Come on, MSG generation.
Come on. Get together.
Gather, fast, fast.
Get together quickly.
Come on. Come on.
-Come on. Get together quickly. -Let's line up.
Wait a minute.
Come on.
Where is Soleh?
Eko, Lukman, Syarif, gather all.
Assalamualaikum warahmatullah wabarakatuh.
Waalaikumsalam.
On this sunny morning, I saw faces full of smiles.
Full of hope, full of optimism, and high confidence.
But I will give you
some unpleasant news.
Eighty percent of you did not pass.
Huh? Didn't pass?
Well, that's an example of fake news.
Let's just say it is revenge for you, the MSG generation
that was only on social media while in class.
I want to tell you that
our high school graduated 100%.
Hey, Roman. Wait.
You should have a useful hobby.
Fishing, cooking, gardening.
-Don't make coming late as a hobby. -I woke late, sir.
-Get in line! -Thank you, sir.
OK. I will call the best graduate student from our high school.
Wulandari.
Applause for Wulandari.
Rompis, I want to ask for help.
I want to confess.
If you want to confess, just tell her.
I don't care.
I need your poetry so that the walls of her heart are broken, you know?
The thicker the wall, the bigger my pay.
Don't worry, my poor friend,
your rich friend will give you whatever you want.
Damn.
-Deal? -What a snob.
Yes, deal.
O blushes, don't laugh.
O lady, I'm grieving.
Crying, eternal death.
Lost mind, hiding face,
you look down.
Lift up your face, look at the moon.
Look arrogantly, shrieking loudly.
Moon was not as beautiful as Wulan.
Hiding face, don't look down.
You win,
I surrender.
That was a poem I got two years ago.
Thanks to the poem, I realized
we've been looking down so long.
We are known as the generation of the bow, MSG generation, gadget generation.
Or whatever it is.
But today, lift your heads.
Look arrogantly, loudly shrieking,
to the moon up there.
They say we are young.
But the old are not necessarily mature.
Maturing is a process.
Out of the gate today is a process.
Failure, success, falling, getting up is a process.
And remember.
I love you all.
My MSG generation.
The luscious of life and the rulers of the future.
You passed school and want to become AG athletes, don't you?
Just running around.
It's just because you've never been sporty, that's all.
By the way, my twin, Roman,
will you go to college with Wulan?
Sure.
Not so?
Yes, so… I'm not ready yet.
What is the point?
Not ready to go to college with me?
Not ready to be apart yet.
Roman.
-You're fine, right? -Fine, Mom.
Dad.
Come on, Dad.
We received your test results.
You were accepted at Wagerwani.
Wageningen, honey.
Yes, whatever. It's in the Netherlands, right?
-Hey, Man. -Yes?
We are very proud of you.
Yes, we are.
We have stomachaches, right?
Sir, ma'am, we are going now, to the toilet.
Sir, ma'am, me too.
Everyone has stomachaches.
Lan, don't be mad at me, OK?
When Roman came with me to the College Fair,
I casually persuaded him
to apply for college in the Netherlands.
Casually, you said?
I didn't know he would be accepted to go to the Netherlands.
Of course, he would!
Roman is smart.
Wulan.
I'm sorry, OK?
I didn't tell you.
Are you angry?
Why should I be angry?
It's a great opportunity.
Yes, but we promised to go to college together.
Indeed. Then what else?
Alright.
Even if you are in the Netherlands, we are still together, right?
You won't forget me, right?
Lan.
The Netherlands is not far enough to eliminate you from my memory.
Lan, Man, Sam.
This is our last day together.
Because Roman and Samuel will go to the Netherlands soon,
we have something for you.
We have a present for you.
That's the point.
What present?
Turns out that loss
is not the end.
Departure is not a separator, apparently.
And I challenge time.
Come.
Come with your sorrowful army.
I am not afraid.
Because to love, I bow down.
Be happy, smile.
You're okay. Amsterdam is crowded.
Wageningen isn't like this.
I'll come see you later. Right?
I have to finish my studies quickly.
Study. Don't be sad all the time.
How can I not be sad? My mind races the whole time, Sam.
I must complete my studies.
My father sold everything so I could study here.
Don't you miss Wulan?
Missing is silent, there's no need to sound it.
Bullshit.
Make friends at Wageningen.
Yes, hopefully, I will.
Hopefully.
Okay, it seems like we have to separate here.
That's Amsterdam.
