[teacher] Who got 100?
These two will have a bright future.
Nisa, Dara, nice.
90-ish?
Come on, just a bit more.
80-ish?
Your grades are going down.
70-ish?
Come on, 70-ish?
[male student] Your grades seem to be fine.
[teacher] Vini, you promised me you'll improve your grades.
60-ish?
Did you study seriously? Huh?
50-ish?
Do you intend to ruin your own future?
40-ish?
Once again, Bima.
Just give up, Bima. You have no future.
You should be ashamed sitting next to her.
Yes, sir.
What's important is that he didn't cheat.
[students] Boo!
They're busy dating.
Marry them off, sir.
[students laughing]
[teacher] Hey!
-[bell ringing] -[teacher] Hey! Be quiet!
Greetings to Teacher!
[everyone] Good day, sir.
[teacher] Yes, good day.
[Angsa dan Serigala's "Muda, Tangguh & Perkasa" playing]
-Sir, we'll have a remedial test, right? -[teacher] Yes, later.
Look, she got more piercings.
Let's go to my place.
No one's around?
♪ I want to have you... ♪
You still haven't changed your wallpaper?
[grunts]
You're mocking my height! You're horrible!
You're sulking now?
Excuse me, husband and wife.
I have to get to my lessons so I can fix my grades.
Ms. Eny?
Puput?
Ew! You stink!
Ouch!
I'll tickle you!
[Dara giggling]
[giggling]
This is what stinks.
[screams] Ouch!
Bim.
♪ Under the light... ♪
[Dara giggling]
[Bima] Ouch, let's get inside.
♪ You are a dangerous one... ♪
[Dara in Korean] I am. You are.
[in Korean] Understand.
[in Korean] Beautiful. You are...
[in Japanese] I love you.
Be still. Lean forward.
Is this enough? Hm?
Don't.
This is called a highlighter.
It's what makes me fall in love with my husbands here.
-Really? -Just look at them.
They're all beautiful.
[in Korean] I love you.
[in Arabic] May peace be upon you.
-It's a sin if you don't reply to it. -[in Arabic] And upon you as well.
Keep your body straight. Lean your head, but don't smile.
[Dara] Say "ah".
Smile a bit, with your mouth wide open.
Close it a bit. Stay still. Don't move around,
or it will get onto your teeth.
[Dara smacking lips]
I'm still cuter, right?
[Dara] I'll post it on Instagram.
Please don't. You said it's only for your phone's wallpaper.
But also for Instagram.
-Delete it. -No way!
Delete it!
I wanna post it!
Not a chance!
[Bima] No way!
Give me your phone!
-Give me your phone! -Ouch!
[giggling and screaming]
No way!
You locked your phone? What's your password?
-Give it to me. -No way.
-Quick. -No.
-You're not gonna give it to me? -No!
[Bima] Dara.
[Dara] Bima.
[music intensifies]
[Bima] Are you...
okay?
Does it hurt?
Ra?
Please don't tell anyone, Bim.
[calm synth music]
[teacher] The process of genetic material multiplication...
also known as DNA...
which is inside the nucleus.
So, it can produce saplings that have the same genetic materials.
[Mr. Rinto] Form a line.
[students chattering indistinctly]
[Bima] Ra.
-[Mr. Rinto] Move it. -Ra.
[Mr. Rinto] Form a line. Boys, move it!
-[Mr. Rinto] Bima, move it. -Yes, sir.
[Mr. Rinto] Took you so long.
Come on.
Form a straight line.
Come on.
Bim, what are you doing?
I don't want my Dara to feel the heat, sir.
[students] Boo!
How can you stand this guy, Dara?
-[Mr. Rinto] Get in line. -[students] Boo!
-[Mr. Rinto] Get in line. -Yes, sir.
[Mr. Rinto] Stretch your arms! Keep them straight.
Come on. Move to the side.
[laughter]
-[Vini] That's absurd! -[Ucup] How's Mr. Ranto?
[Everyone] It's Mr. Rinto!
[Dara] You forgot your own teacher?
Thanks.
-Our orders are here. -[Ucup] Thank you.
-Sorry! -[Ucup] Watch it. You spilled some.
Just spill them all, Bim.
Dara!
-Hi. -Bim.
-Hi. -Happy birthday, Ucup!
[Owner] Come on, go somewhere else. [shushing]
[Dara] What did you say?
Ra, you still like to sort them out?
It's a waste, you know?
Bim, I'm doing this because they're not fresh.
How can they be not fresh? I always eat them.
I'll eat them now if you don't believe me.
-Where are the bad clams? -Don't eat them!
-No, I want them. -I sorted them out!
Marital dispute.
-Look. -[Dara] Don't eat them!
I've separated them, please!
Here.
See? I'm fine.
This is science!
Ra, Indonesians have strong stomachs.
You're just weak.
Don't let him call you weak.
Prove it to him. Just eat them.
-[Vini] Just eat them. -[Bima] Eat them.
-Good. -[Dara] Who are you calling weak?
[Ucup] That's it!
Suck it!
Your hand is dirty!
You're so annoying!
Let's just eat.
-Let's have it. -[Ucup] Grab them.
[Ucup] This one too.
Dara?
-Ra? -Dara?
Ra.
[retching]
What's wrong, Miss?
Ra, what's going on?
Huh?
Have a drink.
What's with you?
You knew they weren't fresh, but you still ate them.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
I feel guilty for making Dara ill.
Why are you apologizing?
Dara was the one who ate them, so it's her fault.
All right then. Excuse me, ma'am.
What's with you?
-[in Arabic] May peace be upon you. -[in Arabic] And upon you as well.
So you're officially dating?
Cut it out, Mom.
It's all right.
He's polite. He seems nice.
He's just a friend!
-Are you sure? -Jeez!
-[Rika] I'm going inside. -[Dara] Okay.
[Dara] Hold up.
Be careful.
[engine cranking]
It's a crappy bike.
[engine cranking]
[engine revving]
-Be careful. -Yeah.
[Puput] Sis, help me talk to Mom.
