A production by Sunil Soraya
At this old age... the memories of youth is still very much alive within,
and the imagination and sentiment still crowd the soul.
It was around that time that I began to gather the inspiration behind this tale.
One that might prompt them to say, "It's as if you are recounting your own past."
THE SINKING OF THE VAN DER WIJCK
Whoever it is that serves as center of this story, he has been stricken by misfortune since his young age.
An orphan living alone with his caretaker.
An adaption from the novel "The Sinking of the Van der Wijck" by Buya Hamka
Co-Producer Rocky Soraya
Producer Ram Soraya
Producer Sunil Soraya
My world feels confined if I remain here in Makassar, Auntie.
Let us also fulfill my parents' wishes.
Let me see the land from where I came from.
The birthplace of my father.
I'm concerned, Nak...
...that your family in matrilineal Padang might not welcome you with open arms.
That won't happen. You're simply worrying, Auntie.
Aren't I the legitimate son of Pendekar Sutan?
Father's family will surely welcome me with a glad heart, Auntie.
I will bid farewell at my parents' graves first.
Directed by Sunil Soraya
Greetings. -Greetings.
Auntie, there are many who praise the land of Padang.
Many say that Islam even came here through Padang.
And they say that there are now religious schools there.
Before your father, Sutan, passed away, he left 1,000 gulden...
...for our living expenses and your education.
You must invest the funds as you have done, Auntie.
I only need some for my travels, Auntie, and a few hundred for my living expenses while away.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Who is it? Who are you looking for this late at night? -Greetings. I am looking for Auntie Jamilah.
I am Auntie Jamilah. Who are you? -I am Zainuddin. From Makassar.
Zainuddin? From Makassar? -I am Pendekar Sutan's son.
Zainuddin? Sutan's son? -Yes, Auntie.
Ah, come in, come in.
Excuse me.
What brings you here?
Is there any last messages of your late father's that you need to pass on?
No, Auntie. I merely wish to preserve the relations.
I wish to visit Father's relatives in this village of Batipuh.
If so, you will be staying for a while then?
It is best to discuss this with the elders of my family.
That is our custom in receiving guests here.
To tell the truth... I am not-- -I... could help a bit, Auntie.
So long as I can stay.
I want to see the beauty of the birthplace of my father. I also want to study Islam.
Don't misunderstand me, Zainuddin.
It's not that I'm asking for money... I was simply afraid of not being able to serve a guest.
Please have a drink. -Yes, Auntie.
Take a look at the birthplace of your father. -Dear God. It's so breathtaking.
If you want to study Islam you can visit the religious school after evening prayers.
You could also listen to the prayers being recited. -Yes, Uncle. I would love to.
Just returned from school, Ati? -Yes, Uncle.
Who is that, Uncle? -Her name is Hayati, 'nature's beauty'.
The locals call her 'the beauty of Mount Merapi, the pride of her family'.
Hayati is an orphan.
Hayati and her brother, Ahmad, live with their uncle. He is the Chief Elder of this village.
Hayati and Ahmad go to school in Padang Panjang.
She is so beautiful. -Of course she is. She's the beauty of Batipuh.
Unfortunately, her uncle has declared her off limits to the young men of Batipuh.
In this village, the power of the Chief Elder could seal the fate of his niece.
Zainuddin, we'll be off. -Yes, go ahead.
Ati, look at who's arrived.
He's staring at you, Ati. -... Shh.
What if it rains until morning, Ati? We could be here all night.
We won't be able to go to school, won't graduate. I'll become dumb.
Banun and Hayati, two poor Minang maidens.
It isn't that bad. Sweltering heat has its shades, rain will also eventually let up.
Hayati, go on home.
Use my umbrella.
Go on.
Your uncle would be furious if you come home late.
Ati, don't refuse someone's kindness.
It isn't nice.
But... what about yourself? -I'm a man. This is nothing.
Even staying here overnight wouldn't be a burden.
Ah, rain comes with its blessings. Goodwill brings with it fortune.
You're more than welcome to spend the night here.
It just so happens that none of the dishes piled high as Mount Merapi have been washed.
Thank you, Zainuddin.
Come, Ti.
Go on home, Hayati. So your family doesn't worry.
Thank you, Zainuddin. Farewell.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Where should I return this umbrella to?
I-I'm staying with Auntie Jamilah, Hayati.
May peace be with you.
Through my brother, Ahmad, I hereby return the umbrella I have borrowed.
How grateful I am for your kindness.
My gratitude cannot be expressed through this letter.
Firstly, you willingly braved the rain...
...to look after a girl you have yet to know.
Secondly, I am even more grateful that I could get to know and exchange words with you,
someone who is known to be kind.
And so the rain brought with it not only showers, but also blessings.
May it be that in the near future, I could return your kindness.
Hayati.
You're here, Zainuddin.
I have been waiting for you.
'Waiting for me...' What is it that you mean?
Please let me know so I can hurry on home. -I was afraid of disturbing you.
I have been waiting for you simply to give you this.
So shakes my hand as I begin to write to you.
Greetings. -Greetings.
My heart drives me on to write.
Feelings abound, but as soon as I hold my pen, I lose my thoughts.
I am unsure of where to start.
It is apparently unseemly in the eyes of others that I write this letter.
I know a little of the strong customs of your village.
In Makassar, I am considered a Padangese. Here, I am considered a Makassarese.
How is he? -Same as last year, still being bullied.
Excuse us, Zainuddin. This concerns us. It is better if you stay out of it.
You are not a Minang.
It is better if you leave us alone.
How about if we inform the regions?
No, let's conduct a seminar. -Agreed! A seminar!
I apologize for pouring out my sorrow, Hayati.
I send this letter without requesting a reply.
I am simply pouring my heart out.
And I am certain, a hand that soft, eyes filled with such honesty...
...will not break one's heart.
Will you become my closest friend, Hayati?
I realize that I am a destitute and an outcast. An orphan.
But as God wills, my heart is true.
Do believe me. It will be difficult for you to find a heart as pure as mine...
...as it has been washed by tears of suffering since my birth.
May peace be with you. Signed, Zainuddin.
Hayati, look... It's Zainuddin.
Thank you, sir.
Where from, Zainuddin?
I... From where I usually sit down to write. -What do you write?
Manuscripts and stories, Hayati.
Hayati, I'll go first. Mother is waiting for the water.
Yes, go ahead. I will be with you in a moment.
Zainuddin.
Where have you gone these past four days? -I am embarrassed, Hayati. I am afraid.
You don't have to be on account of your letter.
Such a beautiful letter that opens the key to the human heart.
I regret that I don't possess the eloquence such as yours...
...to return such a graceful letter.
Haven't I told you that I'm not asking for a reply?
I only ask for one thing,
that you do not break the heart of the one who seeks shelter in you.
Hayati, you give me hope.
You have given me the strength to have the courage to declare the truth.
And here is my sincerity, Hayati. I am emboldening myself to confess...
...that I love you, Hayati.
It is my hope that you consent to becoming my lifelong companion.
My heart has fallen for you.
May you consent to becoming my companion through life and death.
I await for your reply with bated breath, Hayati.
Zainuddin.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Where from, Zainuddin? -From Anwar's house, my religious studies classmate.
A-and you, Hayati? -From gathering water.
