to the bar with Mera and Anwar.
Huh?
- You went along? - Uh-huh.
Out of the blue Mera called, asked me to join them.
So, off I went.
Until what time did you all stay there?
Dawn.
Mera went home early, though.
She drank one glass, then went home.
- I'll be on my way. - Okay.
- Please stay calm. - Thank you.
We'll see each other again soon.
YOGYAKARTA RELIGIOUS COURT
Earnestly…
Why did you get divorced?
One year ago…
a woman and her grown child turned up in Jogja.
She was Smith's daughter.
I never knew of their existence before.
And we were already 11 years married.
Eleven years, full of lies.
Searching without knowing…
What is lost.
Poor her.
The woman.
Mera.
Feeling pity for yourself
will not turn you to who you want to be.
THE SWEETEST SILENCE
LET'S PARTY
Budi.
Budi…
Come on…
Gosh!
You have that skill, Sadali.
What are you saying, Budi?
You know how to melt women's hearts.
What? Which women?
Budi, you're too drunk.
No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are. - No, I'm not.
I'm not drunk.
You are drunk. You are…
What did you consume?
Drunk in love!
Drunk in love? With whom?
I'm in love
with Grace, of course.
Certainly not with Mera.
- Thank you. - You welcome.
Mera?
You stink of alcohol.
Budi's alcohol rubbed off on me.
Smith is in my mother's place.
Celebrating New Year's Eve with Kikan.
You're not celebrating New Year's Eve with them?
What's the point?
It might be
Smith's last chance to celebrate New Year's Eve with Kikan.
I still have the years ahead.
Maybe until Kikan is old.
We have to return
this property to its original owner.
Let's hope the owner
will take good care of it.
So you can
have your solo exhibition here.
That's the dream of every painter, right?
When did you find time to think about my dream?
Yeah…
When I…
drive and cook.
When I'm about to sleep.
Why? Is it wrong?
I'm not allowed to enter the realm of your dreams?
It's not like that.
I'm glad if you do.
Welcome, Mera.
I also would like to enter the realm of your dream.
The problem is
I don't know what your dream is.
I…
want to…
plant roses, until they all flourish.
Why are you making my gallery's floor dirty?
It won't be yours for long.
YOU
ME
Why is it so far away?
Because you need the space to be alone.
Once you're done,
you follow the direction to find me.
You need a space to be alone too.
At least until Budi's alcohol smell wears off.
Loneliness meets loneliness.
Equals what, Sadali?
I don't know.
I'll count it later.
Throw your brush here.
If you get bored,
just follow the arrow's direction.
To find me.
Yes.
Three…
Two…
One!
Sadali…
Huh?
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year, Mera.
I'm going home.
Don't.
It's almost 3 a.m.
Sleep in the house.
Sleep in my room.
I'll sleep on the sofa.
You know so well, I hate sleeping in Smith's and my former room.
I can't take it.
I'm leaving.
Don't.
Sadali.
Mera.
I'm going home.
Don't…
I'm going home.
Don't…
I'm going home.
Idiot. I'm an idiot.
FROM: ARNAZA
Did you have fun last night?
I did. It was so exciting.
I want to spend more time with Father.
Does he have time today?
He will make time for me.
He might not.
He might.
Is it still alive?
I thought it was already dead.
There's no flower growing.
Doesn't mean it's already dead.
It might be sleeping.
So there's no use.
To sleep is not useless, right.
I don't get it.
- You want to help me? - Yes, I do.
Sadali.
Hi, Sadali. Take a seat.
I will be the curator of Grace's exhibition.
It will be held here.
Before…
it's taken.
By the way,
Grace said there's a painting you want to show me?
Where is it?
Anwar.
I said I suggested to him that he show you.
He might not really want to.
Why? You don't want me to criticize it?
I'm planning to join the collective exhibition with the students first.
When is that? I'll drop by.
I want to see too.
I'm not really sure when.
If it's in the upcoming days, I won't join, though.
What is it with you?
You're confusing us.
True.
I'm confused.
You two act like lovers quarreling.
You aren't a couple yet.
Mera.
Seriously?
SMITTEN I'M ABOUT TO LIE, NOT DISAPPOINTED
YOU AND YOU LIVING ON EARTH
THE SWEETEST SILENCE
SEARCHING WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT'S LOST
ENJOY THE KEY
AS WE TAKE A WALK
When should I vacate?
Tell me when to revert the walls to their previous state.
No need.
The original owner might want it.
I'm sorry I came in without your permission.
Even if it wasn't now…
I would eventually let you in and show you them.