I don't wanna do gymnastics anymore. I wanna take ukulele lessons instead.
♪ When the time comes ♪
♪ One that we've been waiting for ♪
♪ I will make you happy ♪
♪ And only you ♪
You'll help me, won't you? You'll be sorry if you don't.
-No way. -Jeez.
Puput! That's not funny.
I'll bite you.
[screams and whines]
-You're so mean! Are you on your period? -What?
[relaxing harp music]
[water dropping]
[clock ticking]
[arcade sounds]
[melancholic synth music]
[store clerk] Miss, can I help you?
Bima?
Yes, Bima.
Why aren't you waiting inside?
It's fine here.
Okay.
-Did you get everything? -Um...
-Bread, peanuts, test pack... -Here's the money.
-How much is it? -It's 120.000 rupiah.
Here's 150.000 rupiah. Keep the change.
-Are you serious? -Yeah, it's okay.
-For real? -Yeah.
[chuckles]
Are you done?
Yes, I'm done.
I'm waiting for another order here.
Can't you wait somewhere else?
You're right. It's not convenient here.
-Uh-huh -Okay.
[engine revving]
[Bima] Will your parents stay out long?
When will Puput return?
Don't you wanna do it somewhere else?
[Dara sighs]
[Rara Sekar's "Growing Up" playing]
♪ Growing up ♪
♪ What are we supposed to see ♪
♪ To feel, to meet ♪
♪ Growing up ♪
♪ What are we supposed to miss ♪
♪ To keep, to leave ♪
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ It hurts me... ♪
[door opens]
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ It hurts me ♪
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ Still hurts every time ♪
Sir.
I need to go to the infirmary.
[school bell ringing]
[Dara] Bim!
Bima!
Bim.
♪ Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me? ♪
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me... ♪
[Bima] Please drive.
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me ♪
♪ Can anybody... ♪
[Yuni] I can't. I have a lot of orders. How can I leave my shop?
-[Yuni] Excuse me. -[woman] Yes, ma'am.
Bim?
Bima.
How could you leave your motorbike at school?
I forgot, Mom.
Bima, people don't just reach home and realize they forgot their motorbike.
You're so weird.
Seriously, I forgot about it.
Oh no...
Are you on drugs?
-Did you sell your bike? -[in Arabic] Peace be upon you.
Upon you as well. Just like Mrs. Ani's son, Rizki?
What's with the yelling?
Dear, our son has become a drug addict!
My goodness!
-Do we still have the petai chili? -Don't eat too much!
Remember your uric acid level!
-Fine. -Our son is on drugs, like Rizki!
Mrs. Ani's son!
-Which one, Encim's or Ani's? -Ani's!
Oh, he's not the same as our son.
There's no way an addict can be this chubby.
It's possible! Keep a close eye on him!
I will.
You have to tell me everything, Bima. You're taking drugs, right?
Is it true, Bim?
-[Yuni] See? -[Rudy] Bim?
Goodness! I'm gonna faint if you're like this.
-[Yuni] I can't stand it anymore. -I'm not, Mom!
[sobbing]
[Rudy] What is it really?
Have you gotten into trouble at school?
Any certain problems with your homeroom teacher?
Or maybe...
this is a love issue.
-Did you break up with... What's her name? -[gasps]
It's Dara, right? [chuckles]
You're dating?
I've told you many times not to date!
-See what happened! -Dear, go easy on him.
-[Yuni] You didn't listen to what I said! -[Rudy] Cut it out.
-[Rudy] Let him eat first. -[Yuni] My goodness, Bima!
Bima, wait.
-Bima. -[Yuni] Bima.
-Bima. -Bima.
Just let him be for now.
-Bim. -Let me handle this.
[Rudy] Bim?
Bima?
[Rudy] If you're a man...
you shouldn't cry over a girl.
You're embarrassing me if you're this whiny.
I'm the one who made a mistake, Dad.
Do you still care for her?
It's easy then.
If you make a mistake...
you should apologize.
Say sorry if you made a mistake.
Easy, right?
But don't tell your mom I said that.
I made a big mistake.
Bim.
If it's meant to be, it will be.
[emotional synth music]
WHAT HAPPENS IN WEEK 10 OF PREGNANCY YOUR BABY IS AS BIG AS A STRAWBERRY
[cellphone vibrating]
I'm sorry. I was a jerk leaving you like that.
-I promise I won't-- -You won't what?
I've thought about it. You just have to find the place.
-And I don't wanna take any medication. -I can ask Ms. Mila about it.
Ms. Mila?
She's my neighbor.
She had...
an abortion.
PONG, I NEED TO TALK. THIS IS BAD.
[man 1] Yes, it was Mila.
She went to Ma Naim's clinic.
Why do you ask?
You impregnated someone?
As if. Of course, I didn't.
It's for a school assignment.
School assignment?
I've never heard of a school assignment about an abortion clinic.
[Rudy in Arabic] My goodness!
Bima!
I've been waiting for you. I was told that you have my medicine.
Yes, Dad. Where is it?
Ouch.
I'm sorry. Here you go.
Have you prayed?
I'm about to go to the mosque.
When you hear the call to prayer, go straight to the mosque.
-All right, everyone? -Yes, sir.
-Go on. -On our way, sir.
Your son was asking about--
[screams]
It hurts.
You did ask me.
-Was that your dad's medicine? -Yeah.
Where is Ma Naim's clinic?
-Naim's. -See, you're asking that again.
[funfair music playing]
Here, you can have it.
-Huh? Okay. -I'm off then.
Off? You're not even on!
[funfair music playing]
Pong.
I really need some help.
I don't know who else to turn to.
Well...
if you don't mind.
Can I borrow some money?
[coins clattering]
Thank you so much, Pong.
[rustling]
I'm sorry for troubling you.
[funfair music playing]
[baby crying]
[woman] Want some juice?
What flavor?
[Bima] I'll have strawberry juice.
-Here's the money. -[woman] Yes, sir.
[baby crying]
[melancholic synth music]
[Bima] Ra.
Ra.
Dara.
What is it?
Ra, what is it?
Do you feel anything?
