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Yay!
Come play with us!
My turn.
Why don't you play with us?
I have to go home and take care of my mom.
Wait.
It's for you.
-Thanks. -You're welcome. Bye!
-Let's continue. -One, two, three.
Kick it!
You missed!
Hey!
-What the… -Leave her alone!
What do you care?
Faiq, Roger! Please stop! Stop!
The boys are fighting!
Please stop, Roger!
-Is that Roger, boss? -What's wrong?
Break it up, boys!
-Stop it, boys! -Hey!
Excuse me. Stop! Hey.
What's all this?
-What are they doing? -Excuse me, Mr. Cosmas.
Go home.
Dadang!
Yes, sir?
-Are you all right, Niyala? -I'm fine.
But you hurt your arm.
It's okay.
Wait.
You're well-equipped.
Of course, I'm the little doctor in my school.
Niyala!
-It's Mom! -Mom?
Niyala, Herman…
-Come on. -Come here. Let's go.
-Come… -Mom!
Herman…
Niyala…
You must pursue your dreams.
Please forgive me…
There is…
There is
no God…
but Allah…
There is no God but Allah.
Mom!
We belong to Allah, and to him, we return.
Mom!
Please wake up, Mom!
Mom…
PROMISED HEARTS
Niyala.
Niyala,
it's okay to be sad.
I sometimes feel sad too.
Especially since my dad passed away.
I often come here and talk to God.
This is for you.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Roger!
Take it.
What's this for, Dad?
Are you a boy or a girl?
Take this.
Listen.
We're living in a dog-eat-dog world.
The strong call the shots, while the weak get crushed.
Do you want to be the hunter
or the hunted?
Now, slit the goat.
Do it!
Today, I teach you
how to be a real man.
Niyala.
Niyala, why are you crying?
Do you miss your mom?
Are you sad too
because Faiq is going to Jakarta?
How do you know?
Don't you want to go with him to study in Jakarta?
But who's going to take care of you?
I promised Mom
that I would take care of you.
But your mom also wanted you…
to pursue your dreams.
It's okay.
I have Herman with me.
He can take care of me.
Is everything ready?
Goodbye.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
Let's guess what Mom has made for lunch today.
Fried chicken.
Fried fish.
Let's open them.
-Okay. -Okay.
Let's open them.
-One, two, three! -One, two, three!
Yay, I win!
Let's guess today's lunch.
-Fried noodles and sausage! -And chicken nuggets!
Let's open them.
-One, two, three! -One, two, three!
Yay! I win again!
The score is 14 to 8.
Let's guess again.
Fried noodles!
Fried rice!
-One, two, three! -One, two, three!
Ta-da!
Oh, no…
I lost again.
The weather is nice today. Maybe it's because I won.
Fine. So what's the score now?
Let me think…
It's 1,470 to 1,650.
Ah, There's no way
you can beat that.
All right, fine. You win.
Wait, it's still crowded here.
You still have class after this?
Yeah.
If you still have a class, why should I pick you up?
Look at the bright side. You can have lunch with me.
Don't you want to have lunch with me?
I do. I really do.
Because we can be even more sure who the winner is.
So annoying!
Okay, you win. Happy?
-Niyala. -Yes?
I need to tell you something.
What is it?
I got accepted into the Master's program.
Really? Oh my God! Which one? The one in Jakarta?
In Cairo.
I'm going to Cairo!
How cool is that?
Wow.
But come to think of it,
three years of study.
It is quite a long time.
Should I take the one in Jakarta instead?
Don't do that. Don't waste the opportunity.
It has always been your dream.
I know.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
-Now, dig in. -Okay.
Don't forget to pray first.
Amen.
This lunch is going to taste so good, with me winning and all.
In the name of Allah.
Here you go.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I can't see you off at the airport.
It's okay, Mom. It's already late.
I can take care of myself.
Don't be sad, Niyala.
It'll be difficult for me if you're sad.
-My legs won't move if you're sad. -Stop teasing me.
I have something to cheer you up.
Pace yourself, or you'll end up with diabetes.
-Can you look after her, Mom? -I will.
Don't worry. I'll look after her.
I should go now. Peace be upon you.
-And unto you peace. -Take care!
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
Why did you set the table for three? Faiq is in Cairo now.
My goodness.
I forgot.
It's okay, honey.
Is it ready?
Yes, it is. I made fried rice with rice.
It's obvious. How can one cook fried rice without the rice?
You can, and the videos are trending.
-Really? -It's only eggs, spices, and veggies.
Well, that's what we call scrambled eggs.
Please remove this extra plate. Take it to the kitchen.
-Yes, ma'am. -Okay.
Let's have breakfast.
Okay.
GUESS WHAT I'M EATING NOW?
IT MUST BE GOAT MEAT AND OTHER DISHES
Let's eat, ma'am.
