The Gift

Open your eyes now.

Three...

... two...

... one.

Bona...

... I really wish you and the others could drop by.

This city smells of re-varnished old wood.

A smell with a long history.

Old...

... and sometimes worn out.

However, it never lacks the energy to create.

I need that energy, Bona.

Let me know soon, Bona.

I am sure you will join me.

Hey, Ms Tiana. You're Ms Tiana, right?

Yes?

Mr Handoko sent me. Yeah.

Here, the house is right here.

- Let me carry it. - Take this, Sir.

- Let me pay, Ms Tiana. - Thank you.

Hey, give her money back.

Take this.

- Thanks, Sir. - This is the house.

Isn't it huge?

Is this the house I paid for?

Oh, yes.

Once this house was occupied by a nobleman,

a titled general.

People around here call him "General".

Well, anyway, this is it.

However, not the entire house. Only this part is yours.

Now...

Please come inside, Ms Tiana.

Come, come.

This is the bathroom.

Is that an access to the main house?

Yes, but the owner doesn't want anyone to enter from here.

I've locked it.

- I am Lono. - I am Tiana.

- Okay. - Where is the General?

- He's in Italy. - Is that so?

That Italy?

- He had to fly there. - Wow.

Hompimpa...

- ...alaium gambreng. - It's me!

Excuse me.

The music is too loud.

- Uh, what's the matter? - Who... Who are you, Ma'am?

Oh, I am the housekeeper here...

... along with my son, Lono.

What's the matter, Miss?

Nothing. It's just the music is too loud.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay, Ma'am.

It's not you who should be apologizing.

Oh, but I am feeling bad, Miss.

I will tell Mr Harun...

... not to play music that loud.

Good night, Miss.

It's nice to be a novelist.

You get to write and go on vacation at the same time.

Who said it's a vacation?

I am actually stressed. Now I have to use my savings.

Well, no publisher has bought my pitch yet.

Well, it's because you take so long to write.

Now, now. You'd better take one of my ideas.

No way. Your story is too soap opera-ish.

They sell well, though. Enough with all your idealism.

- Are you Ms Tiana? - Yes.

Miss, this book has a fantastic story.

It's very good.

Why haven't you written any more book?

- I'm actually writing one. - Is that so?

- Can I take a picture with you? - Okay.

Wait, Miss, wait.

Excuse me.

Yes, can I help you?

Can you please take these stuff to my place?

- These? To your place there, right? - Here, here. Yeah.

Come forward a little bit. Come.

- Miss, where should I put them? - Please put them against the wall.

Yes, Miss.

Oh, Ma'am.

Excuse me, Miss.

Mr Harun invites you to join him for breakfast tomorrow.

Can you make it, Miss? You will, won't you?

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you. Good night, Miss.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Oh, please come in, Miss.

I thought you forgot, Miss.

I've been waiting for quite a while.

Please come, please come.

Come, come. Don't be shy.

- I can help myself. - Oh, yes, sure.

Please make yourself at home, Miss.

Thank you.

Sir, should I serve the food now?

Yes. Please make yourself at home, Miss.

Before you ask about why I invited you here,

first of all...

... thank you for coming.

Secondly, thank you for delivering the important letter to me.

Well...

It's nothing much.

That's nothing much for you?

So, being kind to others is nothing much for you?

That's what I have been taught all along.

Hmm...

If that is nothing much for you...

... is this breakfast invitation appropriate?

If it's just breakfast like now, it's fine.

A candle light dinner would have been a different story.

Candle light dinner, you say.

Well, well.

Breakfast is ready.

Here.

It's hot and homemade breakfast.

There is some more coming.

This, too, is nothing much for me.

I was taught this way.

Why would you do that?

What do you mean?

If you don't like me checking the ashtray, I can return it.

Just tell me.

I didn't know that.

How could you not know?

Isn't it obvious?

Here comes freshly cooked, please enjoy.

This is the Javanese rice. So soft.

Here.

Sir, if you need anything, please call me.

- Thank you, Ma'am. - You are welcome.

Enjoy the food.

Bona.

I cannot wait to see you here.

I want to talk with you...

... and laugh about life again.

Also, I met someone here.

Well, he's not like re-varnished old wood.

Neither is he like a fine wood.

Is Mr Harun home?

Yes, he is. Please come in.

Sir.

- What is it? - Ms Tiana is here.

- Yes? - Ms Tiana is here.

Oh! Yes.

Good morning!

You like me, don't you?

It's me, the housekeeper.

I just want to give you a token of gratitude...

... for your breakfast invitation.

Oh.

I don't need such token.

Actually, Mr Harun can be nice and friendly...

... if he wants to, can't he, Ma'am?

That's right.

Actually, he is kind, friendly, and handsome.

Alright, then. See you later, Ma'am.

Okay, Miss.

Have I sinned?

Why?

I wasn't asking you.

I don't need it. I don't need this recommendation letter.

How many times I have told you that? What is he doing?

Don't kick up a row, Sir.

I've told my father that I don't need it.

Ma'am, Ma'am.

Your father loves you.

He wants you to pursue your education.

- Ma'am. Harun... - Tiana, don't intervene. Don't intervene!

She must've called you here. She must've called you here!

- Harun! - She must have!

- Sir. - Ma'am, please wait a second.

I don't need your intervention.

- Ma'am, please calm down. - Miss...

- You should rest. - I don't want your intervention.

- Harun! - Do not intervene.

- Hey! You should... - I don't want your intervention!

Miss, take some rest.

I don't need this.

Have I sinned, Ma'am?

Why do you think so, My Child?

I don't love my mother.

I have always been confused...

... as to why I cannot love her.

That's why I am here...

... and I will always love you.

You can feel it, can't you?

I'm blind, not numb.

Why did you take me to Kaliurang?

To enjoy the view?

To make fun of me or what?

I'm not trying to make fun of you.

I just want to take you here.

Yeah, yeah. A wordsmith!

Failed poet, are you?

I'm a failed novelist.

Anyway...

How do you know that we're in Kaliurang?