Ah, I see...
Where is Anwar? -He's not coming with.
Ah yes, m-may I help you? -T-there's no need, Zainuddin.
In that case, I'll be off. -Yes, farewell.
We have to act fast. That outcast has dared defile the customs of our people!
My ears are burning listening to what people are saying out there.
The two were by themselves at the cottage.
If need be, we'll resort to violence. We'll get the hoodlums to take care of him!
Elder Garang! That is not the way of the Minang people. We do not resort to violence.
We have to speak on their level. I will ask him to have a heart to heart.
Yes, Chief Elder.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Have you heard, Hayati? -What about, Chief Elder?
Zainuddin.
I have instructed him to leave Batipuh.
If he really wishes to pursue his studies as he has intended...
...it is best for him to leave for Padang Panjang or Bukittinggi.
He is aware of this.
Why have you sent him away?
There have been too many false accusations against his relationship with you!
But our relationship is chaste, Chief Elder. It does not cross the boundaries of decency.
Ati! Do not measure the values of your village against the books that you read.
Love is just a fanciful delusion, a fairytale in a book.
You are the pride of the family. Zainuddin is not of Minang lineage!
You have brought shame! Destroyed the family name, brought down your elders, disrupted the village...
...upset households and shamed your village.
Don't you know? Mount Merapi still stands tall.
Our custom still remains strong. It has withstood the test of time.
Zainuddin wishes to follow the right path, he wishes to ask my hand in marriage.
It could not be, Ati!
Someone like him cannot be relied upon as a support in life.
In this age and time, a husband has to have a definite lineage.
He has to have a livelihood. He has to be able to provide a living.
If you marry Zainuddin and bear children, who will they look up to among their father's relatives?
How could you have slain Zainuddin?
How could you have also slain me, your own niece?
That is not my intention, Hayati...
One day, you will understand.
You will praise my decision, the very one you lament today.
I have plenty of experience, Ati.
This is why I am the Chief of Elders. I have experienced life's ups and downs.
May your love for Zainuddin perish.
You may cry now, but you will eventually see reason.
Farewell, Auntie.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Zainuddin... Leave Batipuh immediately. Your name is being mentioned repeatedly.
I heard a few young men are intending harm.
Leave immediately for Padang Panjang.
Look for Mr. Labay. He teaches religion. He is kind hearted and kind mannered.
Study under his tutelage.
Zainuddin...
Hayati.
Zainuddin. -How did you know I would be here?
This is where you usually write.
Zainuddin...
There is nothing I can say to keep you from leaving.
Zainuddin.
I heard this morning that you will be leaving Batipuh.
Even if you go, you will always be close to my soul.
Zainuddin, never grief. Do not despair.
Love does not weaken the heart. It does not bring forth tears. It does not break hope.
Instead, it strengthens the heart. Breaths life into hope.
Go, Zainuddin.
May God grant protection to us both.
Hayati...
Whether I despair or grow hopeful in this uncertain life,
it is not dependent upon my own self. Neither is it due to others.
It is because of you, Hayati.
You are the one who could give me courage.
You, too, are the one who has the power to make me suffer for eternity.
You could destroy my hope. You, too, could slay me.
Zainuddin... My heart is filled with love for you.
And may God hear that it is you, Zainuddin, who will one day become my husband.
If not here on earth, then my husband in the afterlife.
I will not betray my vow. Will not lie before God.
The spirits of my ancestors as my witnesses.
Your vow is such a grave one, Hayati. -It is not. It is the truth.
And whether you wander far or even near,
whether you return within a year's time, two, or ten,
whether this village of Batipuh has turned dark before your return...
I will still be waiting.
Go search for our happiness.
Wherever you go, I will still be yours.
And should we one day meet, I will remain pure and untouched for you, my love.
For you.
If it is so, Hayati, I will leave full of hope.
A hope that was nearly extinguished before I saw you standing before me.
Hayati, write me some letters.
And should there be no hindrance, I will then reply in kind.
I will write them as often as I can. I will pour out all the feelings in my heart.
As you have said all this time,
"Through letters we could more freely express our feelings."
Hayati... who knows when else we would meet.
Give me a token. My talisman in life.
And I shall request it be buried in my grave when I die.
Please... Even if it isn't worth anything to you, to me it holds an untold value.
Keep this as your talisman.
My heart and soul is with it.
Farewell, Zainuddin.
Padang Panjang is indeed the place to pursue one's studies. The place to study Islam.
The religious schools are more progressive.
Where I went to school, the students were taught English and Dutch.
I have discussed this with Muluk.
Muluk will occupy the room in the back, you will stay in the one upfront.
Yes, Auntie.
Where has your son gone to, Ana? -The marketplace, where else?
He's a delinquent after all. -A shame. He should've followed his father's footsteps.
Abdul Bahri is a good man. Well-respected around these parts. And here his son...
Ah, Zainuddin, let me take you to your room. -Yes, Auntie.
This way. -Excuse me.
What are you? The son of the devil? Greet someone properly.
Hey, you're here. I didn't see you earlier, Uncle Etek.
Of course I would've greeted you properly if I had seen you, Uncle Etek.
This is Zainuddin. He will go to school here. He wishes to study Islam under your uncle.
Greetings. I was told to stay in your room. -That's quite alright. I'm often out anyway.
He prefers to visit other people's stalls. God knows what he does over there.
He refuses to go to school when told to. And to pray?... Such a lazy son.
Zainuddin, Muluk, take a look at this.
Mr. Darwis, my English teacher, has his article published in the newspaper.
I could submit my articles, too. I could make some money.
How lucky. He had the pleasure to write, and at the same time earned some money.
What's the pleasure in writing?
My hands would get tired. -Do they get tired when you use them to gamble?
Ana, you need pray unceasingly for your son.
So he can become a God-fearing son. Become mature and return to the mosque.
Dear, God! Will you look at him? No shame whatsoever.
Put it back!
You must have not eaten yet.
Come join me at the stall. -Alright.
Labay?
I will teach you how to gamble. -Dear God! Muluk!
VAN DER WIJCK TO SAIL FROM JAVA TO ANDALAS
Zainuddin, my beloved... I can breath freely now.
We will soon see each other, love of my heart. I have been given permission to visit Padang Panjang.
Ten days to come see the horse race and the bustling fair.
I will be staying at my close friend's, Khadijah.
Mother, Sofyan! Hayati is here!
Zainuddin, how lucky we are.
We could meet face to face each day of the race and fair.
Each day, Zainuddin. Each and every single day.
To mend our hearts and dispel the festering anguish.
...you've finally arrived.
It was quite a journey, wasn't it, Auntie? -Khadijah.
It was. -Ati, this is Sofyan, my fiancé.
This is my closest friend, Hayati. -Greetings.
Greetings. -This is Auntie Tangah.
Welcome.
I thought she was one of the beauties from the folklores.
There's Mother. -Mother.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Hayati.
How are you? -Doing well, praise be to God.
Where is Aziz? He hasn't arrived yet, Khadijah?
Hayati, have you met Aziz, Khadijah's older brother?
Whenever there's a fair and a horse race, he's bound to take leave and visit home.
Alright, then. Let's go in.
Please, Hayati, Auntie. -Let's.
Keep going.