-OK. I am home. -Take care, Man.
You too.
I prefer the night, though it's dark.
I prefer a wound,
even if it hurts.
And I have chosen you,
even if I miss you.
Enough for today.
See you at the next lecture.
Thanks.
Roman.
You have to study harder.
Your results are not acceptable.
Ladies only! Do not enter!
I swear to God! Ouch!
Enough. Stop it. He apologized.
If all Indonesian men are weak like you…
they can colonize us again.
For your lips.
Here. It fell.
Hey.
I just lend you the handkerchief, it's not yours.
Hey.
Meyra.
Roman.
Your handkerchief, I'll wash it first, okay?
I'll give it back later.
Are you new here?
Yes.
There are not many Indonesian students here, right?
They died.
Inalillahi wainailaihi rojiun.
Why?
Went into the wrong toilet.
-Like me-- -Don't laugh.
I can't take care of you like that all the time.
Yes, but I'm not asking you for help.
Of course not. I'm kidding.
What the hell?
Enough laughing, please.
My jokes are not funny.
Of course not. My jokes are funny, right?
Once I meet an Indonesian, I meet one like this.
Crazy.
SPOKE COFFEE AND COURSE
What's your major?
International land and water management.
I used to take it.
You did?
Yes, now master's, continuing that too.
Do you have a Master's Degree?
Do you know Benjamin Button?
What kind of things?
Film.
Yes. I have the same disease.
I am getting older, but my body is getting younger.
My God. Get well soon, Mey.
Amen.
Of course not.
I'm not sick. I entered the acceleration class twice.
You're duped easily.
I believe you are sick rather than smart.
Shit.
But it looks like we will be friends.
Very forced, huh.
Why is that?
Another Indonesian student is dead.
Oh yeah, I remember.
Where is your phone?
My number.
Just call if your life is threatened again like that.
Why are you still here?
This one.
Assalamualaikum.
Waalaikusalam warrahmatullahi wabarakatu.
You look happy!
Oh shit. Why? Tell me.
Yes. I finally made a friend.
-Seriously? -Yes.
She's doing a Master's Degree here.
Her Bachelor's Degree major is the same as mine.
She is Indonesian too.
Oh, girl or guy? What is her name?
Her name…
Lan, it's…
Man?
SAMBEL GORENG ATI, SAYUR ASEM, TERI KACANG,
SAMBAL ALA CHEF MEYRA. DO YOU WANT?
-Hi. -What are you drawing?
Nosey.
Your lunch, as promised.
Good in cooking, good in drawing, good in academics.
You're a complete package.
Don't forget.
Beautiful too.
Beauty is fate,
not an achievement.
Good in cooking, good in drawing, good in academics…
those are choices. I appreciate it.
By the way, academically,
are you having trouble with Sebastian's class?
How did you know?
From the papers I found in the toilet yesterday.
Why are you still there?
Mey, what are we waiting for?
Patience is the key to success.
Mr. Sebastian.
Do you have time?
Yes, Meyra. What is wrong?
Roman. Are you friends?
No. Roman is my tutor.
Tutor? Are you kidding?
No. Roman helped me with a report about irrigation
in Gunung Kidul, Central Java.
Really?
You know I've always been interested in water management.
Especially in Gunung Kidul.
Of course.
Hi, Rompis. What are you doing?
I'm busy, Lan.
With what?
I'm busy with my studies.
Calm down, Man. I'm just asking.
-Yes, this is-- -Man.
Let's go quickly. Here, come on. Man, come on.
-What? I am off, okay? -Who is she?
Roman.
-Sam. -What?
You know Roman's friend, don't you?
Meyra? I've seen her.
-Seriously? -Yes, I am serious.
I have seen her, but Rompis haven't introduced us.
That's strange.
You're Roman's best friend, but he hasn't introduced you?
Do I need to go there?
What do you think?
Sam?
You are disgusting.
Done.
How did it go with Sebastian?
Sebastian… He gave me a new assignment.
He told me to write a new report to make up for the bad results.
I have to do a report
on the Integrated Water Research Management in Gunung Kidul.
I've been given a week.
That is more than enough time.
It would be if I had any idea about Gunung Kidul.
I don't. I'm totally confused. I am totally blind.
I happened to do my thesis on that.
I'll help you.
You don't have to help me.
You are very confident.
Who said it's help?
Then what?
Barter.
Barter with what?
Poetry.