[Dara sobs]
Back then...
when my mom was having Puput...
I used to touch her belly.
[Dara sniffs]
Every time I sing
or tell a story,
Puput reacted inside Mom's belly.
[Dara sobs]
So, what do you wanna do now?
I have no idea, Bim.
But I don't want to kill the baby. I can't.
[Dara sniffs]
[inhales deeply]
I was serious, Ra.
I was serious when I told you I won't leave you again.
We'll just keep it a secret until graduation.
My neighbor, Ms. Lin,
she had the same experience.
She tightened her belly so it stayed small.
All of a sudden, she had her baby.
What about our parents?
If they find out, they'll forgive us.
[Dara sighs]
At first,
it will be embarrassing.
[sighs]
Well,
it's not going to last forever.
[sniffs]
People will get tired of talking about us.
All right?
[Mosque announcement in Arabic] What belongs to Allah shall return to Allah.
What belongs to Allah shall return to Allah.
[relaxing synth music]
[sighs]
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
[Rika] Dara, Bima's here!
I'm not feeling well, Mom.
I'm gonna stay home today, okay?
[Rika] Are you okay?
Just need to lie down. I have a headache.
Um, what is it?
Do you think...
my belly will get this big?
Is this one of those tricky questions?
If I think you look fat or not?
Well, do you think
I can still go to school when my belly gets this big?
[clears throat]
Look.
It's December now.
So how many weeks has it been?
-Twelve weeks. -Hm.
This big skirt won't be used.
Then why did you buy it?
"Buy two, get one free" promo.
I couldn't pass it up.
[sighs]
Bim.
[sighs]
Or...
is it safe to hide it with a jacket?
Um, I guess you could wear a jacket to school.
Maybe even until May
after the national exam.
Is it really that big?
Here, look.
-I'll try it. -Let me see.
-Help me, Bim. -Oh, you poor thing.
[laughs]
I can wear it like this.
-And it's still too big. -Really?
[both chuckle]
But...
can I still go to Korea?
Of course, you can.
You can go to college first.
I'll find a job.
Then I'll go find you in Korea.
Or how about you help me become a K-Pop idol?
You can do it, can't you?
We can try that.
But in your dreams.
[Dara laughs]
Because you're just not on the same level as my husbands.
[Bima] Is that so?
-Be careful. -I want to try the skirt.
While I try this new dress from you.
It looks so nice. Thank you.
[Dara] Gosh. Don't forget your plastic surgeries. Save a lot of money first.
[Bima chuckles]
[Dara] But really, I just can't wait to go to Korea.
I've been dreaming about going there.
Going to Korea, Bim.
I will definitely apply for Seoul National or Korea University.
I'm sure my grades are good enough to apply.
[Bima] I have to attend a university in Jakarta.
I don't mind a private university.
You don't want to try UGM in Jogja?
[Bima] No matter what, it has to be in Jakarta.
Hey, Bim.
Uncle Ivan is looking for an employee in an administrative position.
Just try it.
Why did you let Dewi chose private university?
[Yuni] It was different, Bima.
Your dad wasn't retired back then.
Besides, your grades are below average.
[Rudy] Well,
your sister is going to get married after Eid al Adha.
Dad, why is everything always about her?
I want to take my education seriously.
I want to study hard in college.
-Dara said I-- -[Yuni gasps]
So this is because of Dara.
Didn't you say you broke up? You got back together?
That's not what I meant.
-So this is all because of Dara? -No, this is not.
Dara is going to Korea.
So now you have a new girlfriend?
She will go to a university in Jakarta?
What are you saying?
No one is stopping you, Bim.
But it has to be a state university.
Or you can wait until next year.
Get a job first.
[Bima] It still won't work.
Press the power button. That button.
It's broken. Just throw it away.
[female student] He's been like that all this time.
He always acts so cool. He wore the wrong shirt.
That's why he tucked it in.
What a narcissistic person.
Hey!
-Be more careful! What's with you? -Dara!
[Vini] Mr. Rinto!
-[Vini] Sir! -[Mr. Rinto] Dara! What's wrong?
[Bima] Ra! Are you okay?
Tell me where it hurts.
[Dara] My tummy hurts.
Breathe in.
-[male student] Is Dara okay? -Breathe in. Back off.
Breathe in.
My tummy hurts. What about the baby?
[students] Baby?
Breathe in.
I'm going straight to the office after this.
-I'm at my daughter's school. -Which way?
Okay, thank you.
[doorknob clicks]
-[David] Good afternoon. -Afternoon.
-I'm Dara's dad. This is my wife. -I'm Dara's mom.
-Ma'am. -Pleased to meet you.
[Mr. Rinto] Excuse me.
Here's Bima.
You're gonna be all right.
[banging on door]
-We're going home now. -[David] Dara.
Let's go.
[Bima] Let me help.
-No need. -Don't you dare touch my daughter.
Come on.
This is my fault.
Of course it is.
She wouldn't become like this if it wasn't for you!
[Rika] What's wrong?
-[David] Dara. -Just a second. Please wait.
-[David] Where are you going? -[Rika] What's wrong?
Hey! Trying to run away?
No, sir.
You have the guts to mess with my daughter.
You're an idiot!
-[Rudy] Dear. -Don't mess with my son.
Don't mess with your son?
He's the one messing with my daughter.
-Our children. -Mr. David.
She wouldn't do such a thing if it wasn't for him.
Our children.
-Our children! -My daughter was sullied by...
-Come here! -[Rika] Did he force you?
-My daughter wouldn't do such thing! -I'm sure he did.
-[David] I'll go to the police. -Be honest with me.
I will sue your son!
-Let's discuss this in a civilized manner. -Dara!
-Were you forced? -You were forced, right?
Look at me, Dara.
-Were you forced by him? -Dara?
-Dara. -Answer the question!
-[Yuni] Tell me. -[David] Were you forced?
[Yuni] Is it true, Bima?
[David] Dara?
-Huh? -[David] Were you forced?
Bima!
I love Bima.
[melancholic piano music]
[sighs]
[crying]
[Bima] I will take responsibility.
