The Perfect Husband

I want to withdraw from this school, sir.

Are you sure?

Did your father know about this?

Okay.

You just wait in here, okay?

You have 45 minutes to do the test.

You can begin, now!

She has seizure! Epilepsy attack! Sir, epilepsy attack!

- Oh, my God! - Sir, help me!

Help!

Sir, sir!

Oh, no!

Fire! Fire!

What? She just had seizure, but now she can run?

Wow, she tricked me!

Let's go, come on! Hurry up!

Ouch!

Ouch!

You always do that! You're never in sync with us.

It hurts, you know!

No, no, no!

- What happens, Ay? - I have to go home, guys.

I don't want to go home.

What should we do?

I don't know, my father is so annoying!

I already dressed up like a princess.

So what we should do, then?

- So, what about Ando? - Guys! I'm so sorry!

It looks like I have to drop you off somewhere.

Is that alright?

We're already dressed up like this, Ay.

Yes, I have put my make up on.

"The Perfect Husband"

Shoot!

What the...

What are you doing to my car?

Sir, I'm sorry, sir...

Uncle... Bro...

I'm sorry. It was an accident.

It was an accident.

I promise you. I will take responsibility.

But I'm begging you...

Just leave this place.

You already know where my home is, so I will take responsibility.

I swear to you.

Please, please....

My father shouldn't know about this.

Why is that?

You are Ayla, right?

Hey, how do you know my name?

Just call me Arsen.

What?

I'm your future husband.

My future husband?

Are you delusional?

I am guilty, but I didn't do that on purpose.

And then just because of the scratches on your car,

now you're claiming that you will be my husband?

- Dad! - What?

Look at him, Dad! He is mad.

He just suddenly claimed that he is my future husband?

Get him out of here, Dad!

What's wrong with you?

I've told you...

Let me explain it to her.

What? What is it?

I apologize, sir.

You have told me that Ayla doesn't like meaningless chit-chat.

- So, I thought... - Wait for a moment.

Wait, Dad.

Dad, I don't understand. What's the meaning of this?

You already know him?

And you also know the reason he comes here, Dad?

You want to pair me up with him?

Please explain to me now!

Is he my future husband, Dad?

- What's wrong with you? - Ayla...

He is my best friend's son.

Both of us...

Don't be like that, Ayla.

I'm explaining to you right now.

You're rude!

I'm rude, Dad?

Who is much worse...

... than the ones that suddenly come here and said that he is my future husband?

Or who is much worse...

... than the ones who matchmake their own daughter to someone else,

just as he likes, dad?

Sorry if you consider me as rude person,

but you always taught me to think rationally, Dad!

And I learn from the expert.

And apple never falls far from the tree, Daddy!

This is fucked up...

Sir, I'm really sorry.

I didn't expect that it will be like this.

Well...

Just let me talk about this later to Ayla.

Okay.

If so, I will go and leave then.

- Say hi to your father from me. - Excuse me, sir.

Ayla, open it!

- Open the door! I want to talk to you. - Talk to me, Dad?

It's too late!

You should talk to me before asking that old dude to come here, Dad.

Don't you realize what you've done?

So, this is why you asked me to come home early?

I'd rather not come home at all!

Come on, open it!

It's not right yelling to your own parents like that.

That's rude.

Hello, Sis Dita?

Pardon me, sir.

Thank you.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yeah.

Pardon me, sir.

Ayla still locks herself in her room, even now.

She also hasn't eaten since this afternoon.

- Even now? - Yes, sir.

I had knocked her door, she wouldn't open it.

It's locked.

Excuse me, sir.

Arranged marriage?

Wait, Ay!

But you're still 17 years old, Ayla.

- You haven't even graduated, Ay. - Yeah, that's why...

To make it worse, I was matchmade with an old dude!

With an old dude!

- He must have wrinkles. - But, Ay...

Ando, have you told him?

What? Why haven't you done that, Ay?

Ay, look at your boyfriend.

He is handsome, cool, fashionable, and a great singer.

If you leave him...

I'm pretty sure many of his hillbilly fans will have a fight to be on his side.

- For sure! - He's also rich, Ay, he's rich!

You won't have another boyfriend...

... that can perform in his father's cafe just like this.

What? This is his father's cafe, right?

If his father passes away, will he still be a regular performer?

Of course not!

- The most important thing is money... - Guys, guys, stop!

Stop! Don't argue with each other!

- I'm venting right now... - Yeah... Okay.

- Sorry. - Please, continue.

My love is only for Ando.

He is my type of guy.

Bad boy, but romantic.

And always not expected.

He's my perfect husband.

So sweet...

- Do you come here by yourself? - Yes, I'm all by myself.

- Hey, what are you doing? - What the hell are you doing?

What a bitch...

- Let me go, I don't want this! - Okay, okay...

Wait...

- What happened? - You don't have to pretend!

Pretend of doing what?

You think I don't know, huh?

What? About that?

Babe, they are just fans.

So, I have to be nice to them.

That bitch is Reva? Your ex! Right?

Oh, so that girl is Reva?

She actually looked fatter.

I'm the one who should be angry to you.

You didn't come to my first concert.

- What kind of girlfriend you are? - What kind of girlfriend?

A girlfriend that takes risk for you!

I climbed over a window, ran from my dad, only to see you, you got that?

- But what you did was... - Okay...

- You hugged another girl... - Yeah, yeah... It's nothing, honey.

You know, that you're the only...

You're the only one. Okay?

The one that I love is you.

Crossed my heart.

- I panicked. - Why?

My father wants to matchmake me to another guy.

- Huh? - What if we runaway?

- Huh? - Do you agree with me, right?

- Huh? - Ando! Why do keep saying, "huh"?

Okay, wait, wait... Let's back up for a moment.

Maybe, you just panicked too much.

Because if you don't agree with it, I'm sure it won't come true, right?

Okay, how's this?

If your father still insists...

... let me confront him.

I'm more afraid losing you...

... instead of having to confront your father, honey.

For you, I will confront your father.

Okay? Trust me?

How dare you try to kiss my daughter!

You dare to kiss her?

- What? - Our lips haven't touched each other.

What? Is that so?

- No, no, it's not that... - Dad, don't do that!

- You have guts to fight me? - How can I fight an old man?

What? Did you say I'm an old man? An old man...

- You think I'm an old man! - No, it's not like that.

Are you a real man? A real man?

- Are you a real man? - Yeah, I'm a real man, sir.