I've talked to Smith.
You can stay here until you graduate.
And?
Well, I don't know where'll you be after you graduate.
I'm going to the front.
Mera.
Miss.
Don't act as if you know it all.
You have chosen them.
It's clear when this property is going to be turned over to the original owner.
We'll make sure everything is handed over on that date.
It's you.
Mera.
Are you alright?
We'll talk later.
Not now.
Whatever Anwar says about me
has nothing to do with you.
I'll teach him to watch his mouth.
Sadali, stop.
What will that kid give to you?
Better than what I promised you?
There will be your name in her future.
Sadali. Enough.
We'll talk later.
How did it turn into this?
It's his fault.
- What is wrong, really? - Everything is wrong.
Who? What?
Us?
- Are we wrong? - Hmm…
I don't want to take advantage of you
to fill the void in me, Sadali.
I don't feel you're taking advantage of me, Mera.
You will only get involved in my life.
A life that's already been tangled.
I consciously let myself be trapped in you. For what?
I might be able to untangle your life.
GO
You won't.
At least let me try.
FIGHT! TOPPLE IT
- Take him to the station. - Come!
FIGHT! WHAT, WHEN?
You're his sister? Come with me.
Someone's coming to visit you.
Go over there.
You too.
Why did you introduce yourself as my sister?
No one would believe it if I said I was your wife.
So we look alike?
Like brother and sister.
And people say
if we look alike, then we're a match.
Thank you, Mera.
Why do you always put yourself in a tangle, Sadali?
That's why…
I want you to help untangle me.
Mera.
Whatever you're feeling now.
Anger,
sadness,
fear,
disappointment,
love.
I'm feeling it too, Mera.
There's nothing wrong with that.
With us.
Jim was asking.
About your work here.
VANDALISM IS PROMINENT
He wants to know everything.
I tell you what,
send some of your work to me,
I'll take it to Jim.
Yeah?
Sure!
Don't disturb him. He's painting.
Sadali?
It's crowded here.
Yeah.
- Kikan! - Uncle Sadali!
Congratulations, Uncle.
Thank you, Kikan.
Congratulations, Sadali.
Thank you, Mera.
You're welcome.
Let's take a picture.
One, two…
JOGJA INSTITUTE OF ARTS
Now you with Uncle Sadali, Mother.
Look this way. One, two…
JOGJA INSTITUTE OF ARTS 1998/1999 ACADEMIC YEAR GRADUATION
Ma…
Yes.
Thank god!
JOGJA INSTITUTE OF ARTS GRADUATE
- Go get Naz here. - Yes.
Naz, read this letter.
Yes, sir.
For Mother and Father.
Thank God I graduated with flying colors.
I'm very well here.
Better than before.
PLEASE TAKE A SEAT
I know I've disappointed you, not coming back to Bukittinggi as I had promised.
I've found what I've been looking for.
New dreams and hopes.
It's hard to leave them all now.
I apologize for not having written a letter to Arnaza yet.
I hope she's alright.
I will return to Bukittinggi.
As soon as possible I will let you know.
Peace be upon you.
Mera.
There's something I'd like to talk to you about.
Peace be unto you.
And unto you peace.
When did you arrive?
This afternoon, Father.
Say what you're about to say.
About…
Your problem.
I read your letter, I could tell something has happened.
Have you told your mother?
I was waiting for you.
Let's talk.
One thing's for sure.
I want all the best for you.
I'm sorry.
I'm going to disappoint both of you.
In Jogja…
I found someone whom I loved so much.
What about Arnaza?
I will call off my wedding with her.
I don't want you to call off your wedding.
Mera. I don't want that wedding to happen.
- Mera. Mera, listen to me. - Wait!
- I just… - Sadali, Stop!
For so long I've been regretting my life decisions.
It tastes so bitter.
Don't let your future wife taste the same bitterness, Sadali.
She has chosen you.
I'll be on my way, Mother.
Sadali.
Best regards to whomever is waiting for you in Jogja.
I hope she's still waiting for me.
What do you mean?
Peace be unto you, Father.
And unto you peace.
I'm loving the time that I want to spend with you.
Although now I hate the fact
everything has to end.
The fact that I can't be with you.
Life is filled with so much of you.
That's the fact I have to accept…
for loving you.
Sadali!
Naz.
LIFE IS FILLED WITH SO MUCH OF YOU 2
COMING SOON
DISCLAIMER: THE PEOPLE, EVENTS, AND NAMES IN THIS MOVIE ARE FICTIONAL.
THE SIMILARITIES ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THE SCREENING OF THIS MOVIE
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