Sir. Ma'am.
I will provide for Dara and my child.
[Rika] "My child"?
I'm serious. I will take responsibility.
[school bell ringing]
[Dara] You said it yourself.
Bima's nice.
Do you think it's easy to be a parent, huh?
Even I failed as one!
No matter what, ma'am...
after we graduate, I will find a job.
I will earn my own money.
We won't be anyone's burden.
I really care for Dara.
[David] Honey.
You're expelled. Do you know that?
Let's discuss this at home.
-[David] Let's go. -[Rika] You're expelled!
It's only you who is expelled, not him.
And they take no responsibility. They all deny any responsibility.
[headmaster] Excuse me?
I didn't say that.
According to school regulations, we can't expel Dara.
But is she prepared to handle the risk?
Is she mentally prepared?
Didn't you mention the school's reputation?
Asking her to drop out?
-Now you speak differently! -I can sue this school.
-Sir. Ma'am. -I can sue this school.
I'm serious.
I'm asking for your consideration.
For the sake of the other students.
Then why didn't he get to be expelled?
[Rudy] Pardon me.
How could he provide for their child if they both drop out of school?
I won't deny my responsibility.
I will take care of this.
I thought I could rely on you.
That you could think for yourself.
If things are like this, what will you become, huh?
[David] Honey.
Enough. We'll discuss it at home.
What should we discuss?
Huh? Where will the marriage be? Where she'll have her labor?
-We're in a school. -What else is to be discussed?
Whose house should they stay in? Is that so?
From now on, you don't have to come home again.
You want to be responsible, right?
You can start today.
Rika.
[door opens, closes]
[David] Rika.
Rika, you can't do that.
You're leaving her just like that?
[sobbing]
Mom...
Bima.
Dear.
Calm yourself.
[sighs]
[sniffles]
[Banda Neira's "Biru" playing]
[sniffles]
[car door closes]
[woman 1] Ma'am, my daughter said that Ms. Odah's daughter canceled her wedding.
[woman 2] I'm not sure. I heard they already sent invitations.
[woman 1] Is that so? And they say her second daughter hasn't found a job?
-[woman 1] What did I tell you? -[woman 2] You should tell them.
[woman 1] They'll call me nosy.
Their family's such a mess.
It's a broken home. The husband's had a lot of affairs.
How horrible. I'm afraid I'll catch something.
[woman 2] Just stay away from them.
[chatter continues indistinctly]
♪ Shades of concern ♪
♪ Will come to pass... ♪
[woman 3] I don't want to.
You never give me money.
[man] I gave you money yesterday!
-No, you didn't! You never gave me any. -You're asking for more?
[man] Do you think earning money is easy?
[man 2] Yeah, I'll go to the market.
[woman 4] Look at the time!
Hurry up before the market closes.
[man 2] I lent my motorbike to a friend.
-[Bima] Excuse me. -[woman 4] To your friend?
[woman 4] You bought it for you to use.
Not for anyone else. Do you think earning money is easy?
[Dara] Where's your house, Bim?
[Bima] Still quite far.
Come.
[Rudy in Arabic] In the name of Allah.
Ma'am.
♪ For everything far from you ♪
♪ Blue ♪
♪ For everything behind you ♪
♪ For everything behind you... ♪
[Pong] Bima.
♪ Just wait and see ♪
♪ Wish for comfort... ♪
[man 3] Chief. Mrs. Saidah just passed away.
[Rudy in Arabic] What belongs to Allah shall return to Allah.
[Yuni in Arabic] May peace be with you.
[Rudy in Arabic] May peace be with you.
My condolences to you.
[in Arabic] What belongs to Allah shall return to Allah.
[mourner] Thank you, sir.
[Rudy] Thankfully, all family members are here.
-Hopefully, she's in a better place. -[mourner] Thank you.
-[Rudy] Excuse us. -[mourner] Thank you for coming.
[Rudy] Dear, you're still outside? You have the key, don't you?
[Yuni] No, you have it.
[Yuni in Arabic] Peace be upon you.
[Bima] Come on in, Ra.
-[in Arabic] May peace be upon you. -[in Arabic] And upon you as well.
Come in, Dara.
What's with your stomach?
It feels tight.
Bima? Is the hot water ready?
[Bima] It doesn't have to boil, right?
It's for a bath, not for boiling an egg.
-Hurry up. -[Bima] Yes, Mom.
I don't need hot water, ma'am.
[Bima] Coming through. Hot water. Sorry.
[back alley noises]
[knocking on door]
Have some food.
[music playing outside]
It's noisy, right?
The houses in this area have thin walls.
In the morning...
my alarm is the neighbor's kids crying for their allowance.
Just try to get some sleep.
You are sleepy, right?
[Rudy] Bim?
Bima?
Please don't leave me, Bim.
[Rudy] Bima!
[ultrasound machine pulsing]
[doctor] The fetus is normal according to your gestational age.
Is it a girl?
Perhaps. It can't be determined now.
Are you Dara's parents?
Yes.
No, we're not.
[clears throat]
She'll be staying with us for a while.
We're looking after her.
Just for a while. Possibly.
About that, Doc...
She often complains about stomach cramps.
What causes them?
It's called a contraction.
A sign of a pregnancy that has a risk of miscarriage.
Dara needs bed rest at least until the next checkup.
Make sure that, during that period, they don't have intercourse.
I swear I won't do anything to Dara.
We only did it once--
-Is that all, Doc? -Of course not.
Um, have you learned about reproduction at school?
We have.
[doctor] What about the risks during pregnancy?
So, a pregnancy at your age is high-risk.
When you're pregnant at this age,
your body will endure twice the burden
compared to people of mature age.
Your body is not yet prepared for this.
Therefore, you need even more moral support.
So, what should I do?
[doctor] You mustn't let her get stressed.
Also, provide enough nourishment for the mother and the baby.
-Is that all? -Certainly not.
You also need to study the other pregnancy complication symptoms.
Read a lot. Ask the right people.
The more you know, the more ready you will be.
-Is that all, Doc? -No, there's more.
There are also risks during labor.