Hendrick!
Hurry up! Faster!
Aziz, are you crazy? Slow down!
PRICE LIST
If I cut my hair, I won't have money left to eat, Muluk.
I wonder what Hayati, your love, looks like.
Ati, how do you like it here? Are you enjoying yourself?
Very much so. It's been a while since I last came to Padang Panjang.
Welcome to my house. -Thank you, Aziz.
Mother, Ijah.
There's Aziz. -Aziz!
Let me introduce you to my son. Come!
Aziz. -Aziz, I have missed you so.
Please stay for a while, Aziz.
I can't stay for long. I'm only here for the horse race.
This is Hendrick and Maria.
They're also here for the horse race.
Maria, are you pregnant? -Yes, five months.
Congratulations! -Thank you.
Aziz, invite Hendrick and Maria to lunch, would you?
Alright? -Yes, Mother.
This is my closest friend, Hayati.
Come, let me introduce you.
My brother has been mesmerized by your beauty, Ati.
This is Aziz, who works in Padang.
Hayati has just arrived from Batipuh, Aziz.
Khadijah has often told about you. Apologies for only being able to meet you now.
Ijah, you have told a lie.
Hayati is far more beautiful than what you have told.
Come. -Come.
Ouch, that hurts. Cut my hair, Muluk, not my ears.
Calm down a little, Zainuddin.
There's no need for excessive cutting, what matters is the style.
You said you wanted to meet Hayati. -You're right. A little pain is nothing.
Girls would go crazy over you.
Have a look, Zainuddin. -Goodness. Is that a new hairstyle?
A handsome style. A halved traditional fruit style. -I see, I see.
Muluk, how festive will the fair and horse race be tomorrow?
Why don't you see for yourself?
Tomorrow is a big day not only for you, but for Padang Panjang as well.
But such a dress surely doesn't suit me well, Ijah.
People will stare at me. I would be embarrassed.
We do wear clothes to be noticed by others and to become centers of attention.
Such is the nature of women, isn't it?
We're here to see the horse race, Ijah. Not to become a spectacle for the crowd.
Besides... my intention is to see Zainuddin.
He will be mesmerized by your beauty, Ati.
And you? -Good.
Busy but happy we can go to the horse race shortly.
Have you been to the horse races before? -Yes, I have gone often.
Did you enjoy it? -Yes, I did.
Good. I'd like to go. Maybe we could win some money.
How is Maria? -She's fine.
Five months pregnant and it's going well.
Aziz, we are ready.
Hayati, Ijah, you both look stunning in those dresses.
Thank you, Maria. -You're welcome.
You are stunning.
The dress looks striking on you.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Aziz.
Are you ready? -Yes.
Are you all ready? -Yes, I'm ready to go.
Alright, let's all go then.
You want to take a ride, Khadijah? -Let's go on that ride later on.
Hey...
How are you?
Ijah, let me talk to my colleagues first.
Hayati...?
Hayati!
Hayati.
You...
Hayati...
Zainuddin.
Hayati, who is this?
Zainuddin. -Ah...
Ijah, come on.
Ati. Come.
Excuse us, Zainuddin.
Let's go.
There are people who want to pass.
BUKIT AMBACANG HORSE TRACK
Cheers! -Cheers!
I want to bet on the white horse.
I'm in. -Are you sure?
Yes. -Yes, right.
Put it all on the white horse.
Ati, who was the fellow we met outside earlier? -His name is Zainuddin.
Is that the fellow you've been mentioning, Ati?
Your friend is a goody-two-shoes, isn't he, Hayati? He dresses to the horse race as if going to the mosque.
That's how someone who thinks too much is like.
Even his sarong is a Bugis sarong. -He actually is from Makassar.
Oh? He's not from around here?
Which one do you like, Ijah? -The black one.
I fancy the white one. -The black horse is so small.
Ati, it's about to start! Come on!
Look at the white horse, Ati. He's bound to win. -That's my horse, Ati.
Come on, Hayati. We're here to see the horse race.
I came here to see Zainuddin.
Why are you flushed, Ati? -I feel dizzy, Ijah.
I'm sorry, I'll head on home. Please stay until it's over.
I'll have Aunti Tangah give me a massage.
I can't let you. We came here together, we'll leave together.
BUKIT AMBACANG HORSE TRACK
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Aziz, Ati isn't feeling well. -Are you sick?
In that case, we'll all head on home.
Her health is paramount. Come.
I-it's quite alright, Aziz. I know the way home.
No.
That's not being a true friend.
When one is happy, the rest are, too. When one is unwell, the others feel it, too. Come.
Sofyan. -Alright.
Aziz, I am sure you won't say no if you were to be matched with Hayati.
To be quite honest, Aziz, during this past week I've been enamored by her manners.
She's beautiful, humble and even polite. She'd make a good wife for you.
We will be lucky to join our families.
A village girl is bound to be a stick in the mud when brought to live in the city.
She had a headache from merely going to the horse race.
What if she's brought over to a big city like Padang? -That shall be easy to remedy.
If we wrap her up in gold, show her pleasures abound,
she's become a modern person.
After she marries you, I'll make her even more sophisticated than a city girl.
Perhaps she already has a fiancé. -She isn't engaged yet.
There's a bit of a love story with a Makassarase boy. Rumor has it he's an outcast.
The Chief Elder would never allow it.
Zai... Zainuddin? The goody-two-shoes with the sarong? -That's the one.
Stop your frivolous partying with your Dutch friends, Aziz.
You are still a Minang.
I will ask our relatives to request Hayati's hand in marriage, alright?
My intent to request the elders to gather at the family house...
...is to come to an agreement, for misfortune will befall us if we do not agree and fight.
We already know of the rumors.
It is time we converse regarding the adversity that has befallen our relative, Hayati.
There has come one who has asked for her hand in marriage.
His name is Aziz. The son of Sutan Mantari, renowned and powerful during his lifetime.
And then there arrived a letter from Zainuddin as well.
The intent of the letter is identical.
We have weighed the good and bad, the benefits and the disadvantages.
Our decision is unanimous...
...Aziz is the one whose offer we will accept.
A good match. -Agreed.
Then we are agreed.
Summon Hayati.
Forgive me, Chief Elder... Hayati is still in love with Zainuddin.
Such a disgrace! Are you trying to insult us elders?
Where can it be that someone without a family name, without his roots, could be accepted as a son-in-law?
The world would collapse.
But what if Hayati's heart shatters?
What if she commits suicide?
It is better for her to die then to disgrace her elders!
To destroy customs and the institution of our land, the integrity of tradition, our true roots.
What use does she have for living if only to shame us all?
Zainuddin's birth mother is not from Minangkabau.
His father is Pendekar Sutan, also a Minang.
Don't say another word, young man!
So you don't understand our roots after all.
Zainuddin will put us all to shame!
It is unseemly for us to insult someone merely because of their different ethnicity and roots,
for each land stands upon its own traditions.
How dare you! I know more than all of you!
Ati.
Do you know why your elders have gathered?
A man has come to ask your hand in marriage, Aziz from Padang Panjang.
Then a letter from Zainuddin arrived as well.
After we have weighed the good and the bad...
...we have accepted Aziz to be your husband.
Our decision is unanimous, may you gladly accept it.