2 YEARS LATER
-Hey, Niyala is home. -Hello!
Are you a doctor now?
-Hi! -Niyala is a doctor now!
-Amen. -Niyala is a doctor now!
Niyala is a doctor now!
-Dad! Herman! -Niyala.
-Peace be upon you, Dad! -And unto you peace.
Congrats, Doctor.
Herman.
Dad, can we talk for a bit?
Dad, by God's grace, I have a plan…
Dad!
Since she's home now, tell her.
What does he mean?
The news about you becoming a doctor
has spread in our village.
Dad, stop beating around the bush.
Do you remember our debt to Cosmas?
It has grown to 3 billion rupiah.
He wants you to marry his son.
Debt?
I don't understand.
I borrowed some money from him
for your mom's treatment.
The treatment is up to 3 billion?
You don't understand.
We rented a big fishing boat
to pay for the loan,
but unfortunately,
the boat sank.
Now we must pay for the boat too.
Why didn't anybody tell me about it?
Well, it's pretty obvious.
-You're the favorite child. -Herman!
Let her know, Dad.
While she enjoyed college, we had to face intimidation from Cosmas.
Enough!
Dad.
Is there another way to pay the debt?
There is a way! You must marry Cosmas's son.
Herman, Dad,
I was planning on studying to become a specialist, and it--
Do you even know what we've been through all these years?
You've been living your best life there, and now you're leaving us again?
-I have to take care of Dad forever? -Enough!
PEACE BE UPON YOU, FAIQ.
What's on your mind?
I have to put my dream of being a specialist to rest.
But why?
I thought you applied for a scholarship at a medical school in Germany.
-I can't-- -Maybe it's not the right time for you.
God willing,
there will be another chance for you.
Amen.
You will come home soon, right?
Do you know that I will take the Hippocratic Oath soon?
Do you mean that you graduated just to lure me back?
-No, that's not what I meant. -Then what?
That's not what I meant. I just need to know if you're coming home.
-Should I come home? -Please…
I'll come home in time, God willing.
-Promise? -I promise.
I'm counting on it.
Now, take good care of yourself.
I have to go to bed now. Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
I WAS HOPING YOU ARE THE ONE BETROTHED TO ME
From Faculty of Medicine,
Miss Niyala Azkia.
Graduating with a GPA of 3.8.
KARTAJAYA UNIVERSITY GRADUATION
Congratulations on your graduation.
Thank you, sir.
78TH GRADUATION CEREMONY OF KARTAJAYA UNIVERSITY YEAR 2023/2024
Dad. Ma'am. Herman.
Thank you, Dad.
Congrats, baby.
Ma'am…
Congrats, baby.
Thank you, ma'am.
You're welcome.
Thank you, Herman,
for taking care of Dad while I was studying in Jakarta.
It's my responsibility as a son.
I have a surprise for you.
Look!
Faiq! Oh my God!
Oh my God.
Told you! I kept my promise.
Thank God you're finally here!
I promised.
Congratulations.
My little sister is a doctor now.
Thank God.
Here! I have a graduation gift for you. It's so heavy.
-From abroad… -A gift?
-What is it? -Open it.
Here, let me hold that for you.
I'm going to open it.
In the name of Allah.
It's so beautiful! Right, Mom?
Is this a scarf?
-Uh-huh. Do you like it? -I do.
Pretty, right? That's because I chose it.
Thank you, Faiq.
Once again, congrats, Niyala.
It's been a while since the last time you visited here.
I know.
The house is still the same.
Nothing has changed in all these years.
Come in.
Ijah.
Mrs. Ijah.
Please come in.
I've got a feast waiting for you. Come inside.
We'd better cool down here for a while.
So you want to cool off.
I'll see you inside.
-Yes, ma'am. -Okay, Mom.
-Please come in. -Okay.
Niyala.
What do you say?
My God.
Why are you bringing it up now?
I'll feel bad if Mrs. Ambar and Faiq hear it.
You have no choice.
What if I refuse…
-They'll send Father to prison! -Herman!
Mrs. Ambar will hear us.
That's enough.
Dad's fate is in your hands.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
It's okay if you don't want to tell me now.
Most importantly, did you tell God about it?
I did.
This prayer rug…
has always been here to ease my pain.
I'll go to my room, okay?
Niyala.
Whatever is troubling your mind,
God knows what's best for you.
Go to sleep.
Good night.
Niyala, don't set the table for two.
It's three now.
Oops, I forgot. Thanks.
Can you set the table for two more people?
Who's joining us?
They're here!
Get the door, hurry.
Ijah, we need two more plates.
The plates are here. I need spoons, forks, and glasses.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
Can I help you?
Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
Ma'am.
-Diah. -Hello.
I should have brought out the umbrella.