What poetry?
When I was in the toilet that time,
besides your papers flying about,
I saw a notebook filled with poetry.
You're great at writing poems, right?
Not great, just good.
Right, give me next week, okay?
My birthday.
Wulan?
Lan. Wulan. Lan. Wait, Lan.
Lan. Lan. Wulan.
I just got your message.
-Have you seen Roman? -Wulan.
Stay there. Don't come near me.
What's the matter?
Hug your friend. He likes being hugged.
-Lan. -Go hug over there.
If necessary, hug the asphalt.
Here, the fence, a pole, anything. Just hug!
Hug anything you want!
Why didn't you tell me Wulan was here?
She wanted to surprise you.
Do you want a hug?
Is Rompis still following us?
As long as you are angry,
Rompis will follow us like a curious spirit.
I'm not angry.
Try it.
What did I say?
Go away. There, there.
Is he far away?
-Less far away. -Go far away.
The time has finally come, huh?
What time?
Where I am more mature than you two.
You are wrong.
If you're not sulking, then what do you call it, Wulan?
I'm not sulking, Sampret.
Sampret?
Sam and Kampret when it's combined.
Definitely sulking.
Go far away. There.
There.
I'm not sulking.
Then what?
I'm embarrassed.
I'm far away, I come here…
Suddenly, it seems like…
Like I was chasing a guy.
And when I arrived, the boy was hugging another girl.
You've known Rompis for two years, right?
Which means you want to delete your memories of those two years
because of those two seconds?
Two seconds where he hugged another girl.
Think about it.
Was he hugging or getting hugged?
It's different, Lan.
Hugs are normal here.
It's like spitting on the streets in Indonesia.
So…
You don't have to sulk.
If I were you, I would ask Rompis to introduce me to Meyra.
What for?
To check it out. To see
what kind of person Meyra is. Is she cool
or is she just a geek? We don't know.
Is that not it?
Do you think so? Who?
Meyra.
Just a geek, so Roman can't be interested in her?
My opinion?
Meyra is a very cool girl…
and if Rompis doesn't want her,
I will definitely take her.
Damn.
Of course!
When we were in high school, he betrayed me.
Now it is my turn to betray Roman. Right?
Okay, then…
I'll call Rompis, so you can talk.
Poor him,
he wants to be pampered.
But not feel syantik?
-Your favorite song, huh? -No.
I'll call him first.
-Okay. It's safe. -Really?
Yes.
Thank you, OK?
Just want to be with you
-Lan. -Yes?
Look at me, Lan.
Look at me.
I'm sorry, okay?
Don't just use words.
We are not in high school anymore.
What should I do?
I'll do anything, Lan, if you will forgive me.
Do you really still want us to be as close as before?
Like old times, like now,
like whenever it may be, I want to.
Okay.
I only have a week here, Man.
So, please, I beg you…
convince me to wait for you for the next three weeks.
Can you?
I can.
Okay.
So, we made up, right?
I didn't hear.
-Don't be loud either. -You don't say.
I want to be introduced to who was the Bule Depok?
-Meyra? -Yes. Whatever her name is.
Introduce me, OK?
It looks like it was nice to be hugged.
It's been cold. Hugging.
It's very warm.
It was a warm hug.
Jealous?
You are jealous, aren't you?
No. What the hell?
-Jealous, right? -No, that's… Trash can.
If I hug a trash can, would you still be jealous?
-No. -Really?
-Yes. -Why?
It's just a trash can.
-Smelly, huh? -I don't know.
No.
Space.
It's good to be close. Close like this.
I don't want to.
What?
You are laughing.
No.
What the heck?
Hey.
Are you okay?
Your face is like that.
What do you mean?
Yes, like that.
Gloomy again.
Right? That's a fake smile.
Come on.
What is wrong?
I have a new friend.
PRIORITIES: 1. FOCUS ON STUDYING 2. PASS WITH GOOD GRADES
3. QUICKLY RETURN TO INDONESIA 4. HELP MY DAD WITH WORK
Roman.
Roman!
Yes.
We continue again, okay?
-Come on. -Ready?
So, can the construction of small and medium scale dams
be one of the solutions in Gunung Kidul?
They can.
You have to be sure, you can't guess.
Okay. The thing that can hold rain water
so it doesn't go directly to the sea, what is it?
A dam?
Am I right?
-Right? -Why are you guessing?
Hey, Meyra. Are you taking the first class again?