What is your reply?
Answer, Hayati. I wish to go home, so do the others.
Hurry up and answer! Your time is short, it is close to supper.
If she remains silent, she is in agreement.
Answer Hayati!
So we may conclude this meeting with the burning of incense with ease.
Answer, Hayati!
Whatever the elders deem is best.
I will comply.
All praise be to the God of the Universe.
We have received your letter and understood its intent.
Because the way of Minangkabu is to find unanimous resolve,
the whole of Hayati's family has gathered to converse and come to an agreement.
For we cannot come to an agreement, we deny your request.
May you forgive us of any slight.
Muluk, please find out who this Aziz is. Aziz from Padang Panjang.
Which gambler wouldn't know his name?
His parents are respected for being employed by the Dutch. So is Aziz.
He is a gambler. A home wrecker.
Hayati, my beloved. What was the true event?
Has our fate been sealed?
Is it true that our relationship has now been broken?
Do you remember that we have vowed to be together through life and death?
What have caused me to be erased from your heart?
Hayati, you have been deceived.
They have deceived you with wealth and worldly pleasures.
Do not let it cross your mind that there is a greater joy in life than the joy of love.
Hayati, my beloved.
It is within you that the virtue of chastity and purity filled with sincere love meets.
When others despise me for my lack of wealth, for my roots,
you have embraced my weak arms, you have welcomed my hoarse voice.
I know that you and Aziz are now engaged. I cannot deny this.
But I have heard of Aziz's true nature,
and so I write this letter to remind you...
...that it would seem as if your marriage won't meet it's true intent.
This is only a marriage of wealth and a marriage of beauty.
No. I do not believe that you could be so cruel and vicious.
I still remember the afternoon by the lake...
The gentle heart, the tears that ran down your face...
...towards your lips as they form the heartfelt promise to live together forever with me.
Thank you, sir.
Zainuddin.
This is not a marriage of wealth and beauty.
I am the one who made the decision to accept Aziz as my husband.
My adversary is my own heart, and so I accepted the offer from my elders.
We will both shed tears for a while,
but one day you will come to realize...
...that this is the life God has chosen for your happiness.
Choose a wife more beautiful and wealthy than I.
You know that I am destitute...
...and that you yourself live in poverty. It is not sufficient to support a household.
And so it is best we set our feelings aside...
...and bid farewell.
Elder Sampuno Kayo. -Yes.
We would like to request your permission.
Speak, Elder.
May the core of tradition always be unanimous in its intent for the good of all.
I come before you.
In regards to the greetings and salutations, all is within the guidelines of the council...
...and the intent of propriety with which you have been approached.
That is to say, the proper conduct is within the existing regulations and measures of tradition.
Let us be closest of friends for eternity.
It is my hope that you forget all that has passed.
Forgive my mistakes and carelessness.
Let us believe that the past has never happened.
Signed, Hayati.
I want to return home, Auntie.
There is no place for me in Father's land.
Auntie, the land of Makassar is calling me home.
Is that you, Hayati?
I have missed you so.
I have recovered from my illness.
Come closer, my love. I have waited for you for such a long while.
I know you would not betray your promise.
Come sit, my love. You wish to live with me forever.
His ailment is not a common one. It is his mind that has been shaken.
The burden of his soul is grave.
For the sake of humanity, we should ask if-- -Hayati...
Hayati...
...Hayati should come to visit Zainuddin.
Yes, even if just for once.
Greetings.
Come on, Zainuddin. You've only had water for two days. Eat something.
Yes, Zainuddin. Eat a little. -Greetings.
Greetings. -Greetings.
Zainuddin... Zainuddin, wake up, son.
Open your eyes. Take a look, Hayati is here.
Auntie.
It is best if Hayati herself wakes him up. Hopefully he will regain consciousness.
Zainuddin.
Zainuddin...
Who is calling my name?
Is that you, Hayati?
Her voice...
I recognize that voice well.
Please assist him. -Careful, Zainuddin.
Where is Hayati?
It is you...
Hayati... you came at the right moment.
I have prepared a house for us to live in.
I have equipped the house with what we need.
I will get my black garment.
My wedding attire.
This is our officiant. He has been waiting for your arrival for some time.
We will immediately hold the ceremony.
After we are wed, we will leave for Makassar. We will go see the land of Makassar.
We will visit the resting place of my parents. We'll lay flowers on their graves.
You are so beautiful today, Hayati. This traditional garment is what I love.
Just as it was at our first encounter.
This scarf is a white silk scarf. This is indeed your wedding attire.
Give me your hand, Hayati.
We will greet your uncle.
I will hold your hand throughout my life until the day that I die.
My love, why are you backing away?
Are you still shy even though today is our wedding day?
Give me your hand.
Oh...
You belong to someone else.
You have slipped away from my grasps.
It is forbidden for me to touch your hand.
Get out, all of you. Leave! Leave me alone.
I don't have anything to do with them. Neither are they of any relations to me.
Leave! Get out!
Don't be rash, Zainuddin!
What's the use of helping someone like that?
We're going home.
I will talk to Zainuddin for a minute. -Please do, son.
Such a young age...
...and I'm already shouldering such heavy sorrow.
Stop with the misery, Zainuddin. Whatever has happened is done.
Zainuddin, you have studied plenty while you're here.
You have gained character, manners and an open mind.
Don't be weaker than us delinquents who can't even recite the prayers.
It serves no good for such a worthy life to be confined to the thoughts of a woman.
The woman you so worship has betrayed you, has broken her promise!
Here you are suffering in your affliction, while she herself?
She's enjoying the newlywed life with her husband.
You are an educated person, Zainuddin. Why be shattered by a woman?
Where is the fight for the dignity of a man?
Don't let your life be stolen and destroyed by the damning woman.
You have to rise back up and stand tall.
Try again to see the vast world and immerse yourself in it.
There are still countless joy and peace within it.
You can do this,
and taste how sweet the joy and fortune are.
Love does not teach us to become weak. Rather, it inspires strength.
Love does not break the spirit, rather, it inspires it.
Show that woman that you would not die despite her butchering you.
Spirit?
Yes, spirit.
Many a great man has lost in love.
And because of that loss, took another path.
Delved into politics, wrote books, wrote poems, endeavored in life.
So that he could rise to the highest peak,
and the woman would look up to him from below.
I know you are gifted in writing.
There are numerous books on your desk. Countless essays and stories.
Why don't you continue to pursue that?
If one's mind is closed, how could one write?
People say that it's when suffering a heartbreak like this that the inspiration to write comes.
These days, newspapers are being printed everywhere, enlightening the masses.
Publishing news, knowledge, poems and verses, stories and sagas.
If you could transform those grand ideas into writing, you would certainly succeed.
You are right about everything, Muluk.
What has happened, is done.
A wound will heal.
From now on, I will shift my mindset, my life.
I will no longer bear Hayati in mind. I will forget her.
But… -What is it now, Zainuddin?
If I wish to move forward, to strive in my life,
I cannot stay here forever.
I do not want the city of Padang to remind me of...
...what I have deemed is the past.
I will move to the land of Java.
They say that it is a land of opportunity.
To Batavia, Zainuddin?
I know of a young man from Padang who works in Batavia.
He says he works at the newspaper agency. I will write him.