-We have one here. -Thank God.
Niyala, this is Mrs. Lis, Diah's mother.
This is Diah.
-Diah. -Niyala.
God willing, Diah will be my future wife.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
Did you get caught in the rain?
-No. -Mom told you about it, right?
-Mom. -Hi, honey.
Did you tell Niyala about Diah?
I thought you said you'd tell her.
But you said you'd tell her.
I did? I forgot.
-Let's talk about it later. Come on in. -Okay.
Come, honey.
This is Mutton Fried Rice a la Chef Faiq. Enjoy.
-How is it, Mom? -It smells so good.
I never knew that the Al Ashar University in Cairo
had a culinary class.
Cooking is normal for a foreign student.
Please dig in. I want an honest opinion from all of you.
Let's eat.
I heard you've been to Europe many times, right, Diah?
Not that often.
-Diah is an Islamic Culture researcher. -Wonderful.
She has been to Europe and Arab countries for research.
We met at a workshop in Cairo
when she was sent there by her company.
-When fate brings two people together… -Yes.
-…there's nothing we can do. -It's meant to be.
I think the mosque we visited yesterday is perfect for the ceremony.
-I agree. -How about we book the mosque?
-The size is right too. -Yes.
Hey, you.
-Yes? -Yes?
I mean, Diah.
What time do we have to be there to survey the location?
The appointment is for 2:00 p.m. today. Mom…
Hey, my future in-law!
How was Jakarta?
How is my future daughter-in-law?
We need more time to convince her, Mr. Cosmas.
What's there to convince?
You don't need to convince her of anything.
Women are like commodities,
just like those fish.
But not my daughter, Mr. Cosmas.
So you're saying your daughter is expensive since she's a doctor?
If I put your daughter on display here, no one would buy her for 50,000 rupiah.
I don't get you.
Life's like a rollercoaster, up and down,
but you seem to enjoy hitting rock bottom.
You're lucky your daughter is worth some money.
Unlike this one.
Look at his stupid face.
Dadang!
Yes, boss.
Noodle soup or fried noodles?
Why do you ask? Do you want one?
I'm making noodle soup with a poached egg with three bird's eye chili.
-100. -100 of the chili?
Coming right up.
Faiq.
Can I ask you something?
No.
Of course you can.
Since when do you need my permission to ask anything?
Because you usually tell me everything.
But why didn't you tell me you're getting married?
It's not that I didn't want to tell you
or avoided telling you.
But it happened so fast.
But I thought you were a modern,
progressive man.
Why did you agree to an arranged marriage?
The right person can enter your life in so many ways.
In this case,
our parents played the part.
Diah has met all the requirements
of our Prophet.
She has the looks,
a good background, wealth,
and piety.
Every criterion is checked.
What else do I need?
Herman!
Stupid!
What happened?
Help him!
Hey, stop!
Be sure to consume fruits and vegetables for breast milk production.
-Peace be upon you, Doctor. -And unto you peace.
-This is for you. -You didn't have to bring it to me.
I could have sent someone to pick it up.
-I don't mind. -Thanks, anyway.
-Doctor. -Is this the beautiful young doctor?
How are you?
I'm great, thanks.
Thank God. How's Faiq doing?
-He's back home from abroad, right? -He's fine, and he is home.
But I have better news for you.
-Just wait until further notice. -What is it? Tell me.
Is he getting married?
Who's the lucky woman? Is it you, Niyala?
Of course not. They're like siblings.
No. I'll send the invitation to you myself.
-I hope you can come. -I will come.
-Send me the invitation. -Okay.
It's still in the print shop.
Excuse me, it's from my dad.
Okay.
Peace be upon you, Dad.
SUKARAJA POLICE PRECINCT
Dad.
My goodness.
Why did you do that, Herman?
If you're not going to help, zip it!
Mr. Herman, you're free to go.
What do you mean?
The family dropped the charge. He just left.
-Come out. -Wait here.
Excuse me.
Are you the one who dropped the charge against my brother?
You don't remember me, do you?
I was the boy who often bullied you, Niyala.
Roger?
You're the one who dropped the charges?
It's the least I could do, Niyala.
Thank you.
But he's obviously guilty.
I know, but I hate to see what my dad
is doing to your family.
Anything else?
No.
Thank you.
See you. Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
Your son seems to love trouble!
Mr. Cosmas, I'm so sorry.
If you ever do that again,
I swear to God,
people will find your body lying on the floor of your own boat.
Do you understand me, stupid?
My goodness.
Faiq!
-Yes, Mom? -Faiq.
What is it?
It's Niyala.
What's happened to her?
Niyala is going to marry Roger.
I don't understand.
So…
Has she agreed?
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
Tell me the truth.
I just heard from Mom. Why so suddenly?
-I have no control over this. -I know, but…
Why, Niyala?