For example, suppose you experience bleeding during labor.
[sorrowful orchestra music playing]
Let's just stay behind.
Thank you, ma'am.
[Kunto Aji's "Sulung" playing]
♪ Enough with your ties ♪
♪ Let go of things that aren't meant to be yours ♪
♪ Enough with your ties ♪
♪ Let go of things that aren't meant to be yours ♪
♪ Enough with your ties ♪
♪ Let go of things that aren't meant to be yours ♪
♪ Enough with your ties ♪
♪ Let go of things that aren't meant to be yours ♪
♪ The one you should take care of ♪
♪ Is yourself ♪
Has Mom told you?
Aunt Lia and Uncle Adi came yesterday.
They had a serious talk.
About what?
About me?
Mom said that she wanted to give your baby to them.
Because she's not sure that you can take care of the baby.
It's weird.
We're the baby's family.
Mom, why are you so mean to me?
[David] Dara.
You should be resting.
You...
and Dad...
you're going to give my baby to Aunt Lia and Uncle Adi.
[melancholic synth music playing]
Dara, they're more prepared to become parents than you are.
But I'm also a parent, Mom!
Dara, being a parent is not just for nine months and ten days!
It's a lifetime responsibility!
-Oh, really? -Yes!
Then why did you leave me the other day?
[melancholic piano music playing]
Dara.
You should get some rest. We'll talk about this later.
Bima deserves to know, too.
[in Arabic] Praise be to Allah.
[man reciting Qur'an over speakers]
Dad.
Please help me this one last time, Dad.
He has a point there.
That baby's our grandchild, too.
[Yuni] They can't just give the baby up without talking to us.
Why?
Is it because we're poor?
That's not the problem.
What then?
This is a marriage we're talking about.
What do you mean?
Adultery is better than marriage?
It's not that.
It's not about adultery. It's the timing.
-They are both still children. -So, what do you want?
For them not to get married?
[Yuni] We don't have anything.
We only have our faith and pride.
[Yuni] I'm embarrassed every time I open the shop.
[whimpering] I know everyone is talking about our family.
I know.
We have failed.
Failed in raising our son.
Dear...
I will talk to Dewi.
Dear...
[in Arabic] My goodness.
[melancholic piano music playing]
[knocking on door]
[woman] Bima, open the door.
[knocking on door]
[woman] Come on. I came all the way from Bandung for you.
[knocking loudly]
Bima!
Stupid! Idiot!
How could you knock up someone's daughter?
[wailing] You're so stupid!
Do you realize that what you did is stupid?
[sighs]
What should I tell Erfan?
His family? What should I tell them?
My brother knocked up someone's daughter? Is that it?
-I'm sorry-- -Don't say anything!
My life was peaceful before you came along!
I was fine for eight years until you were born!
Did you use a condom?
No! Don't answer. I don't want to hear your answer.
You're so stupid, doing it without knowing the consequences!
Use your phone to google things. Don't just play games on it!
No wonder you only got 20 in biology!
[sniffles]
Do I have to cancel my wedding?
Dear, just the three of us. Dewi doesn't want to come.
Sis?
I'm going.
Don't forget to lock the door.
[in Arabic] May peace be with you.
[man] Ma'am.
You're all dressed up.
-Going to a wedding? -Yes.
Going to a wedding or an engagement party?
[soft beeping]
Is Dewi really not coming, Bim?
[beeping continues]
[Dewi] Wait for me!
[cheerful guitar music playing]
[Yuni] Come on, Dewi.
[Dewi] Keep going, sir. A bit more.
[GPS voice-over] After 50 meters, turn left.
-[Bima] Just follow the GPS. -[driver] Okay.
Put on your seat belt, dear.
Don't embarrass your family.
I can't. I have to accompany Puput to her swimming lesson.
All the other moms are already waiting. I can't just cancel it.
Wait. Can we talk first?
I can't. I have to find my phone.
Eny, help me find my phone.
I have to go. Where is it?
Mom, I didn't tell you
because you probably wouldn't want to meet them.
-Please, Mom. -Have you found it, Eny?
Mom.
-Please. -I already have an appointment.
-I can't just cancel it. -[cell phone ringing]
Where is it?
Have you found it, Eny?
[sighs]
Here.
[sighs]
Come here. Sit down.
-I'm not ready. -But we have to face it.
-I can't. -Yes, you can.
Are you ready?
[in Arabic] May peace be upon you.
[Bima in Arabic] May peace be upon you.
[David in Arabic] And upon you as well.
-Mr. David. -Sir.
-How are you? -I'm good.
[Bima] Sir.
We haven't prepared anything. It's so sudden.
[David] Uh...
-Please sit down. -Thank you.
Please sit down.
Eny, please get them some drinks.
Ma'am.
Please sit down.
Have a seat.
Let's go, Mom. I'm ready.
[David] Uh...
Putri, could you swim at home today?
We have guests. Okay?
First of all, we'd like to apologize.
The purpose of our family's visit here...
is to propose a marriage between Dara...
and our son, Bima.
[GPS voice-over] Dead end. Turn around.
Dead end. Turn around.
Dead end--
[Rudy clears throat] We're sorry for dropping by so suddenly.
[melancholic synth music playing]
[Bima] I accept the hand of Dara Yurika,
daughter of David Farhadi, in marriage with said dowry in cash.
-[wedding officiant] Is it official? -[guests] Yes.
[officiant] Let us recite the Al-Fatihah.
Thank you.
I've researched laboring methods.
This squatting method is assisted by gravity.
-Is that so? -Yes. Now follow my instructions.
[clears throat] Ready.
Take a deep breath. [inhales]
Exhale.
Now follow my breathing.
Come on.
-Come on. -[inhales]
One, two, three.
Okay, enough. There's a second method.
-Like what? -You have to bend over.
Come on. Hurry.
-[Bima groans] -I'll sit, okay?
-[Bima] Like this? -[Dara] I'm going into labor.
-[Bima] Don't go into labor now. -[Dara] Hurry.
[Bima panting]
[Bima laughs]
-[Bima coughs] -Okay, good.