Send your literary works there.
I will come with you. I admire you very much.
Take me as your servant, assistant, helper.
And loyal closest of friends.
Do you truly wish to accompany me? -Yes, Zainuddin.
I wish to emulate your many virtues.
I want to start a new life and leave my delinquent life behind.
I want to take heed and repent onto the right path.
For no matter how far we stray, it is to the truth that we shall return.
I need you as well.
This is my promise, that what I eat shall be what you eat.
Closest of friends until we die. -Closest of friends until we die.
Batavia, Muluk. -Batavia, Zainuddin.
We have arrived in paradise.
With so many pretty ladies, I could easily find a wife.
Hey, girl! -Hello.
Goodness, Muluk!
They even have someone to brush your shoes in the city.
Might as well brush and shine mine.
Good God! You have to pay? Forget about it.
Muluk, look.
'Van der Wijck'. The largest, most luxurious Dutch ship there is, Muluk.
Made by Feijenoord. It has begun its voyage from Java to Andalas.
I read it in the newspaper that published my story.
Such a huge ship.
If I make it rich in my journeys, I'll take my mother aboard the Van der Wijck.
May your wish come true. Let's go, Muluk.
Come in, come in.
What do you think? Nice, isn't it?
So expensive for such a small room.
I'm changing my mind on opening a stall. I'll just establish countless rentals in Batavia.
I would make a killing. -You talk too much, Muluk.
It might be small, but it's all my own. Whereas you? What do you have?
Just your big hair.
Ah, Zainuddin, I have received your writings,
and have also passed it on to Mr. Iskandar.
He's the owner of the newspaper agency. He said he wishes to meet with you.
The literary quality is quite sufficient.
I could publish it as a serial in our newspaper.
If you need a typewriter, Rusli can arrange it with the warehouse, alright?
Thank you, Mr. Iskandar.
I need to go. There's plenty of work left to do in Padang.
Yes, Aziz.
"OUTCAST"
BY Z
"OUTCAST" PART VII
"OUTCAST" PART XVI
"OUTCAST" BY Z
"WHERE SHOULD I RETURN HOME TO"
Congratulations. Our book are all sold out. -Thank you.
Impressive.
Congratulations, Zainuddin. -Thank you.
Congratulations, Muluk. -Thank you.
Quite honestly, it's as if the story truly happened.
Very beautiful.
Have you ever been to Surabaya? -...No.
There are quite a few Minang people there as well. There's even a club, if I'm not mistaken.
"The Sumatera Youth Club".
Hajj Kasim is my father.
He owns a newspaper agency in Surabaya,
but there's nobody to take care of it, and so it's losing money.
My father wishes for the newspaper agency to run again and become successful.
But I can't take over since I'm busy handling the publishing affairs over here.
And so he is offering this opportunity to you.
I have faith that a young man like you...
...is astute, honest and reliable.
If you agree to it, we'll split the profit 50-50. How about it?
I'm Soesilo, Hajj Kasim's trusted confidant in Surabaya.
Mr. Zainuddin, welcome the business city of Surabaya.
Please breath life into our office through your literary works.
KENTJANA BOOKSTORE
You are famous now.
Don't say that, Muluk.
You played a role in it, too.
Now that you're famous, go buy some new clothes. Why are you still wearing those tattered ones?
I'll sew them at home, Muluk. -Just go ahead and buy new ones, Zainuddin.
If you keep sewing them, your hand might get pricked by the needle.
You won't be able to write, won't be able to work, there won't be any books.
I'll go back to being a delinquent.
In that case, where do we find one, Muluk? Do you know of a place?
Ah, see. Take a look, Zainuddin.
Come.
Let's go in.
Is there anything I can help you with?
Please make my friend over. His shirt, pants, shoes. All the latest styles.
An easy request. Wait here.
We'll get an automobile after.
...Automobile?
Yes. You're a successful person. You want to keep riding the horse cart?
But I can't drive, Muluk.
I will teach you.
But can you drive, Muluk?
Come in, Ras.
Yes, Hayati. -I have missed you.
Such a beautiful house, Hayati. -Thank you.
Please sit down. -I will.
I am so glad that you've come to visit Padang Panjang.
It feels lonely at times when Aziz leaves for work in Padang.
Why don't you come with him to Padang, Hayati? He only comes home every Saturday, doesn't he?
Besides, Aziz already has a house in Padang.
Speaking of which, to ward off your loneliness, read this book. It's such a beautiful story.
Heartbreaking. An extraordinary tale. Renowned. A bestseller everywhere.
Three times I've read the book, three times I've cried, as well.
You're like a snake oil salesman at the market.
The Jamal character in this story bears very close resemblance to your Zainuddin, Hayati.
Do you mind if I drink the water? I'm thirsty.
It's such a lengthy trip to your house.
Here is the catalog.
Good morning.
Here are the papers I have to report to you.
I see. -Here they are, Sir.
Good morning, Sir. -Morning.
Zainuddin, the latest catalog has arrived.
This is great. Thank you, Muluk.
BOOK CATALOG PUBLISHED BY PUSTAKA RAKYAT SURABAYA, AUTHOR: Z
Ati.
Mother. -Yes.
What did you cook? -Spiced meat. Go on and eat.
Greetings, Aziz.
I'll pour your water. -There's no need.
I'm sorry, Aziz. I-- -You should know when your husband gets home, Ati.
Let it go, Mother. There's no telling someone who's-- -Someone who is what, Aziz?
I've only made the mistake this once. I usually always wait for you at the terrace.
When you didn't come home without any news, I still waited for you until late into the nigh--
Enough.
Such a country bumpkin.
She's been reading a book these past few days. Who knows what kind of a book.
Let it go. Why don't you eat your dinner?
Forgive me, Ati.
I am exhausted.
Don't hurt me too often, Aziz.
You have a sharp tongue, my heart is often hurt.
Do you want to prepare my dinner, Ati?
I want to eat dinner in peace.
And celebrate my success.
I was given an opportunity. Promoted to manage the branch office.
We will leave Padang Panjang...
...and move to Surabaya.
Before I buy the house, I have a small question.
Why does a house this grand cost so little?
It was repossessed by the bank. The owner was a Dutch, a fugitive of the government...
...who committed fraud and other crimes.
Very well, Sir. I'll take it. Please refer to Muluk for all matters.
Alright. Thank you very much, Mr. Shabir. -My pleasure.
"The penniless without a name wishes to wed Bunga..." Pssh, that can never be.
"This land has its traditions."
Pssh...
You read...
...to the point of forgetting your husband.
Keep on reading, why don't you?
You don't greet your husband and instead fall asleep. Where's dinner?
I have waited since dusk. -Pssh...
I was exhausted, perhaps I had fallen asleep. Don't say those words.
Let me prepare dinner. I haven't eaten myself.
Aziz!
What's this smell, Aziz? Are you drunk?
Aziz...
Aziz, don't. Stop, Aziz.
"Leave, you penniless boy. Our land has its traditions! You do not deserve the village beauty."
This tale is exactly that of the Makassar cockroach.
Aziz. -What?
That is such a vile thing to say.
Why? I can't read this book? -...Nobody's saying that you can't.
I'm suspicious. The Makassar cockroach could very well be the author.