Can you at least explain what's behind your decision? Or…
Because of your dad?
He has debt to pay?
My God, you should've told us.
We could've done something to help you.
I already owe you and your family a lot.
Please don't say that. We're family.
We can find a solution and do something before you just give up.
My God.
Who says I just gave up?
But I have to do it for my dad. I have no choice.
But…
But we're talking about Roger. That Roger.
I know.
I know, Faiq.
I have to go now.
God willing, I'll be able to
get through this on my own.
Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
God is the greatest.
My God. Ma'am!
Ma'am! Oh my God. Mrs. Ijah!
Mrs. Ijah! Ma'am.
Oh my God.
-Mrs. Ijah. -Oh God, ma'am.
Mrs. Ijah, hold her.
Faiq!
Peace be upon you, Niyala.
And unto you peace.
I can understand
your frustration.
You have to marry someone you don't love.
It's late. I have to go back home.
The Roger that you knew has changed.
And who is he now?
I've kept quiet
for some time now about my feelings
for you.
I was bad, Niyala.
But in order to win your love,
I have worked hard
to be a better man.
Give me a chance.
If after that,
you still can't love me in return…
I'll tell my dad
to call off the wedding.
And your debt to us
will be considered paid.
What will you get from doing that?
At least I get a chance…
to show you
how much I love you.
That's more than enough for me.
All right, Niyala,
I'd better leave now.
Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
Peace upon you, sir.
How's your mom?
Thank God. She's getting better.
I just gave her some vitamins.
I hope she'll be back on her feet tomorrow.
She must be concerned about Niyala.
She literally raised us together.
Of course she's concerned.
Let's wish Niyala all the best.
Give her nutritious food.
Get well soon, dear! Take care.
-Dr. Shinta. -Hi.
-How are you? -Thank God, I'm well.
Doctor, meet Dr. Niyala.
So this is Mr. Rusli's pride and joy.
Pleasure to meet you.
See you later. Bye.
-Bye! -Bye!
What? Why are you smiling?
Nothing.
It just reminds me of our childhood.
You had a dream of becoming a doctor.
And look at you, a real doctor.
But why a doctor?
Actually, when I was a kid,
I wanted to treat my mom.
But now, as an adult,
my dream is that one day,
all people can have access to healthcare, unlike my mom.
That's nice.
I heard you went to university in Melbourne.
Why did you retrace your steps home?
For me, Niyala, I think
the ball's in our court to lift up the village.
Don't you agree?
There's no better place to dedicate yourself
than your hometown.
HARAPAN PUBLIC HEALTH CENTERS
Excuse me, Doctor.
Can I talk to Roger for a minute?
-Sure. -Okay.
Excuse us.
If you want a wedding gown similar to the one you showed us yesterday,
we have decorated a wedding similar to that.
I like it,
but we're looking for something simpler. Right, honey?
Honey?
Which one did you say?
This picture?
I think it needs to be more glamorous.
We have a few more pictures to show you.
Let me just get them for you.
-Okay. -Excuse me.
Honey.
I think the way
you care about Niyala
is more than just siblings.
I don't understand.
Well,
it's like
a man who cares about a woman he loves.
I've never thought about her that way.
You are
the first serious relationship
I've ever had with a woman.
On top of that,
we're planning for our wedding.
So if you think
I'm making you uncomfortable,
or I intentionally hurt your feelings or even make you jealous…
I apologize.
I don't want
any trouble in our relationship.
Okay.
-Okay? -Okay.
So you don't want the fancy one?
You're the one who doesn't want it.
That's all for today. Thank you, everybody.
HOW TO PREVENT DENGUE HEMORRHAGIC FEVER
I'll be going.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Roger.
Is that for me?
Yeah. Open it.
Plug it in.
-I'll open it. -Okay.
A PRESENTATION FOR THE FUTURE
A HAPPY FAMILY
NIYALA HOSPITAL 10 YEARS LATER
20 YEARS LATER DOCTOR NIYALA'S FAMILY
GROWING OLD TOGETHER 40 YEARS LATER
ALL OF IT STARTS TODAY
Niyala…
will you
marry me?
I promise
I will stay by your side
to make your dreams come true.
Sorry, Roger.
I'm not ready to love you back.
But…
I'm starting to appreciate
the way…
you're loving me.
Thank God.
RELIGIOUS AFFAIRS OFFICE
DKI JAKARTA PROVINCE, SOUTH JAKARTA
What's the problem?
You made a typo with her name.
-There. -Show me.
What typo?
"Diah Pramestaningrum" is supposed to be spelled with an "i."
But instead, you spelled it with a "y" in her name.
-Okay. -We want you to correct the typo.
Come again?
Diah Pramestaningrum with an "i."
It's a simple correction.
Why with that tone?