[both sigh]
Bim.
Can I still go to Korea?
Of course you can.
But, Bim...
you don't have to drop out of school too, you know?
[Bima exhales]
I should be the one dropping out of school.
Not you.
You're smarter than me.
But I read on Google...
that a child inherits their intelligence from the mother.
That's good, then.
It's good.
But why can't the father be smart as well?
I'm thinking of taking High School Equivalency classes.
Okay. I'll go to school tomorrow.
[knocks on door]
[David] Bim.
Bima.
Sleep downstairs.
[slow synth music playing]
-Hi, Bim. -[Bima] Hi.
-Bim. -[Bima] Hey.
How's Dara?
Uh, she's healthy.
[Pamungkas' "Sorry" playing]
♪ Sometimes I can't be on my own ♪
♪ Or else I'll think too much again... ♪
[David] Bima will come here every afternoon.
Except for Saturdays and Sundays, he will work all day.
He has to start from the bottom.
-If he makes a mistake, just scold him. -Yes, sir.
-Okay? -Okay, sir.
-I'm going to Lebak Bulus. -All right.
[manager] Let's hustle, hustle, hustle!
[all] Hustle, hustle, hustle!
Let's get to work.
Here's the bill, sir. 54,000.
Miss!
Excuse me.
You forgot your phone.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
♪ I wish I could turn back the time... ♪
[man] Look at Bima. He's a hard worker.
Just because you're a senior here, doesn't mean you can be lazy.
Isn't that right, Bima?
[David] Don't forget to clean everything.
Yes, sir.
-I'll be going now. -All right.
[Vini] Greetings to Teacher.
[students] Good morning, ma'am.
[woman 1 in Korean audio lesson] Hello. Excuse me.
Can you tell me where the nearest hospital is?
[woman 2] Hospital?
-[woman 1] Yes. -[man 1] You see the bank over there?
Bro, is business usually this slow?
♪ Times like this I wish you're here with me ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
NATIONAL TEST SCHEDULE FOR HIGH SCHOOL EQUIVALENCY PROGRAM
♪ I know I can turn back the time and let you know... ♪
You know that you don't have to work here anymore, right?
You should focus on your study first.
But it's up to you. If you want to continue working here, it's fine.
You've done a good job here.
-Good night. -Night.
[video game playing]
[Bima clicks tongue, sighs]
What are you playing?
I have to kill this red monster.
[murmurs] So hard.
How is your college plan going?
Well, I plan to go to college.
Don't take it so lightly!
And worse, you skip school. Do you think I wouldn't notice?
I skip school so I can work.
Besides, my sister, Dewi, has a bachelor's degree,
with good grades.
She was unemployed for a while.
Then what hope do you have?
Do you really want to keep working at my dad's restaurant?
For the rest of your life?
What do you mean by that?
I work...
so we can find our own place.
Do you think we can stay here forever?
Do you think I enjoy working at your dad's restaurant?
[sighs]
How convenient to use tears as a weapon.
I know you're the one who is carrying the baby.
But it's easy for you. You just lie around at home.
I'm the one who has to work hard.
[scoffs]
Lie around at home?
Do you think I want to just stay at home?
I never forced you.
And I never forced you to be my girlfriend!
[melancholic piano music playing]
[Bima sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Please excuse me, ma'am.
My mom suddenly asked me to come home.
Dara.
-[in Arabic] May peace be upon you. -[in Arabic] And upon you as well.
[man in Korean audio lesson] Nice place, but it would be better
if the place is near the campus.
[woman in Korean audio lesson] What about this house?
[man] This house is nice.
[all] Surprise!
[all scream in excitement]
We miss you!
Be careful with the belly!
-[Dara] You surprised me. -[friends] We miss you.
You look so adorable.
[upbeat pop music playing]
I look chubbier, right?
How cute.
Come on. Follow me.
Let's pick some clothes for you.
What do you say? This one?
-[friend] Not bad. -This one's for the outerwear.
Sorry.
[sighs]
[sobbing]
Vini told me.
Still lactating?
Back at the store...
I covered them with tissues.
I'll buy breast pads so they won't leak next time.
I was like you too.
I was surprised when my breast milk leaked through my clothes...
because I know other mothers produce their breast milk
only right before the baby is born.
[exhales]
I don't understand my body.
It feels so strange lately.
Breast milk suddenly leaking.
The skin of my stomach looks weird, and then...
today, the baby kicked.
But just once.
-The baby's still alive, right? -Of course.
We had to tease you with music to get you kicking.
Let's try it. Lie down on your side.
Come on.
Slowly.
[Dara clears throat]
♪ When the time comes ♪
♪ One that we've been waiting for ♪
♪ I will make you happy ♪
♪ And only you ♪
How do you know that song?
Of course I know it!
That song came out when I was young.
Besides, Puput plays it every time she practices her ukulele.
[chuckles]
Why isn't the baby moving?
Maybe we need the original singer. Where's your phone?
Search for the song.
Let's use my phone.
Let's try.
[Dara hums]
Lie down comfortably. Are you comfortable?
[Naif's "Jikalau" playing]
♪ When the time comes ♪
♪ One that we've been waiting for ♪
♪ I will make you happy... ♪
Oh.
[both laughing]
I'm sure the baby will like music, like Puput.
Like us.
♪ Please give me time ♪
♪ To fulfill everything... ♪
Please forgive me, Mom.
♪ I will not forget ♪
♪ I hope you'll wait patiently ♪
[Dewi] No, they're still in stock.
-[woman] Thank you... -You're welcome.
-...for watching over my stuff. -It's all right.
Gosh, I keep needing to go to the toilet.
[chuckles]
Do you want some fruit?
Miss, when's your due date?
No, I'm not pregnant.
Whoa!
[chuckles]
Huge age difference. Just like my children.
My oldest child is already in high school.
[chuckles]
[giggling]
Actually...
I never thought that I could get pregnant again.
I'm embarrassed.
The older siblings are all grown up.
But we can't reject God's gift.
[laughing]
Here.
-Thank you. -That's okay. I still have a lot.
You should eat them.