I noticed that this is published in Batavia. Didn't he wander there?
His name is Zainuddin, Aziz. There's no need to put him down.
To my knowledge, he never-- -That's how it is!
"Zainuddin".
Still missing him, aren't you?
You don't like what I just said? Why?
Ah, you are still in love with him after all.
Hayati. -Dear God.
Why do you still keep bringing him up?
What's the use of me waiting for you, counting days until you would come home.
It breaks one's heart to be such a wife--
Shut up!
Idiot!
Bumpkin.
Greetings, Mr. Shabir. -Greetings.
Uncle. -Mr. Shabir.
Syawal. Muluk. -Yes.
Here, Uncle.
The invitation is ready. -Thank you.
I will make sure that all the Sumaterans in Surabaya would come.
Would attend your big event.
After the event, as a sign of gratitude, I will invite them all to a banquet at my place.
Muluk, please make the arrangements. -Yes, Zainuddin.
Greetings. -Greetings.
This will be a grand event, Uncle. -If God so wills.
INVITATION "THE OUTCAST OPERA" BY: Z
"Mr. Shabir, known as the writer under the pen name 'Z'"
" 'The Outcast Opera', led by the writer himself and fully supported by the Sumatera Youth Club."
Take me this one time, my husband.
There's no use. The opera of our people is of no interest.
The acting is not as refined, unlike a Dutch opera.
Even so, please take me this one time.
I wish to get to know the other Minang women who live here.
Please, my husband?
Cast him out! -Don't send him away!
Jamal, Jamal! -Drive him out!
THE OUTCAST OPERA
RENOWNED WRITER AND PRODUCER MR. SHABIR (Z)
Please...
It might be worth nothing to you,
but to me it holds an untold value.
Keep this as a talisman.
My heart and soul is with it.
Farewell, Jamal.
Here are the entire cast and crew of "Outcast".
Now let us introduce the writer and producer, Mr...
Shabir!
Mr. Aziz...
...and Madame Hayati.
You are here. Have you been in Surabaya for long? -It's only been three months.
Amazing. In Surabaya for so long, and we've only met now.
Ah...
It never crossed our mind, either, that the renowned novelist, the distinguished author...
...that is the talk of many because of his meaningful work...
...is our closest friend, Mr. Zainudd-- -Shabir.
The old name no longer exists. It doesn't befit me now.
Shabir suits better, doesn't it? -Any name would suit someone such as you.
Gentlemen, let me introduce you all to my close friends, Aziz...
...and his wife, Madame Hayati.
From Padang Panjang.
You might remember Muluk.
Excuse me. I need to leave. -Of course, of course.
There's no need for us to be surprised, Ati.
We have to acknowledge someone's greatness.
Shabir is a prominent man. Renowned.
People will respect us if we are good friends with him.
I'm going to talk to him.
Don't-- -He might be able to assist me.
Aziz, don't you-- -Ssh!
What is fair in that?
How was the conversation with Zainuddin?
I told him I was conned by my colleague and lost money.
He lent me some.
My numerous gambling debts will soon be paid.
I'd even have some money left.
Don't you remember how we treated him?
Now he's being so kind to us.
Aren't you ashamed of borrowing money from him?
Why should I be ashamed?
You talk too much.
What's with the food?
I don't want to eat such lowly food.
We don't have any money left, Aziz.
You never give me allowance anymore.
Aziz!
Pay up. -...I already paid.
You've only paid a third.
Your debt has piled up, they're due.
What is it, Sir?
Shut up, will you? No need to defend your husband!
All your belongings and jewelry are gone.
You are penniless!
You're the victim of your husband's greed.
Pay up.
If you don't, I'll seize your belongings.
Please calm down so my husband stays calm as well.
Aziz... What now? Borrow some from the office.
What office?
Your husband hasn't been to the office for a week!
He was fired!
Seize everything. -Alright.
No, don't. -Out of the way!
Everything. Seize everything! -Aziz, what should we do?
Those as well. Take it, seize everything! -Aziz... Aziz!
Seize everything, don't leave anything behind!
Don't sit and do nothing, Aziz. Stop them!
We don't have any money left and now we don't have anything, either.
How should we live, Aziz?
Why don't you say anything? Answer me.
What should we do now?
Where should we go, Azi-- -Damn it!
Don't hesitate to make yourselves at home.
Thank you, sir. I cannot imagine where we would be if it weren't for you.
We're close friends. We ought to help each other.
Muluk will show you to your room.
Everything that is in this house is also yours.
Except for one thing.
I request you that you do not enter my office.
Muluk will show you which room it is.
Thank you.
Thank you, Zainuddin.
Very well.
Aziz...
Eat something.
When appetite is satisfied, one can think more clearly.
Please eat.
Aziz! -Aziz... Aziz.
Zainuddin...
Your kindness knows no bound.
I have been ill for a week.
You have allowed my wife and I to stay at your place for a month.
I am now at my lowest point.
I cannot repay you.
I can only ask that God...
...would remember your kindness.
This is not kindness.
Merely the obligation of one close friend to another.
Even more so now that we are migrated. We ought to support one another.
I have never given back to you.
I have always only receiv-- -Because it is not yet time.
Right now I'm the one who could help.
Perhaps at another time, you will be the one assisting me.
You are too kind.
Only God is benevolent.
Here is the matter, Zainuddin.
I...
...will be leaving immediately today.
I will look for work at another city.
I am ashamed to be staying here at your house.
I am ashamed to be in Surabaya.
If you do not mind...
...please permit Hayati...
...to stay here until I find work.
I will notify you immediately when I find one.
Hayati could follow me after.
I do not mind should your wife stay here.
I am, however, concerned that you have not yet fully recovered.
That you wish to leave simply because of your shame.
It is better to postpone until you have fully recuperated. -I am much better now.
How about you and Hayati return home to Padang?
I feel it would be better for you to return home first.
I will cover your expenses.
Go home to think it over and to settle your decision.
Even if you end up leaving on a journey again. -No.
That cannot be.
I would be ashamed.
What is your opinion, Hayati?
I will simply follow suit.
Very well.
If that is the consideration you have decided upon, Aziz...
Go.
Wherever you go, write us.
Let us know of your news.
When you have found work,
you could come for Hayati or I could accompany her to you.
Forgive me, Aziz.
I have but one advice.
Change the course of your life.
I promise you, Zainuddin.
I...
...will leave for work now.
I need to go to the back for a moment.
Zainuddin.
Zainuddin is not home yet.
I apologize, Hayati. No one is allowed into this room.
I have made some tea. It didn't feel right not to prepare some for the owner of the house.
I thought Zainuddin was inside.
Muluk.
Why has he been reserved since I've been here?
Has my presence burdened him?
No, Hayati. Don't misunderstand.
And why has nobody been allowed into his office?
Hayati.
I have suffered anguish for far too long here, Muluk.
I need certainty.
Does he still hold animosity toward me?
Has he not yet forgiven me?
Hayati, Zainuddin is an unfortunate man.
Unfortunate?
Isn't all this fame, majesty and glory his fortune?
He is indeed distinguished now, but that is merely the outside appearance.
At his soul, he remains an unfortunate. His heart is stricken.
What is the use of glory, Hayati, if it is just an empty one?