-You just had to copy her name. -Hey!
-Please watch your manners here. -I understand.
And when you raise your voice like that, I'm offended.
I didn't mean to offend you.
-I just want you to correct the typo. -Stop…
Honey.
It's okay.
-Sir, the name is written like this. -Uh-huh.
Can you please correct the typo so it matches the name on my ID?
If you don't mind.
It's simple
and clear.
Match the name on her ID.
Give me a blank form like this.
-We apologize, sir. -It's okay.
Fill out the form.
-Can I borrow your pen? -Here you go.
Fill it out correctly.
It's taking too long.
Educational background?
Master's degree.
Which university?
In Cairo.
In Cairo, did they give you
a multiple-choice test…
ABCD, or did you have to write an essay?
It's done!
Can I check it first?
Just a minute, sir.
-Why the frown? -I am not frowning.
-It clearly shows you don't like me. -That's just my normal face.
Why?
-It is. -Honey.
-You don't like me? -Excuse me.
Whose date of birth is June 8, 1999?
My God.
Is that Niyala's?
You don't remember it and put the wrong date?
-Let me fill it out. -Yeah, let her fill it out.
You'll just keep on making typos.
Thank God, Dad.
I never thought that Roger could change.
He's sweeter now
and more mature.
Who knows,
people do change.
Or maybe it comes with maturity, being an adult and everything.
So,
you're okay
with Mr. Cosmas
pushing up the date of the engagement ceremony?
God willing, I'm ready.
Love can grow over time.
Then
both of you should
ask for blessings from Mrs. Ambar and Faiq.
Faiq, this is Roger.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
-How are you? -Thank God, I'm fine.
Roger, I want you to meet Diah. She's Faiq's future wife.
Everyone, come in!
Yes, ma'am. Shall we?
-Please. -Thank you.
Honey.
I think I've seen him before. Where was it?
Where? Do you know him?
Are you sure we've met?
I don't remember.
Diah, Faiq, come inside.
Let's just talk in our own language.
Let's come inside.
Niyala told me about your wedding plans.
Is that true, Roger?
That's right.
First, my apologies, ma'am,
for the way Niyala and I had to meet like this.
As my dad's only son,
I feel obliged to follow my dad's will.
But still,
I'm overjoyed about being betrothed to her.
Because when I met you, Faiq, and Diah,
I knew where she got her sweetness from.
Thank you.
I hope it's a sincere compliment.
Which university did you go to?
Roger went to a university in Melbourne, just like you.
-Diah? -Are you all right, Diah?
-What's wrong? -Are you okay?
I'm fine. It just went down the wrong pipe.
Now dig in, everyone.
Let's eat.
So, have you set the date?
The engagement ceremony will be held this Saturday.
I hope all of you can come.
God willing.
Thank God.
Now eat. You've all been staring at the food.
Okay, ma'am.
In the Name of Allah.
DISCARD
-Goodbye. -All right.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
Ma'am.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye. Drive safe.
-Okay -Let's go.
-Bye. -Niyala!
Goodbye.
Doctor, you forgot your scarf.
You're so eager to leave you forgot to wear it.
-There. -I forgot.
I just realized it looks good on you.
Are you complimenting your own gift?
I'm not kidding. I have good taste, after all.
I know, it's a pretty scarf. Very pretty.
I'll see you later.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
-Bye! -Bye, ma'am!
Thank you, Faiq.
I hope that with your blessing,
I can be a good husband to Niyala.
Don't ever break her heart.
Drive safe.
-Take care! -Bye!
Roger, thank you for coming with me
to visit Mrs. Ambar.
You're welcome, Niyala.
But…
Please don't get me wrong,
but I noticed
there's something different
about how you and Faiq interact.
-How you both… -What do you mean?
Are you jealous?
My goodness. We're like siblings.
I know what you mean,
but keep in mind,
-no matter how-- -Oh my God.
We're like siblings.
Don't cut me off when I'm talking!
Do you understand?
My goodness.
Niyala.
Niyala, I'm sorry.
Niyala, I…
I shouldn't have yelled at you. I overreacted.
What's wrong, Diah?
Nothing, Mom. I'm fine.
Really?
-Are you sure you're okay? -Uh-huh.
-Peace be upon you. -And unto you peace.
-Ma'am. -Faiq.
Diah has been waiting for you.
I know. I'm sorry. There was traffic.
It's okay. Have a seat.
Go ahead and talk. I'm off to the kitchen.
Okay, Mom.
What is this about?
My instinct was right.
I met Roger several times in Melbourne.
But one day, he just disappeared.
It seems he was involved in a criminal case.
What kind?
It's…
a rape case.
My goodness.
Diah,
are you sure?
As for the case,
I'm not calling it for sure,
but I have a feeling they've been together. Here, look at this.
Let me carry it for you.
