The Architecture of Love

I hope this movie will serve as a means

to uplift and inspire those who are struggling, frustrated, and depressed

to push through and keep going.

Rindu.

Longing for something is inevitable in many ways.

Longing for family, lovers, friends...

As humans, we're meant to acknowledge

and accept these feelings

without denying or burying them. Thank you.

Wow, that was amazing.

- - Please give a round of applause for

Ms. Raia Risjad,

the scriptwriter and author of the book Rindu .

as we watch the premiere of the film Rindu .

Any questions?

Yes, please.

Since your muse for both the book and the film is your husband,

Mr. Alam,

I'm wondering,

what does your husband think about it?

Thank you for your question.

Maybe he'd like to answer that. He's there in the back.

Hi, Alam.

Would you tell us what you think?

I'm really happy.

It is an honor

for any husband

to inspire his wife's best work.

- I love you. -

I love you.

- Thank you, Raia. - Thank you.

Hey.

Um, I think I'm going home now.

What's the matter?

My stomach really hurts.

Where does it hurt?

Hmm. Yeah, there.

But it's getting worse now. I'm trying to hold it but I don't think I can.

It's okay. You can go home

but don't forget to change your clothes,

have some warm water, and rub some...

Eucalyptus oil.

- - I promise.

- This is your night. - Mm-hm.

Enjoy, okay?

Okay.

Yeah.

All right?

Eucalyptus oil.

Raia.

Oh my!

- Congratulations! - Thank you!

- Finally, you did it! - I did it!

Thank God.

I'm just so proud of you.

- Thank you. - I am, really!

Raia, I don't mean to discuss work,

just reminding you, about your novel's deadline...?

Ongoing.

- Well... - Ongoing. I'm working on it.

Okay. I'm gonna chill.

Okay.

Now I can watch without worry.

I hope you enjoy the movie.

Yes, I will. I'm sure.

- I'm going home. Bye. - All right.

Sir, I'm going home.

- What's the rush? - My husband is sick.

- Take care. - Thank you, sir.

Mentari, I'm heading home.

So soon?

My husband is sick.

- Okay, take care. Bye-bye. - Have fun.

Dear.

Are you feeling better?

Did you eat?

Raia.

People say that Paris is the city of love.

But to me, New York is more deserving of that title.

Everyone is destined to fall in love with this city,

and perhaps find love here too.

You really should pick up when I call.

Let's party.

You were looking for me just to invite me to a party?

Excuse me? Don't look down on parties.

You've been isolating yourself for two months in New York.

- It's called observation. - You have to open up yourself!

All you do is space out in the park!

You can still observe at a party.

You'll have plenty of people to observe.

- No, please. - Yes, please?

I get that you're facing some tough stuff in Jakarta

with that jerk of an ex of yours.

It feels good to swear in Indonesian.

But please.

This time, come with me.

Okay, listen.

Do you think I look okay going to a party with... you know?

Any other excuses?

Oh my God.

Let's go.

I don't want to see you looking glum.

Your gloominess might rub off on Diaz's songwriting.

Don't drag Diaz into this.

Okay, fine. I get it.

Diaz is indeed the finest musician of them all,

the most famous in the whole world, who can make my friend smitten.

We're just friends! Don't exaggerate.

Oh, no.

He doesn't know that you...

Of course not! Don't let him know! I have to play it cool.

Don't you dare tell him!

And besides, there's somebody I'd want you to meet.

No. Not today. Please?

What? You can't play it cool this time. Come on, Raia.

You have to open up yourself and socialize.

Raia, listen to me.

I read somewhere,

that writers are most inspired when they're in love.

- In theory. - So this time you have to trust me.

Please, Raia.

- Hi, Erin. - Hi.

- How are you? - I'm great.

- Good to see you. Come on in. - I missed you.

By the way, she's my friend from Indonesia.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Diaz Umbara. - Raia.

I can't believe I get to meet my sister's favorite author.

So, please enjoy the drinks, enjoy the party.

I'll be over there.

Thank you.

Amazing, right? He's a state asset. He's so amazing, yet keeps a low profile.

He doesn't like to show off on social media.

Erin.

He's calling me.

Anyway, I want you to socialize. Talk to people.

You could get inspired. I'll be right back.

Is this coconut or soy milk?

- Soy milk. - I can't do coconut milk.

It's palm sugar straight from Jogja.

You must be Raia.

Yes.

I'm Aga.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm your companion for the evening.

You have to try this one.

So, what's it like being an author?

It's good.

Just like any other occupation.

You are... Hang on.

A graphic designer, right?

Do deadlines give you headaches?

No ideas makes you stressed, oh...

You know what?

What?

Let me help you.

Okay.

Spend a few days with me...

...and maybe, just maybe, you'll find an inspiration to write.

I'm going to the restroom.

Was that too straightforward?

Yes.

Sorry.

How does it feel to be a clay barrel in New York?

Clay barrel.

Okay, Raia.

The story of a clay barrel on a ceramic...

Wait a minute!

Where was I?

Okay. Okay, okay.

Don't you feel out of place?

Of course. Of course I feel out of place.

Just like

the alien in Sting's song,

titled...

It's called...

Okay, okay, okay.

Alien, Sting.

Englishman in New York.

Englishman in New York.

Indonesian?

Nice poem.

Not a poem, a story for my novel.

Oh.