He has been poor fated since his birth and lineage. The legacy he received from his parents.
He was cast out from the lands of his ancestors.
But his heart stood steadfast because of a woman who had given him hope...
...and promised to wait for him.
But then the woman chose another man.
one who is more gallant, wealthy, of roots...
...and is a full-blooded Minang.
Say no more, Muluk.
Coffee, Zainuddin?
Zainuddin has now become a very kind man.
Benevolent. Compassionate toward others.
Young men have often come to him asking for help, not having enough funds to wed.
Zainuddin imparts what is sufficient for their wedding, saying,
"I have experienced myself how it shatters one to lose hope."
"To have an unrequited love. Let the man avoid the same fate as mine."
Say no more, Muluk. Say no more. You don't need to continue.
Come with me to the room, Hayati.
Come.
This is where Zainuddin contemplates his fate.
And it is here where his fame amongst the literary circles of our nation is born.
If the room is this beautiful, why have I not been allowed to enter?
This is the reason why.
MY LOST JEWEL
Muluk.
He still remembers me, Muluk.
He does and will never forget you.
But the Hayati he loves has gone.
No, Muluk. She's still here.
She is here.
She is still here, Muluk.
The Hayati he loves is no more.
She is dead.
She has taken Zainuddin's spirit to the grave of her love.
The Hayati that is staying at his house now is his close friend. The wife of his close friend.
As a noble man, Zainuddin respects you as another's wife.
Even if the man has wronged him in the past.
Zainuddin.
My transgressions against you knows no bound.
I have crushed the seed of your hope when it was near bloom.
I seized Hayati away from you.
I swayed her family with money, with my lineage.
Our marriage is merely a marriage of beauty and fortune.
And so with this letter, I return Hayati to your arms.
I'm letting her go. No longer is she bound to me.
I feel that this is what little I could repay you and Hayati as a lowly human being.
You are the one who deserves Hayati more.
And Hayati will be joyful to have a husband that is a match to her soul.
Hayati.
I have let your heart down.
So many times have I reproached you. Scorned you.
Forgive me.
I have repented, Hayati.
And I will pay my debts of repentance.
Erase your sorrow. Return your beautiful smile.
And so as I have taken you by the means of a lawful marriage in the eyes of religion,
so shall I also let you go lawfully in the eyes of religion.
As this letter arrives in your hands, so arrives my religious decree of divorce.
And when the time has come permitting you to re-marry, do not return to Padang.
Instead, stay with Zainuddin...
...if he still wishes to take you as his wife.
I have choked a poet's journey in life.
Crushed the hope of a girl.
I will sentence myself for my cruelty.
Your once husband,
...Aziz.
Zainuddin.
Please have a seat.
It has been a month that I stayed at your house...
...since Aziz has passed away.
What else is my recourse, Zainuddin?
Indeed.
What else is our recourse?
I will speak without pretense.
I will speak the truth to you.
I wish to address you as I addressed you before, by your name.
Zainuddin.
I am willing to shoulder all the trials that has befallen me.
So long as you are willing to forgive all of my wrongdoings.
Forgive?
You crushed my hopes entirely, you shattered them.
And you're asking for forgiveness.
Why do answer me so cruelly, Zainuddin?
Has memories of us been erased from your heart?
Please do not judge me.
Have mercy on a woman who has been struck by misfortunes one after another.
Indeed.
Such is a woman.
She only recalls the cruelty others have imposed on her even though small,
and forgets her own cruelty against another, vicious as she might have been.
Have you forgotten who the cruel one is amongst us?
Weren't you the one who made a promise...
...when I was cast out by your elders because of I am of uncertain lineage, a lowly being,
not a true Minangkabau!
You bid me farewell by the crossroads.
You promised to wait for me, no matter how long.
But then you turned to a man who is wealthier, of roots, of lineage!
You married him.
You were the one who told me that the marriage was not forced upon you, but was by your own heart's choice.
I almost died suffering through love, Hayati.
For two months was I bedridden.
You visited me during my sickness, showed me your marked hands,
that you have become someone else's.
Who is the cruel between us, Hayati?
I wrote letters, mourned, lowered myself, groveled to be pitied.
Then you abruptly wrote a reply, saying that you now already belong to someone else.
You said that you were poor, that I am also a destitute. Life would not be kind without wealth.
And so you chose the good life.
Flashy, money abound, swimming in gold, wings of wealth.
Zainuddin... -Who between us is the cruel one, Hayati?
Who is the one that has hindered a young man with the high dreams of pursuing knowledge...
...but who was then cast away far into this land of Java, losing his homeland...
...so that he becomes a comedy act...
...that laughs while in public, but sheds tears behind the curtains--
Zainuddin-- -No, Hayati.
I am not cruel. I am merely following your request.
Weren't you the one who asked in your letter that our love be erased and forgotten just so?
Replaced by an everlasting friendship.
It is that request that I'm keeping steadfastly.
You are not my love, not my fiancée, not my wife, but the widow of another.
And so as a close friend, even as a brother,
I will again steadfastly hold the promise of friendship.
As steadfastly as I once held onto my love.
That is why with the whole sincerity of my heart,
I brought you to stay here in my house to await for your husband's return.
But instead of him returning home, it was a decree of divorce and harrowing news.
And so it is as a close friend that I shall send you off home to your village,
your birthplace, the rich, rooted land of Minangkabau,
the one that has withstood the test of time.
I will cover your expenses and whatever money you need.
And so long as I live, if you haven't found another husband,
if God so wills, I will support your life in the village.
Zainuddin.
Is this the verdict you have given me?
Aren't you now renowned all over as a benevolent man?
No. I will not go home.
I will stay here with you.
I don't care if you scorn me, look down on me as a lowly servant.
I don't need money no matter how much.
I need to be near you, Zainuddin!
I need to be near you...
No.
The lightning doesn't strike twice.
A man does not touch the leftover.
You have to return home to Padang.
Let me stay this way.
There's no good in being with me, a man without roots.
The land of Minangkabau stands tall on its customs.
Next Monday, there will be a ship sailing from Surabaya to Tanjung Priuk, then on to Padang.
The Van der Wijck.
Sail aboard the ship home to your village.
Z-Zainuddin...
For your expenses.
Z-Zai-- -Muluk will arrange everything.
I won't be able to accompany you.
I have to go to Malang and stay overnight. I have some business to take care of.
When you've arrived home at the village...
...send my regards to the Chief Elder.
SURABAYA
THE PORT OF TANJUNG PERAK
Muluk.
My heart is racing.
My heart turns away at seeing this ship. My feet is as if planted firmly on the ground.
Why does it have to be me, Muluk?
It feels as if one who will drown into the ocean...
...never to resurface.
Relax, Hayati. That is just your thoughts.
Come, Hayati.
TRAVEL TICKET
If Zainuddin asks about this photograph, please tell him I'm asking for it as my lifelong companion.
Why are you always holding onto it instead of putting it in the suitcase?
So I could easily take a look at it if I so wish to.
Let Zainuddin accompany me through my travels.
To tell you the truth, I don't have the heart to let you sail off by yourself.
It's quite alright, Muluk.
How could Zainuddin have the heart to send me off, Muluk?
Keep a strong heart, do not forget God.
If God so wills, He will keep us in His protection.