Niyala.
Niyala, wait. You're still mad at me?
You once asked me to open my heart to you.
But I was afraid
it would be difficult due to what happened earlier.
Niyala, wait.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
My dad taught me to behave like that.
I don't know any other way,
but please give me another chance to make it right.
To clear things up,
Faiq and I are close
because he's always treated me well.
Bye.
Niyala.
KEEP
Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
Do you want me to heat up the soup?
No, I'm good.
Thank you.
What did you say?
Thank you.
Take a seat
and stay a while as I eat.
Word around the village is that you're no ordinary girl.
Born under a lucky star.
As for me,
I am lucky just to have been born.
Almost everyone sees me as a deadbeat.
Everyone but you.
Yet, consumed by jealousy,
I turned my back on you.
I'm sorry.
CEMPAKA LESTARI, DAUGHTER OF M. RUKHYAT BIRTH: DEC 17, 1977 - DEATH: AUG 8, 2008
Mom.
How are you?
I…
I have received a marriage proposal.
Can I have your blessings?
I hope everything goes well.
I hope this is the best for me,
Dad,
and Herman.
I believe
God has a beautiful plan for us.
Come in.
-Niyala! -Ma'am.
Easy there. No need to stand up.
Wow, you're glowing!
Why so tense? Nervous someone's about to put a ring on it?
Niyala.
Do you have a minute?
I'll leave you two to chat. I'll be outside helping everyone.
What is it?
Can we talk outside?
Faiq wants to talk to you too.
I know this is not the right time to tell you this, but…
It's about Roger.
We just learned the truth
about Roger when he was in Australia.
I'm not sure either, but…
Sorry if I've got this wrong,
but are you Sharin?
Yes.
I'm Faiq. I called you yesterday.
-Sorry, I'm busy. -I just need a minute of your time.
Look, I've already told you I'm out of this now.
Please respect my privacy. Excuse me.
Miss.
Miss Sharin.
I understand it's painful to dig up the past.
But please,
we're doing this to help another woman.
Sharin finally came clean.
She said that Roger
forced himself on her,
and eventually, she got pregnant and now has his child.
My goodness.
Faiq,
Diah.
I've been trying
to get myself to come around
to accepting Roger.
But what you just said
really makes it hard to take him seriously.
Still, I have no way out.
My decision is final.
-Let me explain. That's not the po-- -But--
-It's about your future with him. -Faiq!
I know who Roger is.
I do know.
-But… -Honey.
It's okay.
Niyala.
Sorry if this news is a bit of a shock to you.
Please keep me in your prayers.
And please pray
that I can dive in
with everything I've got.
I need a moment to get ready. Excuse me.
Niyala.
Since everybody is here,
let's just ask
if Mr. Rusli's daughter
agrees to accept the marriage proposal from our son?
I do.
Thank God.
So starting today,
the engagement is official.
Let's hope the wedding will follow soon.
Amen.
Now, exchange the rings.
Thank God.
But before we get to the banquet,
let me share some more exciting news.
If all goes well,
my son will be running
for the village leader role.
Yes, we're hopeful,
and we're asking for your support
so that our village can thrive and prosper.
-Amen! -Amen!
Now let's eat.
Come on.
What is it, Niyala?
I have a question.
I recall when you encouraged me
to give myself a shot at loving you.
And you said that you loved me.
But why did you keep secrets from me?
I saw that
you and your dad were more over the moon
about your village leader bid
than about our engagement.
Niyala,
me becoming the village leader
is my father's ball game.
I have no say in it.
Let me make it clear.
Whether I'm the village leader or not, my feelings for you won't change.
I love you all the same.
Prove it with actions. Love is not just empty promises.
I'm showing you the proof.
How?
By keeping secrets from me?
Fine, I know he controls you.
But you must know about this.
Why didn't you tell me?
Sharin.
Is it true that you raped her?
You got her pregnant, had a child with her,
and then you just left her?
-Is it true? Is it? -Yes!
Yes.
I have a child with her.
But I never raped her.
Why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to hear it from someone else?
It's my shameful past, Niyala.
Do you think I don't carry that guilt with me?
I've been holding on to my guilt for too long.
I've had some dark moments on my journey.
But I've finally turned the page.
That's a closed book. I'll never bring it up again.
Only me and God know the story.
But if you won't change your mind about me,
then it's out of my control, and only God can change your mind,
not me.
COSMAS BERJAYA, L.P.
You've built the healthcare center,
renovated the prayer house,
and now you're going to marry
the first female doctor of the village.
The pride of the village.
I know Niyala is pious
and very religious.
I just need to mention the word "God,"
and she'll obey.
Good boy!
DISCARD
50,000 years before the sea met the sky,
God already chose who your partner in life would be.
So you shouldn't have to worry
if you think you already took the proper steps.
