Air Mata di Ujung Sajadah

"This film is dedicated to our beloved parents...

...who put our name in their prayers."

Cute! -Really?

It looks just like me!

I love it.

Thank you. -Anytime.

Bye.

Qilla!

Where have you been all day?

Hi, Mom.

I was at the studio.

I was working on my assignment for tomorrow.

Nice wristband.

Did you forget to take it off?

Fine, I was at a concert.

Why did you lie to me?

I'm so sorry, Mom.

You told me to focus on my study to finish early.

You'd scold me if I told you the truth!

Starting tomorrow, I'll be honest. Promise!

Can't you do it now?

Also...

...the one who took you to the concert...

...who is he?

The one who always takes you home so late...

...and drops you off by the security post...

...instead of at our home.

Now I understand why...

...you refuse to have your own car...

...or have a driver pick you up.

You said motorbike taxi was faster. Right?

Turns out you're with this guy.....

Arfan.

The orphaned art student who relies on scholarship?

The one who paints and wants to be an artist?

Wait. Are you spying on me?

Do you know what an artist is like?

Kind, funny, creative...

...and fun.

He's got no future.

He's not focused, and he's poor!

You can fall in love with any man...

...but if he can't provide you comfort...

...the way I've been trying to give you all your life.....

But love isn't just about money.

That's what I thought.

Remember those days...

...when our family suffered so much...

...and your father worked hard to rise back up...

...until he fell ill one day?

And now he's gone.

Love's not enough.

You must live well to enjoy and preserve love.

Arfan is a responsible man.

He's the one for me!

As long as you live in my house,...

...I get to decide what's best for you.

Mom, I'm not a kid anymore!

I can decide for myself.

You think disobeying me is what's best for you?

I'm not disobeying you!

You hate suffering so much...

...it makes you obsessed with wealth...

...and you take it all out on me!

Aren't you happy with your life?

I am, but I'm happy with Arfan, too.

You know nothing about happiness.

You're wrong.

Are you okay?

Do you really love me?

Then marry me.

I marry off and I wed off...

...Arfan, son of Rusdi to Aqilla, daughter of Hamka...

...with the mahr jewelry and prayer tools, in cash.

I accept marrying Aqilla, daughter of Hamka...

...with the mahr agreed upon.

Do you approve? -I approve!

"Mom, Arfan and I are getting married today."

"We hope you come and give us your blessing."

"We'll start at 10 AM."

Are you okay taking the stairs every day?

Yeah, it's healthy!

Here we are!

Home sweet home.

That looks great!

Let's eat.

Later.

Is it good?

"Closed"

Peace be upon you. -Peace be upon you too, Hubby!

Tired? -A little!

Let me help.

How was your day?

It was okay. -Really?

Anyway, I'm planning to take short semester this year...

...so I can finish college...

...and get a decent job...

...and you can continue your study.

Okay?

Hold up.

Do you want to take short semester to graduate early...

...or to see the handsome lecturer?

No way! Nobody is more handsome than you.

What are you talking about?

That's so cheesy!

But it's true! -Where did you learn that line?

I want one savory martabak...

...with four duck eggs. -Okay.

I'll be right there. Thanks! -Okay.

How much? -Rp48,000.

Okay, here you go.

What's that? -A motorbike accident!

Let's go!

Hurry! He needs help!

No!

Why are you still here?

Call an ambulance now!

Honey, please wake up!

No!

Somebody call an ambulance!

No!

Please wake up.

Hello?

Help me.

Aqilla!

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

Arif.

Honey.

Here.

Praise God.

God is great.

God is great.

I bear witness that no God except Allah.

I bear witness that no God except Allah.

God is great.

Are you sure?

My daughter's not ready to be a mother.

She's got so much to achieve.

Arif.

You've worked for me for so long.

Your late father also served my family...

...until the end of his time.

You're the only one I trust.

Please raise...

...and take care of my grandson with love...

...like your own son.

I'll pay for everything...

...his living and education expenses...

...but you have to promise me.

Leave Jakarta immediately...

...and never return.

Mom.

Mom. -Aqilla.

Where's my baby?

Where's my baby?

Your son didn't make it.

He was strangled by his umbilical cord.

No way. I want to see him.

He's been buried. -No!

I'll take you to his grave. -He's not dead!

You're lying! -Qilla!

Where is he? Let me see him!

No!

He can't be dead.

Listen.

This is karma...

...because you've been disobeying me.

Now you have to make up for it.

Once things get better...

...I want you to reach your dreams.

Finish your study in Europe.

Come on, Sir!

Hurry up!

Stop right here!

Pay him up.

Thank you. -Come on!

There they are!

Mr. Arif!

Mom! -Arif!

Mr. Arif! -Welcome!

Hi, Mother. -Thank God you're home safely.

Mbok Tun!

Arif, how could you?

Why didn't you tell me your wife was pregnant?

I wanted to surprise you.

Let me hold him.

Come here!

Praise God! What's his name?

Baskara. It means "ray of light".

Peace be upon you, Baskara.

Can't wait to see you grow up into a smart boy...

...and we can play together!

I want to play with him too. -Alright, alright.

Shall we go?

To Kampung Laweyan, please! -Okay.

Here we go.

Thanks, Mbok Tun.

Ms. Yumna lost weight so quickly!

What's her secret? -Hop in, Mbok!

Well, she's been pulling all-nighter.