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KNOW THAT YOUR WEALTH AND CHILDREN ARE ONLY A TEST

AND THAT WITH ALLAH IS A GREAT REWARD

AL-FATIHAH FOR THE LATE MOKHARUL SHAMSUL MOKHTAR, PRODUCER

AL-FATIHAH FOR THE LATE MASZELI BAHARI, WARDROBE AND MAKEUP

Look, I have a new assistant.

-We'll make a lot of money. -Of course. We're that good.

It's team Dad and Alya. It will be delicious.

Alya.

-It's me and my new assistant. -My smart girl.

What did you do to my face? Here, take that back.

-A little makeup for Mom too. -Honey!

-That's enough! -There you go. Now it's fair.

All right, enough playing.

Alya, I'm home.

-Happy birthday to you -Happy birthday to you

-Happy birthday to Alya -Happy birthday to Alya

-Happy birthday to you -Happy birthday to you

My baby is all grown up.

Open the gift I got you.

Whenever I'm not at home

and you miss me,

you can turn it on.

Let me help you. Here.

Like this.

-This is so pretty. -Do you like it?

This girl.

She still wants her mom to wake her up.

You're a big girl now. Why are you still in bed?

My goodness. God give me patience.

My God!

Mom.

Mom!

Come on, get up.

-Get up, Alya. -Please pull me up.

-Get up now. -Help me up.

Seriously, this girl.

You're so heavy.

But I'm still sleepy, Mom.

Can I skip school today?

It's my birthday.

Please.

It's a yes!

My baby wants to skip school today.

Mom!

No! Get up. Stop tickling me!

You're going to get it.

Mom!

My goodness.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Hug me.

Alya, are you ready? Look at the time.

You should be ready by now. My gosh, this child.

-Mom! -My goodness. Alya!

Stop goofing around.

Come on, you have to get ready.

My hair is still wet, Mom.

My customers are waiting for my reply.

I need to send parcels to Klang.

Dry your hair, Alya. Use my hairdryer.

Tie your hair neatly. We have to leave soon.

More parcels in JB and KL.

You're not budging, Alya.

Hurry up!

Can you comb my hair?

Will you tie it for me too?

-It's wet. Feel it. -This child. Come quickly.

Where's the comb?

Push them to the back.

Alya. What if I'm gone?

You can't even comb your own hair.

Gosh, Mom. What if I'm gone?

You won't even comb my hair.

You're good at twisting my words around.

That hurts.

You can't leave me, Alya.

I can't live without you.

Yes, Mom.

Sleep, my precious

Sleep, my love

Mom's little baby

Let's play with Mom

Let me push your swing

Swing up high

Such a tender age you're at

So young and so smart

Alya, when you have children,

teach them this song, okay?

Mom, don't text and drive. It's dangerous.

I just need to reply to my customer's text.

Mom!

-Mom! -My God!

Mom!

-Mom! -My God!

-Mom! -My God!

Alya! Are you okay, sweetheart?

-My God. Alya! Sweetie! -Mom!

-My God! I'm sorry, sweetie. -Mom, I'm scared!

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

Who are you celebrating?

-It's Alya's birthday. -Alya, ma'am.

Alya?

Let's all sing for her.

-May Allah grace you -May Allah grace you

-May Allah grace you -May Allah grace you

-May Allah grace Nur Alya -May Allah grace Nur Alya

-May Allah grace you -May Allah grace you

Thank you, ma'am.

You're welcome.

Alya, it's your birthday.

-Why are you unusually sullen? -Yes.

Mom and I almost had an accident.

Are you okay? Any cuts or bruises?

No, I'm fine.

What about your mom? Is she okay?

She's fine.

Both of you are okay. So everything is good, right?

-Praise be to Allah. -Praise be to Allah.

Hang on. Close your eyes.

Turn around. You can't be trusted.

-Do I have to? -No. Turn around.

Should I count to three?

One, two, three. Open.

-Surprise! -Did you buy this?

-Of course. It's for you. -Seriously?

-It's so pretty. -I know, right?

I have one too.

-Hey! -Go away.

He wants to steal a hug.

Hang on. Are we still going out after school?

We are. But I have to be home by four.

My mom and I have a plan.

In that case, how about we celebrate first?

Sure. But I have to talk to my mom first.

You know my mom, right?

She could be planning a surprise for me.

You're lucky. Your mom celebrates your birthday.

Yes, you're so lucky. Look at me for example.

I don't expect anything from my parents.

They don't even remember my birth date.

I only have her in my life.

And she only has me.

Here.

What?

This stuff is good. Unlike yours.

No look, no taste.

Where are you from? School?

Are you picking up a cucumber?

Ma'am, stop gossiping and start selling.

Thank you.

Ma'am, are you buying chicken?

Let me tell you something.

The poultry here is not fresh.

Most of them were hit by vehicles.

My friend at the next stall sells fresh chicken.

I sell chicks too.

Vietnamese, Thais, Burmese, and Filipinos.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Chicken.

-Karma at its best. -Why are you so serious?

You're chopping up dead chicken, not dead people.

If I had to chop up dead people,

your body would be first.

I'm sleepy.

I'm so bored. Come on.

Will it be ready next year?

I mean, I can't wait anymore.

Don't you see I'm working?

Why do you sound so committed?

It's not your family business.

You are paid. Even your boss doesn't want to be here.

Aren't you taking a lunch break?

Today, we'll have a buffet for lunch.

You're ruining your friend's career.

Let's go.

Alya!

Elly!

Sir, we want to take a picture.

Sure, give me a minute.

I know you like cameras. But don't stare at them like that.

What to do? I just love photography.

I'm sorry, Alya. I wanted to buy you a camera.

-But I don't have money. -Why would you do that for me?

Because it's your birthday.

Because it's my birthday?

You don't have to.

Because my mom might get me a camera this year.

So buy me something else.

-Like what? -Like a watch.

Look, my hands look bare. A watch would make it nice.

That's so crafty of you.

Look at those cameras.

-They are gorgeous. -Of course they are.

That's why they are in a photo studio.

I'm just saying.

Because you two left me out.

Hey, after we take a photo, let's have Thai soup noodles.

-Sure. -Thai soup noodles? Sure, the usual.

-The usual. -Let's take a photo first.

-Let's go. -Where's the photographer?