My Blackberry Girlfriend

"From Best Selling Novel, Agnes Davonar"

"My BlackBerry Girlfriend"

Martin.

Do you really want to quit?

Yes, Ma'am.

With all due respect, I'm resigning, Ma'am.

Martin.

How about you work with me?

I mean, how about you work as my personal assistant?

You know how it is.

Martin, baby.

If you work with me, you will get lots of money!

-Martin! -Ma'am!

-Ma'am, wait! -Martin.

-You just... -I want to resign!

Ma'am, no!

Why is it...

...that the girls who like me are those who...

...you know...

Am I not handsome enough?

Thank God, I don't have to give him a severance pay.

Tong, don't make my life ever harder!

I have vehicle.

Even though...

-Let's go, Sir. -What?

-You want to go out, right? -So, I have to pay?

Of course, there's nothing free in Jakarta.

I thought it was free.

The weird thing is...

...every girl who is trying to ask me out...

All of them had failed.

I think you are the prettiest girl in the world.

You even exceed the beauty of the moon.

You really are an asshole!

Baby, let's go on a holiday. Either Bali or Gili Trawangan.

It's very romantic. Baby, come on.

Please accompany me, baby. Come on.

Baby.

Why are you so weird?

I had enough! I don't want to be with you, you're weird!

Baby!

What a waste, this tempura.

I have money.

If it's only for a date.

-Sorry. -It's okay.

-Excuse me, here's the bill. -Okay.

-Let me. -Thank you, baby.

"Total 144.595 Rupiahs"

Baby, I forgot to bring my wallet. Can you please pay for it?

-I'm paying again? -Yeah.

-Keep the change, Miss. -Thanks.

Baby!

Why are you mad?

Don't touch me!

Every time we go out, I'm the one who's paying!

You're a broke guy.

Broke?

I'm a cogu.

Cool guy.

-This motorcycle is a piece of trash. -Yeah, I'm really sorry.

-You were sorry for the first time! -I'm really sorry.

-This is the second time! -The gas station is right there.

-No, sorry, I don't care. -Let's go.

Taxi! You just go home by yourself!

Baby!

Where's my money for gas?

Money for gas?

Yeah, right! Push that old motorcycle by yourself!

You are funny.

Pretty.

Like my mother.

Mom, I want ice cream.

Mom?

-Mom? -What are you doing here?

Go over there and play, okay?

Your kid?

Yes.

You have one kid?

No.

-I have two kids. -Oh, God.

What am I lacking?

Lack of money. Lack of handsomeness.

Lack of kindness.

In your opinion...

...what am I actually lacking?

In my opinion, you are gay.

But you haven't realized it yet.

You want proof?

You are actually cute.

You are not lacking anything.

You are good looking.

I'm heading back!

You are handsome.

Who? Me?

Yeah, very handsome!

You...

-Ridiculous. Wear your clothes! -Wear what?

Wear your clothes quickly, it's not a sight to see.

Sucks to be me.

Hendra, wear your clothes.

If you come in, at least knock.

This is also my room, what's the problem?

Why do I have to knock?

It really sucks to be me.

-My Blackberry. -You are a pain in the ass.

Blackberry.

-Here you go. -Nice, this is new, right?

This is second hand Blackberry.

Shiny.

Shiny, like your budget.

It is so shiny that you can't even see the money.

Well...

Find me a job, will you?

Well, do you want to work at a car dealer?

No way.

You're so cocky. Find a job on your own then.

Hen.

-Handsome. -What did you say?

-Yeah, you are handsome. -I'm handsome?

-Very handsome, right? -Yes.

Now that you called me handsome and you're so cocky...

...I will help you.

Wait a second.

Boss.

Yeah, Big Boss.

Well, do you need another employee, Boss?

Oh, really? Okay, I will let him know, Boss.

Okay, Boss. Thank you.

You are the most handsome person in the world!

As an Indonesian migrant worker.

Your face...

I have to explain this to all of you.

If customers who came here are old men...

...you need to explain our cars clearly!

You understand?

-Yes, Sir. -Good job.

If customers who came here are mothers...

...you put on the biggest smile that you have.

Like mine here.

If customers who came here are ugly girls...

...you take them to your handsome friend.

-Who? -That guy right there.

Why do I have to assist the ugly girls?

Well, of course.

You are the newbie here!

But I have better taste, Sir.

You are the subordinate, I am the supervisor.

Right here.

Well, he has a point though.

If customers who came here are ugly guys...

...that means...

-...TYP. -What is that, Sir?

That's your problem, right?

Oh, right, Boss.

What if the customers who came here are pretty girls?

That's right, Sir.

If that's the case, you should give them to me.

I want them too, Bro!

Okay.

Now you don't need to ask questions anymore.

Because my explanation was clear enough, right?

Now get out. Go!

-Okay then. -Let's go.

All of you may be cool, but I'm still the coolest.

You see this here, right?

-How many did you sell this month? -I'm not selling Blackberry.

Not that.

-Thank you, Sir. -You didn't say that earlier.

Not much, four.

What? Four?

That's why the boss is fond of you.

It's only mid-month and you have sold four cars.

Crazy.

You are amazing.

What about you? Forget that I asked.

"I will wait for you at the rave party at 8 o'clock, don't be late"

Not bad.

"Angel"

"Don't pretend like you don't know me"

Such a busy man.

Who is it? Why your phone keeps ringing?

I don't know. She said she knows me.

Angel, my university friend.

-I just remembered. -No wonder.

"I remember now, is it that important? I'm busy tonight"

"Believe me if you don't come, you will regret it"

"I'll be at the rave party at 8 o'clock, don't be late"

Why are you laughing?

Eat your food. It will get cold.

This is crazy.

Angel.

Where is she?

This is her.

Angel!

Angel!

-Yes, I'm Angel, baby. -No!

No, it is a mistake!

-I'm Angel. -No, this is an angel from hell.

-No way. -I'm Angel.

No!