First is taaruf, get to know her.
Second, seek guidance from God.
Do you know the difference between taaruf and dating?
No, sir.
Taaruf is to know the deeds. Dating is to know the body.
And it's forbidden.
Still have any doubts?
God willing, I have followed
the guidelines you've mentioned.
Still, there's doubt.
And I'm afraid that this doubt
will one day hurt somebody's heart.
So you still have doubts.
I won't give you book references
because I know you have more knowledge than me since you graduated in Egypt.
So you know about it.
Where you go to school doesn't define your wisdom.
-I still need your guidance. -Right.
My advice is simple.
Let go of the things that make you doubtful
and embrace what you have no doubt about.
That's the wisdom of the Prophet.
The heart never deceives. It knows what's best.
If you're second-guessing,
now is the time to rethink your path.
Okay?
You can't miss your soulmates. It's not like a pair of sandals.
My sandals could be missing.
Sandals may be swapped, but a soulmate will not.
Bye. Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace. Thank you, sir.
O God…
I thank you for the gift of love.
The most beautiful and powerful feeling.
Everything I feel
came from you, God.
Whatever it is that I feel.
O God,
if you think I don't really understand love,
please guide me, God.
Please guide me in giving the right person my sincere love.
The love that came from you.
I just want
to please you.
I'm still seeking your light
to illuminate the path of love.
If I've been expecting a return on every gift,
guide me to give
unconditionally…
and to love
without measuring the sacrifice, O God.
If I have to love someone,
please help me find the strength…
so I can love sincerely
without falling apart.
Hurry, honey.
Watch your step.
Knock on the door, honey.
Peace be upon you.
-Peace be upon you! -Stay with me, baby.
-Doctor. -And unto you peace.
Please help my daughter. I'm begging you.
-How long has she had this fever? -It has been five days.
Hang on.
Did you see blood on her gums or a nosebleed?
Neither of those.
-Okay, wait here. -Okay, Doctor.
-Slowly. Hang on. -Sit there.
Slowly, honey.
Hang on, baby.
Hello, Dr. Shinta.
I'm with a patient suspected of having dengue.
Five days of high fever.
I think she's going into shock.
She needs treatment.
Gosh, honey. This is bad.
Do you know someone who can donate platelets?
Okay, thank you so much, Doc.
Mr. Dadang, we need a vehicle to transport her.
-Right away, Doctor. -Careful, honey.
Hold on. Let me take a look.
Thank God her platelet count is increasing.
She almost didn't make it last night.
Fortunately, Dr. Niyala was there
and did the right thing.
Thank God the critical phase is now over.
She just needs to eat more food to get better. Okay?
Thank you. Did you hear what she said? You need to eat more.
-Eat up. -Another one, dear. That's my girl.
Please excuse me.
-Thank you, Doctor. -Bye.
Good girl.
-Thank God she's okay now. -Thank you very much.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
HARAPAN PUBLIC HEALTH CENTERS
Please send me the file later.
Doctor.
Mr. Dadang.
You can go ahead.
Okay, Doc.
What can I do for you? Is Putri okay?
Thank God she's getting better in the hospital.
Thank God.
I know
if I tell you about this,
I will risk my own life.
Oh my God. But I don't understand what you're talking about.
Roger has been planning this all along.
I'm willing to testify
against the crimes committed by Mr. Cosmas and Roger's.
What do you mean?
Roger's been pulling your strings all along
to be the village leader.
Not many from the village make it to higher education,
much less become a doctor.
If he marries you,
it will help his popularity.
My goodness.
He also sunk that boat on purpose.
What?
It's to pressure Mr. Rusli into setting up your marriage
with Roger.
My God.
I'm so sorry.
-Excuse me. -Okay.
Mom.
Peace be upon you, ma'am.
And unto you peace, Niyala. This is Faiq.
Are you okay?
Niyala?
What's wrong?
Niyala, catch your breath. What's wrong? Are you okay?
I should've believed you.
Are you okay, Niyala?
Please forgive me.
COSMAS BERJAYA, L.P.
I want to see that taken care of.
Yes, sir.
Niyala.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
-What is it? -I want to call off our wedding.
-What's wrong? -You told me you were just a victim.
You told me you had no choice.
And I believed you.
What do you mean?
You fooled my family and endangered them in the process!
You even took advantage of my father's situation!
All to your advantage!
Niyala, listen, we can talk about this.
-Niyala. -Let me go.
-Niyala! -Let me go!
What would you do?
If you call off the wedding,
I will put you and your family in jail. Understand?
I'll be the one sending you to prison.
Are you done?
-Let me go! -Get over here!
-Help! -Shut up!
Help!
Nobody's going to hear you!
Help!
Shut up.
Your life is in my hands.
If I decide to kill you,
I'll kill you now.