If God so wills, Muluk.
Farewell, Hayati. Travel safely.
Muluk, please give my letter to Zainuddin.
Tell him as well that up to the moment we were to part...
...I still carry him in my memories.
Very well, Hayati.
Muluk, I confess...
...that my heart was at a roaring war with itself ever since that moment I was about to send Hayati off.
I regret sending her off.
My love for Hayati has not died.
Zainuddin! I don't understand your attitude.
All this time you've mourned, cried over remembering Hayati.
Now that God has given you the chance of a meeting beyond reproach between you and Hayati,
you sentenced her with a punishment that caused me to question...
...how it could have come out of the mouth of a noble and benevolent man such as you.
Do not be angry if I say that sometimes you act like child.
Yes, Muluk. I have done wrong. I have put a vengeful heart before the serenity of love.
As she was leaving, Hayati gave a letter.
She said that up to the moment you were to part, she still carries you in her memories.
The anchor of my soul... Zainuddin.
How vast was my hope to be able to live next to you,
so that the dream you have created in me for so long, can be realized.
So that I could pay the debt of all the immeasurable transgressions I have committed against you.
But my dreams will forever stay as a dream for you yourself have closed the door before me.
You have forbidden me to enter.
You wished to pour all the rancor, all the pain that has festered for so long in your heart.
In the name of that vengeance, you came to a most cruel decision.
You seized the ropes of my hope.
And yet it is upon that rope itself that your own hope is tied.
And so believe me, Zainuddin.
This punishment does not fall only upon me, does not cast harm upon me alone,
but upon us both.
For I know that you still love me.
Zainuddin, if I were gone, your life would still be unfortunate.
Believe me, within my soul resides a vast wealth that you desperately need.
And I have never given that wealth to anyone, not even Aziz.
It is the wealth of love.
If you should choose to accept my return once more, I will not ask for anything in return from you.
What I hope for in return for my sincere love is only from God.
That the Almighty may grant you happiness.
The second is that I may always live by your side forever.
Zainuddin...
You will find a woman still pure of heart, pure of soul.
One who has never been touched by another. Her heart never been stolen by another.
One that is no different than your lost jewel...
...the Batipuh girl you so loved two and three years ago...
...whose portrait hangs upon your office.
But despite such vengeance,
I have forgiven your wrong.
The reason for it being...
...that I love you.
And because I know, you did all this...
...because of your love for me.
I will return home.
There are only two things I will wait for in Batipuh.
First, to await for your arrival to come for me.
Secondly, to await death if you never return to me.
There is only one last wish.
Quiet your heart once more, let us both bury past regrets.
Forgive me.
Love me once more.
Zainuddin... you're the one who would be carved within my prayer should I face God in the afterlife.
If I should die before you, do not mourn.
Rather, perfect your request upon God.
Farewell, Zainuddin.
Goodbye, the one I love upon this earth.
I love you. May our hearts both be blessed by God.
Farewell, Zainuddin. I love you.
And should I die,
it is my death...
...in remembrance of you.
Muluk! Muluk!
Yes, Zainuddin. -Muluk.
We must go to the train station and get tickets for tonight, we have to find some.
Immediately buy two return tickets for Surabaya. I will bring Hayati with me.
Let's, Zainuddin. May all Hayati's sorrow and yours be over...
...and may God's blessings be upon you and Hayat--
"Van der Wijck Sinks"
Zainuddin... Come on, Zainuddin.
Muluk... Hayati.
Help find Hayati. -Yes.
Hayati!
Nurse, where have the victims of the Van der Wijck been taken to?
All the patients are upstairs and the newly arrived are at the hall.
Thank you.
Muluk. Inside, Muluk!
Hayati.
Zainuddin, Zainuddin! Hayati!
Hayati.
Nurse, assist over there. -Doctor. How is she, doctor?
Her condition is severe, both her lungs are filled with fluid and many of her ribs are broken.
She's also losing a lot of blood.
If need be, use my own blood to help her, doctor.
Unfortunately, our equipment is inadequate. We have requested some from Surabaya.
Several doctors are also on their way to provide assistance.
Excuse me.
Hayati.
Hayati...
Za-Zainuddin...
Is that you... Zainuddin, my beloved?
Hayati, God has not allowed us to part yet again.
It's me, Zainuddin. Your love.
You will get well. We will go home. We will return to our house in Surabaya.
Zainuddin...
Muluk...
T-the letter...
I have passed it on.
Hayati... Hayati.
Hayati!
Zainuddin... my love.
I need to be near you.
My time has come.
I know this.
No, Hayati. You will get well. Don't speak anymore.
We will return home to Surabaya.
We will get married, we will live together. The joy of love is before us.
Zainuddin, my love.
Let me see...
...your face for the last time.
No, Hayati. No.
Be strong...
Be strong, my beloved.
The light of death is upon my face.
If...
...I should die...
...my heart...
...will be glad.
For I know...
...that you still love me.
My life is but for you alone, Hayati.
I'm going home...
Recite...
Recite those two holy verses by my ear, Zainuddin.
Don't leave, my love. I need to be near you.
Don't-- -Recite them.
Recite those two holy verses by my ear.
I love you, Zainuddin.
May... our hearts... be blessed by God.
Recite them.
Once more...
"Perfect your request upon God."
MY JEWEL
Zainuddin.
Muluk.
I will be marrying Ida. She has accepted my proposal.
I will become a groom, Zainuddin.
Praise be to God. Congratulations, Muluk.
I will bring my mother here.
I never expected I'd have the courage to propose.
Thank you, Zainuddin.
What are you thanking me for in regards to Ida?
Thank you, for it is through you that I saw, felt, your love story with Hayati.
How much you loved her.
I came to realize...
...how there could be no greater joy in this world other than the joy of love, Zainuddin.
I wish to thank you.
I might have lost Hayati...
...but at each moment of loss...
you were always there as my closest friend.
Closest of friends until the day we die. -Closest of friends until the day we die.
May she rest in peace, Zainuddin.
Hayati...
Hayati is still alive, Muluk.
She is still alive.
Zainuddin, stop this melancholy. Let the past be past.
Stop mourning and brooding over Hayati.
She is already at peace-- -Hayati is still alive, Muluk.
Here.
She still lives on within these pages.
"THE SINKING OF THE VAN DER WIJCK"
My latest book.
Through the story of Hayati and I in this book.
May it be read by many.
And so shall the glory of my people also be attained.
And so is the unity of my motherland.
All the hate and differences eradicated.
Justice and happiness realized.
A house this spacious seems so small if there were only the two of us, Muluk.
There's still so much to pursue in life.
Good morning, Sir. -Good morning.
Good morning, Ida.
Muluk, ready to head for the office? -Ready.
Thank you.
Many people say...
...that this is the true love story of Zainuddin and Hayati.
But to me... this is the story of a true rebirth.
The story of a man who fell but chooses to rise up.
Then he fell again, but he kept on choosing to rise back up.
No matter how many times he fell, Zainuddin chose to keep on living.
To rise up from his sorrow.
Your fall is not the beginning of your sorrow,
But the beginning of your rebirth.
Never let sadness and sorrow fester in you.
Hayati... will always be by Zainuddin's side.
Forever.
HAYATI ORPHANAGE
May peace be with you.