So, what's your "thingy"?
-Your "thingy"? -What do you mean?
Your contraception method.
I use IUD, but it's still leaking.
The older you are, the easier it is to have a baby.
[laughing]
We're the same.
[giggling]
Oh, right.
-Have some. -Thank you.
[nurse] Next patient. Mrs. Dara Yurika.
[Rika] Where are you? We're going to the doctor's office.
I'll be going. Thank you.
Okay, Mrs. Dara.
[door opens]
Wow, the whole village accompanied her. Like going on a Hajj pilgrimage.
Don't you want to see the face?
Here it is.
The baby's healthy.
Can she give birth normally?
[doctor] It shouldn't be any problem.
So the placenta is not blocking the birth canal.
The head's position is already down.
Anybody want to know the sex?
[Bima, Dewi, and Puput] Yes, we do!
A consensus. That's new.
Okay, this is the sex. Let's see.
A boy!
[Rika] See? I was right.
[Bima] Are you sure, Doc?
There. That's his penis.
I thought the baby was a girl all this time.
I guessed it from the pregnancy test.
-You mean a test pack? -Yes, Doc.
The color was pink.
I thought if it's a boy, it should've been two blue lines, right?
We're done with the examination.
Excuse me, Doc.
You're not giving birth here, are you? Sorry, I need to pee often.
-I'm afraid that I missed my turn. -There's a nurse there.
She's the pregnant one? Goodness.
Sorry. Can I use your bathroom? It's such a long line outside.
[chuckles]
Thank you.
Jeez.
-Thank you. -But ma'am...
[pregnant woman groans]
-I've been thinking. -No.
[Bima sighs]
Don't think about anything.
Whenever you start a sentence with "I've been thinking,"
I know you've already made a decision.
I was wrong, Ra.
I'm sorry.
-I promise I will never-- -Bim.
Ra...
I'm sorry.
Please forgive your baba.
Okay?
"Baba" means father, like dad.
Does "baba" sound good to you?
Oh!
Do you like that?
Look!
He's kicking.
Even he forgives me. Why can't you?
My mom's relatives will come tomorrow.
We should meet them first.
I think we should at least meet them
so that we can give our best for him.
I think...
I...
I'm not gonna make any decisions
without your agreement, Bima.
We've tried many IVF programs.
In vitro fertilization. But...
they all failed.
So when your mom called me,
I thought--
Are we allowed to visit him sometimes?
Of course.
But perhaps to prevent confusion...
what if we let the baby
refer to you as "uncle" and Dara as "aunt"?
[Uncle Adi] Or "brother".
Whichever is better for you.
Okay?
[David sighs]
Excuse me.
-Let me. -Okay.
Be careful.
Bim.
I'm not a bad person.
I don't have the heart as well.
Mom said...
giving birth is a one-time job.
But raising a child is a lifetime job.
[sad music playing]
We could get a divorce.
Are you leaving me?
Don't you love me anymore?
I do love you, Bim.
So much.
Bima.
[melancholic orchestral music continues]
This is for our future.
[David] According to our lawyer,
the people from Religious Court will try and ask.
"Is it not possible for Dara and Bima to be together?"
They will ask that question. Am I right?
And the answer is obvious. "It's not possible."
Why not?
Mom.
Why?
It's like we're treating religion like a game.
Our responsibility is not only on Earth but also in the afterlife.
Are you sure, Dara?
Why does it have to be Korea?
What's in Korea?
My future, ma'am.
I don't want to be a mom that blames her child.
Why must you decide right now?
Why not wait until the baby is born?
The longer we wait...
the harder it will be.
-Bima is not ready either, right? -Bima is learning to be a father.
Ma'am, my daughter is already a mom.
Ever since she got pregnant, she has been a mom.
We're both women. We've experienced pregnancy.
You should understand the difference between a parent and a mother.
I do understand.
Mom...
[Yuni] That's why I don't want my child to be separated.
It's impossible to raise a child alone.
That's why the baby must be given up for adoption.
Bima and Dara are still kids. How can kids raise a baby?
I'm sorry.
Can we discuss this again...
after the baby is born?
He's right.
We can discuss it later when Dara's condition is better.
Let's go home.
Excuse us.
-Mom. -Excuse us.
[Dewi] Mom.
[slow piano music playing]
Adam is my grandson, too.
Who's Adam?
[Yuni] They can't do whatever they want.
Mom already gave him a name.
Bima!
You have to be strict as a man!
Teach your son.
I will, dear.
[Dewi] Mom.
This is about raising a child.
It's not a game.
Just so you know, Dewi...
Your dad and I were able to raise you.
We can raise him!
Am I right, dear?
But how old were you when you had Bima and Dewi?
[sobs]
[in Arabic] My goodness.
[Yuni continues sobbing]
How about we go and buy some baby clothes?
[sniffles]
[David] Hmm?
At least you'll have something that makes you happy.
Just once.
All right.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
[door opens then closes]
[Rika] Your apartment in Korea is ready.
Let's send things ahead, okay?
Okay?
Is this all?
So...
Dad wants to take me out to buy baby clothes.
The plan is already set.
Aunt Lia will prepare everything.
You give birth, she takes the baby home, then we go to Korea.
Maybe Dara wants to buy something as a keepsake.
-What for? -For her baby.
There are more important things than college,
than Korea.
For you, there's always something more important than the future.
Can you please listen to someone else?
Just for once?
I can if you help me think.
Dad.
[David sighs]
Mom.
Do you remember...
back then...
the first time I had my own room?
At three o'clock every morning...
I would go to your room.
And then when I entered the room...
Mom and Dad were cuddling.
Then I would sleep between you two so you would cuddle me too.
Then Dad would carry you back to this room.
You were heavy.
[Rika chuckles]
No, I wasn't.
[gentle music playing]
I like...
to remember that when I'm sad.
[in Arabic] I seek forgiveness from Allah.
The all living, the all sustaining, and I repent to Him.
[sobbing]
[Rudy continues reciting prayer]
Have some, Mom.
Mom.
I always pray...
that if I go to hell, I wouldn't drag you with me.