No, I'm only helping him.
Okay.
Man.
If you don't hand in your report this week,
not only did you mess up but me also.
What about Sebastian's trust in me?
Let's do this again.
Okay. Read it first.
I am late.
Mey, sorry. I have to go.
Are you available now?
Do you feel you don't have enough problems?
You invited Meyra.
Man.
I have a feeling.
You might be dead by this afternoon.
Don't exaggerate. Wulan asked to meet her.
Come on.
Even though I'm just joking.
What is this?
The say stroopwafels was made in the late 18th century in Gouda.
A city dubbed the city of cheese.
Well, stroopwafel used to be made from the leftovers
of cake dough ingredients.
So it was said to be food for the poor.
Its suitable for you. My poor friend.
So what if he is poor?
Sam joked.
They've done this since high school.
I joked.
Well, you're not in high school anymore, right?
Why is she like that?
So serious. It's just…
She is leaving.
Huh?
I'm not surprised. She's like that.
Do you want some?
Have some.
Your intentions are very clear, sis.
Intentions?
You don't need to stand up for Roman when there's nothing to defend.
First of all,
And secondly,
your high school joke about Roman is not good for him.
Tell me. Why do care about Roman?
Why?
Do you feel threatened?
Me? Feel threatened by you?
Are you Roman's girlfriend?
Roman and I made a commitment--
For… I haven't finished talking.
Well, there she is.
Sam.
I think you should go.
-Go? -Yes.
OK. Good luck, Man.
Hey. Why are you here?
I am looking at the scenery.
Lan, what happened to you?
Did you cry?
No.
The wind is very strong, right? Dusty.
Where is Meyra?
I don't know. Maybe she's gone.
She is like that, indeed.
Is she very attractive?
Unique. Odd.
Take it easy. You're a lot stranger.
-Really? -Yes.
If there's an odd championship, you'll win it.
What is odd?
Odd.
It's odd that a beautiful girl like you
comes to see a guy like me in the Netherlands.
-Odd, huh? -Odd.
Well, smile.
Who is smiling?
-That's a smile. -No.
Smile.
No.
Rompis.
Hi, Lan.
I have a present for you. Here.
There is a bookstore near my hotel.
Look at this.
Collections of poetry.
I'm sure you will like it.
-But it's better if you-- -Good morning.
Here.
A note from Sebastian's class
that you can add additional material to your report.
Last night I looked in the apartment, it was still there.
Why in this world, must there be a Meyra! Why!
One more thing.
It is a philosophical question. Ask God, not me.
Anyone writing a report must forget to eat.
Do you want to step back?
And because you must miss Indonesian cuisine, I cooked.
Back off as what?
Until now, I don't even know my status with Roman.
Lan, let's try it?
What's on the menu?
So far, it hasn't been a problem for you, right? The no status thing?
So far, there hasn't been a Meyra, Sampret.
Sorry. I only cooked enough for one.
It doesn't matter. I have eaten already
with--
Is she a human being or a ghost?
Arrives without invitation, leaves without being dismissed.
Just let her go. Meyra is like that.
Just make a rival party. An opposition party.
Keep on protecting her.
Lan.
Go on a date with some guy from here to make it even more exciting.
Really, Kampret, you're not helping.
Lan. Where are you going?
You think it's only the ghost that can disappear.
So can I.
-Hey, Lan. -What?
You're a ghost too.
Shut up.
I won't listen to you. You're not helpful at all.
-I am sure you will use my idea. -Whatever.
Opposition party?
Whose side are you on? You are crazy.
Just joking.
Joking.
Sam, a joke is supposed to be funny.
It's not funny.
You're just creating chaos.
You're very sensitive.
Like you're Wulan. Oops, I mean in the period.
Did Wulan agree to your stupid idea?
Absolutely not. She's not crazy.
After all, you're leaving her hanging.
Give a down payment first, sign it, so that it's binding.
What must I give to Wulan for a guarantee?
My pants?
We both know, Sam,
-Wulan is from a family that is-- -Rich?
While you are not?
So?
Man.
If Wulan doesn't have a problem with it,
why are you complaining?
What?
Listen.
What was my nickname in high school?
Rompis.
Rompis. Roman Picisan.
Right. Why was that?
Cool, right?
You should feel sorry for the others.
Daya Bacot, Jopri Nganga.
Have you ever thought why I was called Roman Picisan?