You'll end up like Sharin.
Niyala!
-Are you okay? -I'm okay.
Oh my God.
Faiq!
Faiq! Watch out!
Faiq!
Niyala, don't!
Faiq!
Faiq, that's enough.
Are you okay?
Herman?
Are you hurt?
No, I'm fine.
POLICE
Get in the car.
At least I didn't step on anyone else
to stay on top.
Get in the car.
Why did I even bother looking for you all around the village?
I knew exactly
that I'd find you here.
Back then,
when I cried at my mom's grave,
you came to me
and gave me this prayer rug.
Since then,
it never left my side.
Whenever…
I missed my mom.
Whenever I was worried
about my father sailing.
Whenever I
felt grateful to have a mother figure like Mrs. Ambar.
I want to apologize to you…
for expecting…
more than that from you.
I wasn't grateful
to have a brother who cared about me.
And I let the feeling grow.
Thank you, Faiq.
This is yours, Niyala.
I never take back any gift I give to someone.
Take care.
Peace be upon you.
And unto you peace.
I read it in a storybook.
It's about people who demand love.
When you're brought to the world by love,
you'll find the infinite sea of love in the end.
This book tells us
how people hurt themselves…
when expecting to love and to be loved.
But I still believe
if love knocks on your door,
it's no accident.
Because God sent it your way.
Doctor!
How are you?
And because it's truly love…
I want to give you this.
…I will embrace it.
Invitation.
INVITATION - FAIQ & DIAH
Despite the unrequited love.
I sent it to you personally.
It's like the sun,
the moon,
and the stars shining tirelessly.
Like the wind that keeps blowing.
Like a river endlessly running to the sea.
And the sea listens without judgment and embraces our every secret.
Because the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
the rivers, and the seas know
that, in time,
you'll reach the endless ocean
called…
love.
Is everyone ready?
-Yes. -We're ready.
Okay, let's start the ceremony.
-In the Name of Allah. -In the Name of Allah.
Muhammad Faiq al-Husaini,
son of Abdullah Husni,
I hereby marry you to
Diah Pramestaningrum,
daughter of Dwi Suprapto,
in exchange for mahr in the amount of 15 million rupiah
and 20 grams of gold.
Paid in cash.
Wait!
Excuse me, everyone.
I have to interrupt the ceremony.
Excuse me, Mrs. Lis.
What's going on?
Do you remember
when you went to Dr. Mutia's Lactation Clinic
to get the donated breast milk?
I remember that.
DR. MUTIA'S LACTATION CLINIC
BREAST MILK DONOR CONTRACT
The breast milk donated to Diah Pramestaningrum…
was from Mrs. Ambar Atmaranti.
So Faiq
and Diah
are not allowed to get married.
Under Islamic law,
a boy and a girl
who nurse from the same woman
are considered siblings,
making marriage between them off-limits.
I remember when you told me that I was your first love.
But apparently…
you found your true love long before you knew me.
Don't bottle up your feelings for Niyala too long.
It's clear your love for each other is a beautiful masterpiece.
Trust in God's timing.
He always answers prayers when the moment is right.
I wish you a happy life together.
Peace be upon you.
Peace be upon you, ma'am.
Forgive me
if I don't come here often.
But wherever I am,
I always pray for you.
CEMPAKA LESTARI, DAUGHTER OF M. RUKHYAT DEC 17, 1977 - AUG 8, 2008
I'd like to ask your permission.
I need to tell Niyala something.
Niyala.
I don't know how long…
this feeling has been growing.
Maybe from…
the first time I cheered you up right here.
Or maybe…
from when I had to
leave you for a few years to go to Cairo.
I can't recall.
But one thing is for sure.
In Cairo, I couldn't sleep soundly
before I was sure you were home safe.
I couldn't enjoy my food if I didn't know what you ate that day.
I couldn't focus on studying,
wondering how your training went.
One more thing.
I was shattered…
when I heard you were tying the knot.
God put this tiny seed in my heart without me even realizing it.
I love you, Niyala.
Not as a sibling.
Will you
allow me to be your husband?
I want to keep my promise to Mrs. Cempaka to always keep you safe
for as long as God allows me to.
Thank God.
Don't thank God just yet.
I didn't say yes.
Doesn't silence mean consent?
According to our Prophet,
a woman's silence is considered consent.
You're sneaky.
So what do you say?
Yes?
Yes.
Thank God.
Through all these years,
I learned to believe that fate
is just a veil covering the hidden secret of our lives.
Whatever God has in store for me,
I don't need to figure it out.
I just need to roll with the punches and trust his plan.
Fate has finally shown its hand.
It opened my eyes to its beauty,
and only then
could I move forward.
Now I realize
I don't need to second-guess his decisions.
Because, in the end…
they always lead to brighter days.