Well, I always pray...
so that you'd go to heaven.
Do you think I still have the chance?
If I can gradually forgive you...
why can't God?
But, Mom...
if I'm allowed to ask...
you have to be able to forgive yourself, too.
You know, since you were little...
every time you watched a movie with kissing scenes,
I always covered your eyes.
Did you and Dad learn how to kiss from movies?
We should've talked like this more often, Bim.
If we had talked more often...
this wouldn't have happened.
This is what I tried to prevent.
I don't want Adam to be with someone else.
You are his parent.
You must always talk with him, Bim.
You're not a smart boy in school.
But I'm sure...
that you're a good boy.
[Yuni sniffles]
[softly] Take one. Which one?
[both chuckle]
Do you want me to throw up again?
Are you allergic to clams or not?
You came all the way here just to ask about that?
Because if you're allergic to clams, our child could have your allergy as well.
The same possibility that he might be as smart as you.
Or as funny as you.
Or stupid like me.
However he will be...
I will accept him, no matter what.
Well, I know that I'm still 17.
And maybe I will be a dad who doesn't go to college.
And I will definitely make a lot of mistakes.
Maybe I'm ready to lose you, Dara.
But I can't lose Adam.
Adam?
Uh... [chuckles nervously]
That's...
My mom already gave him a name. [chuckles]
I like it.
Okay.
Well...
I didn't come here
because I want us to always be together.
But I want to ask you...
to allow me to take care of that part of you
that I'm ready to love forever.
Please think about it.
[both chuckle]
Oh, here.
This is for your parents.
Or Puput.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Oh, right.
You can't eat them, okay?
I read on the Internet that the clams from Jakarta contain mercurius.
You mean mercury?
-[chuckles] Yes, that's what I meant. -[Dara laughs]
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Let me know if you want more.
Okay.
Go home, Bima.
[Bima] All right.
[melancholic guitar music playing]
[Dara] I'm sure that Bima could be a great dad.
[Rika] Then what should I tell Uncle Adi and Aunt Lia?
Puput, let's go change your clothes.
Fine. Just cancel it.
How can you just easily cancel it? This isn't online shopping!
[sighs]
And it's just as easy for you, isn't it?
To give up your grandchild like that?
What did you say?
Dara.
You said this is easy for me?
You don't think I'm heartbroken?
That I don't cry alone?
This is not easy at all for me!
Listen to me, Dara!
Just because you didn't see it doesn't mean it didn't happen.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[David] Let me talk to her.
[David] Dara!
You can't raise your voice at your mom like that every time you disagree.
Do you understand?
You do the same.
[David sighs]
You're not me, and you're not your mom.
You have to be better.
[melancholic piano music playing]
[slow synth music playing]
[Bima] Dara...
[Dara] Dear Adam.
Perhaps one day...
you might think that you were born from a mistake.
Perhaps that's the truth.
But for me...
your birth is the proof of the universe's kindness.
Mom.
Adam has to be with his family.
I want...
Adam to have memories...
with you...
and Dad...
and Puput as well.
Adam has to be with Bima.
But Bima won't be able to raise him alone.
-[doctor] Keep pushing. -[Dara moaning]
-[doctor] One more time. -[Dara inhales sharply]
[doctor] You're doing great. You can do it. Come on. Push, Dara.
-Okay, that's good. -[Dara groans]
[doctor] Just a little more.
[breathing heavily]
[doctor] You're doing great. You can do this.
One more time. Come on, push. One, two, three. Push!
-Keep pushing. -[moaning]
[doctor] Okay, one more time.
Hang in there. Just a little more.
You can do it. One more try. Come on.
Keep pushing, okay? Be strong. One, two. Push.
-Push! -[grunting]
Push. Come on.
-Push. Just a little more. -[Dara screams]
[muffled screaming]
-[baby cries] -[breathing heavily]
[doctor] Your baby is born.
[baby crying]
[doctor] Bima.
She's experiencing complications. An internal bleeding in the uterus.
We need to operate on her right away.
What are the risks?
The worst is death.
But we have to try the best option for Dara.
The last option is...
hysterectomy.
Removal of the uterus.
[melancholic piano music playing]
[doctor] There's a consent form that you need to fill out
for us to perform the procedure.
[Bima] Do I have to sign it?
[doctor] You are her husband, right?
[machine beeping]
[woman] The family of Mrs. Dara Yurika?
[Bima] Yes, nurse. I'm her husband.
[nurse] Dr. Fiza informed us that we have to remove the uterus.
Please be strong. We will update you when we have more information.
[melancholic piano music playing]
[Rika sniffles]
[sniffling]
[Rika sniffles]
[door opens]
[doctor in English] Good luck for Korea.
You don't need any more surgery.
Thank you, doc.
Hi, Bim.
[Bima] Thank you, doc.
Wanna try to hold him?
Yes.
[in Arabic] In the name of Allah.
Do you think...
he will understand me?
Adam will not only understand you.
He will be proud to have a mother like you.
You said it yourself.
Being a parent is a lifetime responsibility.
I'm sorry, Dara.
It's not fair for you to suffer all by yourself.
[sighs]
Adam is...
worth more than anything, Bim.
[Rara Sekar's "Growing Up" playing]
♪ Growing up ♪
♪ What are we supposed to see ♪
♪ To feel, to meet? ♪
♪ Growing up ♪
♪ What are we supposed to miss ♪
♪ To keep, to leave? ♪
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ It hurts me ♪
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ Still hurts every time ♪
♪ One leaves, one ceases, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Growing up ♪
♪ What are we supposed to give ♪
♪ To take, collate? ♪
♪ Growing up ♪
♪ How are we supposed to love ♪
♪ To breathe, to be? ♪
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ It hurts me ♪
♪ When it hurts ♪
♪ Still hurts every time ♪
♪ We fall and we crawl, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Doo, doo, doo ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da ♪
♪ Da, da, da ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me ♪
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me ♪
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me ♪
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me ♪
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody help me ♪
♪ How to, what to do? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell me? ♪
♪ Can anybody tell... ♪