Because I sold my beautiful words.
I was famous for nothing.
A talker.
I hit on girls with my poems. They liked it.
We're not in high school anymore, Sam.
I can't sell beautiful words.
If you think I have to give a guarantee to Wulan,
to a girl of Wulan's status,
I have to try.
I have to show that I can be relied on,
that I can support Wulan, make her happy.
Deeper, my Man.
Before I can become that man,
I won't commit to Wulan with words.
I must prove it to her and act on it.
Damn.
I am touched. Seriously. I'm crying.
Asshole.
Man.
But this is serious.
She's upset.
She's here now, Man.
But you're busy.
I'm busy studying to be a man--
Wulan's future?
Like that?
You know it.
-Yes, I know. -Okay.
The one you claim to be your future is here now.
If you don't look after her,
she might not be your future.
Do you think I am a chick?
Here.
Come down.
-Good morning. -Morning.
You don't have to speak English just because you live in the Netherlands.
It's okay, not too often.
-How did you get here? -I walked.
Walked? Why not take the bus?
Oh, strong woman.
-We should go-- -Roman?
-Hi. -Hi.
Just a well. I want to give this to you.
They might inspire you, right?
Here. Take a look.
-Uh, so… -Bird.
-What's up? -Bird.
-What kind of bird. -Motive bird.
-Where's it? -There. There.
-There. -There are many birds like that here.
Many. By the way, Man, here…
My mother also likes poetry, so this is her collection.
Look at it.
-Is it good? -Very good.
Come on, Man.
Thank you, Mey.
Can I ask something?
Please put the books in my room.
-Number 34. -Thirty-four.
Yes, at the top. Here's the key.
Come on, Man, it will rain.
-Yeah, just a minute. -Come on.
Leave the key outside.
Come on. Come on. Bye.
Come on.
This is so not you to take photos.
I want to send it to my mom and dad so they can see.
If you want to hold my hand, Lan, just do it!
No need to pretend that you're touching me.
What the hell? I am singing.
Right, touching. So it can be like this, right?
-What the heck? -It's okay.
Don't let go. Just like this.
I just want to sing while doing that.
Okay.
I'm afraid to step on the birds.
Take it. Take it.
Tell me. Which one is the motive bird?
There are many.
Which one? Tell me which one.
The motive bird is not here.
The motive bird is blonde.
Anyway, you just need to see which bird is an attention whore.
Itchy, too confident. Which one?
Take a photo. Take a photo.
-Is it good? -Very good.
I'm just a comer.
Coming to this city that is vociferous and noisy.
I'm just a comer.
Like the wind in the valley looking
for leaves so they can fly.
Like my heart every time you come.
Good enough.
What is "good enough"?
-Good enough. -Only good enough?
Are you looking for praises?
Was it impromptu? Note it. You'll forget later.
What if before I note it…
Give. Well.
That's unusual.
Send it to me.
Oh, to send to your mom and dad?
No. To be told to our posterity.
Why?
Okay, I am going to record.
Assalamualaikum.
Waalaikumsalam.
Am I disturbing teenagers going out on the edge?
-Bother? -Who is he?
I don't know who is he. Bother, Lan?
-You think, Sam. -Are you not thirsty?
-Let's get a drink. -You buy.
I'll hold it.
The book is old.
-Come on, my Man. -Don't belong.
-I can be kidnapped. -Come on.
PRIBUMI CINTA
POEM FOR MEYRA
Lan.
Which one do you want?
These are different.
There are two.
You don't want it?
Do you want a hot dog?
Earlier, you said you were thirsty. Now, you don't want anything.
Why?
It's okay.
You are dead, Man.
Why am I dead?
When a girl's face is sullen, but she says it's okay,
something is bound to happen.
-Seriously, are you okay? -Yes!
-Don't be angry, Lan. I just-- -I answered earlier.
Where do you want to go?
Where do you want to go or eat?
It's up to you.
You said it's okay,
now it's up to you.
I should go, right?
I'm afraid to get hit by stray bullets.
Seriously, what's up with you, Lan?
Do you need to write a poem for Meyra?
Turns out you're more stupid than me, bro.
Lan, I can explain.
You have no feelings.
Lan, I can explain everything.
Lan!
Hey, this is your bag…
-Damn it. Now I need to go also. -Lan!
Rompis.
Lan!
-Lan. -Lan.
Man, she crossed.
Did you see where Wulan went?
