Hope God Loves You, Mom (Moga Bunda Disayang Allah)

BASED ON THE NOVEL "HOPE GOD LOVES YOU, MOM" BY TERE LIYE

Humans…

Beings who are always demanding,

who are always begging.

Beings…

who are always asking questions.

Dear God,

does hope exist?

If yes,

is it too far out of our reach?

Karang, come on!

Dear God…

-Come on! Just walk, okay? -Do miracles exist?

If yes,

will You be so kind as to grant it?

Nice, isn't it? Come in, kiddo.

Over here.

Give your bags to the adults. Let them stow it above.

-Put it over there. -And Dear God,

is life fair and just?

If yes,

where is Your righteousness?

We continuously hope

that one day, miracles and justice will come.

One day, Your promises will indeed be fulfilled.

You have engraved that beautiful verse Yourself

in Your holy book.

Behind adversity,

there would be deliverance.

But what if day after day,

the hope becomes like fog under the heat of the sun?

Evaporating,

like remnants of water from a broken pail.

Vanished.

It's exhausting to wait for,

even just to give a slight bit of hope,

until we come to hate all hopes

because the remnants of those hopes seem like they would end in vain.

Hey, Karang.

What are you looking at?

I'm thinking, Karang.

Why is it so dark already at this hour?

The sky was clear when we were playing.

That's called an overcast. It's going to rain.

Let's go inside.

Does it always get dark when it's going to rain?

An overcast sky is always dark because clouds are filled with vapor.

If the water content overflows, the sun can't shine through.

Hence, the dark sky.

Let's go inside.

It's going to be all right. The rain will stop soon.

-Reduce the speed! -Speed is reduced!

Ten to the left!

Ten to the left.

Qintan, stay here.

I promise,

nothing will happen to you. All right?

Life vests! Grab the life vests from under the chairs.

Hold on! Hold on tight!

Take him. Lead him.

Karang, help us. Help us. We can't…

Help us, Karang!

Qintan!

Help!

Qintan.

Hold on, sweetheart.

Karang, I'm scared.

Oh, god, please.

Hold on, Qintan.

Light…

I see a light.

No, sweetheart. Don't go. I beg you.

Karang, I see Dad.

Qintan!

-Mom and Dad are coming. -Qintan!

An angel is coming, Karang.

CRUISE SHIP SINKS, 18 CHILDREN FOUND DEAD

MUHAMMAD, GOD

3 YEARS LATER

That's enough water.

Slow down, dear.

Melati, eat properly, please.

Let her be. Melati doesn't like to be touched while eating.

That hurts! Melati, it hurts.

It hurts, Melati! Let go.

-It hurts! Let go, Melati. -Melati.

Sweetheart.

There, there.

Her progress has been quite good these past two days.

Melati is calmer.

Compared to before, she is more compliant.

Thank god.

Taking this into consideration, we think it will be easier if we--

Melati, no!

Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

The child doesn't need a doctor, ma'am.

She needs a psychiatric hospital.

Wretched kid!

Before it's too late,

she needs to be admitted into a psychiatric unit, Mr. HK.

Melati is not insane.

Melati is not insane.

Melati might not be insane now, ma'am.

But one day, her disability will cause her to go crazy.

This child needs comprehensive therapy.

Melati is not insane.

Our apologies, ma'am.

Melati is not insane.

Only a crazy person could bite someone's finger off, ma'am.

Excuse us.

Ma'am! Melati! Ma'am!

Melati!

Ma'am!

No! Melati.

Calm down!

Come here, sweetheart.

That's it…

Dad is in China, ma'am.

There's a meeting at Han Jin Prefecture.

So I'm taking his place for today.

You're okay with that, right?

-When did you arrive, Kinasih? -A week ago.

I've been planning to visit two days ago,

but I still had to take care of some errands.

I had to take care of my medical license.

I've missed you, Melati, and Mr. HK so much.

Melati is growing more rampant each day.

It came to a point where she almost hurt herself.

We have tried our best to find a way, but… Dear God…

Every single effort has gone to waste.

One day, I'm sure

Melati will be able to call you "mom" completely.

To embrace you and express her love to you completely.

Thank you, dear.

You're a kind girl.

May God bless you a good husband.

Ma'am, if you don't mind,

there is someone who might be able to help Melati.

I used to frequently volunteer at his library during school breaks.

He's someone who is really close to children.

His presence always brings them joy.

Are you home, Karang?

Karang, wait a minute.

There's another letter for you.

There have been seven.

You never bothered to read them?

TO KARANG

MY LITTLE LANTERN

Qintan.

Someone's here to see you.

Good afternoon.

I am Mrs. HK. I apologize if I've disturbed your sleep.

Did you receive my letters?

I'm begging you.

Please help us--

You came to the wrong place and person, ma'am.

And besides that, you came at the wrong time.

Our daughter's name is Melati.

She is six years old.

She truly is a charming girl.

When she ran, all eyes were on her.

All eyes were enchanted.

But that was then.

Now, grief has taken away everything.

Our daughter's condition has turned heartbreaking.

The child needs a doctor,

a psychiatrist…

or something.

Not me.

We have invited numerous doctors.

Even numerous well-known teams of doctors, but everything was in vain--

If they have failed,

how could you…

have placed your hope on a drunkard like me?

I don't know either.

What I do know is that we've reached our limits.

We are close to giving up.

So whatever possibility there is, even if it's just a bit, we will try that.

You're just wasting your time coming here, ma'am.

I can't help with anything.

Melati is blind.

She is also deaf.

She can't even speak.

Melati is cut off from this world.

She has absolutely no way of getting to know this world

and what it holds.

She can't even distinguish which one is her parent.

She also cannot know her God.

If you ever change your mind--

Can't you go and see the girl, even just once?

The last time I was with children, I ended up killing them.

The child needs a doctor.

Not someone who the court deems underqualified

and has an inadequate academic background on how to educate children.

I beg you.

Just once, go and meet the girl.

And if you insist on refusing to help her, then so be it.

As long as you have seen her--