Wait a minute. Slowly.
Man, that's Wulan, right?
Wulan?
-Lan. -Lan.
Lan. Wulan.
Lan!
It's okay. Huh?
I can speak Bahasa a bit.
My name is Richard.
Wulan.
I left my bag and cellphone, then I was…
I didn't know where to go because I was stray.
What is "stray"?
So, I live in Amsterdam,
but I can't get home because I don't have any money.
Can you help me get back to Amsterdam?
I can help, but tomorrow, okay?
Tomorrow?
It's already nighttime.
There is no public transport.
I need to go now, not tomorrow.
I'll help you tomorrow.
Be careful.
Please take a look around.
If you're hungry, just take it in the cold cupboard?
Cold cupboard?
-Oh, refrigerator. Yes. -Sorry.
My language is lacking.
I understand.
You sleep here tonight.
-I'll help you tomorrow, okay? -Okay.
Good morning.
Morning, Richard.
So, when can we leave?
Sorry to bother you.
My friends in Amsterdam
are probably worried about me.
-Friends? -Yes, friends.
Thank you. Friends.
Do you?
I have.
Yes, a guy, not a girl.
Why tonight?
But I have to go home now. You promised me.
-Hey! How are you? -Hi!
Yes, I can walk by myself.
-Hi. -Hello!
Hey, Wulan, his mother is Indonesian.
Oh?
Wulan sent me a DM on Twitter.
Why to you?
You don't use Twitter, idiot.
Let go of me.
Don't cry, Angel.
My sky will collapse.
This darkness is creepy.
This darkness is thick.
And you hold on tight to the dusk.
So that the light doesn't disappear.
But know Wulandari…
I'll guard you until you are quiet.
Wulandari.
Can we not discuss it now?
-I just want to explain. -Roman.
I am sorry.
I can say sorry, can't I?
May I?
I'm sorry, Lan.
You found the poem.
I should have told you.
Man, never mind. I don't want to talk about that.
I know, Lan, but…
Hey, I have to tell you.
Meyra paid for the poem
because she helped me with my college assignments.
That is all, Lan.
There is nothing more and nothing special too.
Nothing is as special as a fierce girl who is so desperate
to run away in another country.
Without her passport,
her bag, her cellphone too.
Making me half-dead with worry, you know?
Sorry. I know I was wrong.
Don't cut in. I'm not done yet.
I'm sorry.
As long as you're here, I can't make you happy.
You know I'm here to go to college.
You also know what my father did to get me here.
I don't want to disappoint them, Lan.
I want to finish my studies here
so I can go home.
I also want you
to go back to Indonesia and not come back here.
Do you think it's nice to be abandoned?
It's not good.
Okay, don't be fierce.
Try to be funny?
Forgive me, huh?
Yeah.
Man, tomorrow is my last day here.
Yes.
Can we be alone together?
We can.
Promise you won't disappoint me?
Promise.
-What? -Ouch.
The one who wants to date, really excited.
Don't be nosy.
The powder is very thick.
Where do you want to go as a dangdut singer?
I heard someone wants to share his feelings.
Wish me luck, huh?
You don't ask for a wish from me.
My wish quota is up. Make your own wish.
You're bad.
Don't sulk like that, your make-up will smudge.
Never mind.
Nosy, Sampret.
You cook using your heart.
Mey.
You're perfect.
-What? -Beautiful, smart.
But I only need one.
I don't count?
You know what I mean!
Yes, I know, but the past--
I want to take a shower first.
My God, you are so neat.
If the other one is a dangdut singer,
this one is an organ player. Suitable.
If this is the case, you have to get married right away.
No need to date.
How many poems have you prepared?
None. I don't even know what to say.
My goodness. Just say,
"Lan, we are going out," okay? Finished.
Good luck, Man.
Wow. The pantura star.
Yes, Lan, I'll go in a minute.
I'm getting ready.
Roman.
Meyra?
You forgot. We had an appointment today.
Astagfirullahaladzim.
It's your birthday.
Mey, sorry.
I forgot.
Roman.
If you can't come, it's okay.
My birthday is not important.
What is wrong?
Meyra.
Roman?
I know.
I ate your food, Mey.
Delicious.
Yeah?
If it's good, promote it on Instagram.
If not, just stay quiet.
-Do you use social media? -No.
Same, I don't use it either.
I saw Jasmin earlier.
She told me about Michael.
Your deceased fiance
who every year, on your birthday, wrote you a poem.
So what?
It's okay.
I asked you to write a poem. It has nothing to do with that.
Okay.
I just wanted to know
if you write great poems.
Not as great as Michael.
That is for sure.
And no one can replace him.
They can't indeed.
Mey.
You have to remember
that someday, someone will really be right for you.
That person won't replace anyone.
Just like the night.
If there is a moon, it is not a substitute for the sun.
Have you finished your astronomy lesson?
Again.
I'm sorry.
I forgot our promise. I forgot that it's your birthday.
Forgive me?
Now, I have to go.
Happy birthday, Meyra.
Roman!
Earlier, you said you weren't as good as Michael in writing poems.
-Yes. -How do you know?
Have you read his poems?
Everybody who writes poems, Mey, knows
that a poem needs inspiration.
That didn't answer my question.
Michael's poems must be beautiful and lovely
because…
his inspiration was like her.
I have to go.
I'll be late to see Wulan.
Where is the meeting?
Ponder Park.
I'll go with you. I know a shortcut.
Roman, take this one. One bicycle. Come on.
-Come on. -But can you ride it?
God willing.
-Hold on. -Yes. Can you?
I can.
Wait, wait, wait a minute.
-Sam. -Wulan called you.
You can't even be contacted.
I went to her hotel. She checked out.
I called her. She didn't answer. Her cellphone was dead.
Low battery.
-Her phone? -Her heart.
Seriously.
Do you want to break up?
Of course not. I want to explain to her.
By bringing the culprit here?
I can hear you. And I'm not a culprit.
Okay. Now, do you know where she is?
She is at the airport. She's going home.
Home? Her flight is tomorrow.
Can be rescheduled, bro.
Impromptu, can it?
Yes, it can if you have money.
Once in a while, it's good to have money so you don't feel clumsy.
Now what?
I'll go to the airport.
Great. I'm coming. Assalamualaikum.
-Where? -There.
Here it is. "Flight from Schiphol to Jakarta in 30 minutes."
Is it still far to go to the airport?
Kind of.
Can we make it?
Ma'am, can we make it?
Roman, she says she doesn't understand Indonesian.
-What's going on? -It's my tire.
I'm going to make a call.
We need some help.
I don't have a good feeling.
Man, go slowly. My butt hurts.
The flight to Jakarta
is now boarding. Can all passengers
make their way to gate B3?
Come on. Ten minutes left. Faster.
Come on, quickly.
-Come on, bro. -Be patient.
-We split up. -Hey.
They should use their brains.
I took this from Roman's apartment.
Guys are like that.
Their priorities are different from ours.
The top is not necessarily the most important.
And in this case, the last one is the most important.
Where do you get all that from?
You pay attention.
All that effort is for this.
The final priority.
5. PROPOSE TO WULAN
To propose to you, Wulan.
Now I understand.
Do you understand that Roman loves you?
No, that's not it.
I understand now why I felt threatened by you.
Why?
Your heart is good.
Lan.
Pursue her.
Lan. Lan.
-Wulan. -Stop. I'm still mad at you.
You have disappointed me so much, you know?
Sorry, Lan.
How many times have you said sorry?
One thousand.
Too many times.
I might not want to forgive you again.
Ok, we forget about the word sorry.
But maybe…
I want to say a word to you
that has never existed between us.
What?
Love.
I love you, Wulandari.
Lan.
After all this time, I finally said it.
Man.
For a word to have meaning, it shouldn't stay a word.
Romance cannot be sloppy.
There must be action!
She followed my advice.
Left suddenly.
Left suddenly?
-Pursue her. -Lan!
Lan.
Wulan. Lan.
Do you want to be chased?
Is that what action means?
That's not what I meant, but…
Well, it's a good start.
So, what else?
Hug.
Hug?
-It's okay if you don't want to. -I want to.
I want to.
Is this the language of love?
Language of the soul.
Language is happy
which is not spoken.
Really,
love without action,
is like the sun without the moon.
Girl.
Like Roman without Wulan.
Aimless trip.
Eat rendang in a Padang restaurant.
Soft meat sticks to the teeth.
If you want to be loved, I am ready to open my heart.
I asked for poetry, not a rhyme.
Travel to Tanah Abang.
Buy some clothes for Eid.
Better a rhyme, not too mainstream.
The poem will be sloppy.
You're failing badly.
So do you want to go out or Taaruf first?