One Day We'll Talk About Today

Many people say

that the story of our life begins on the day we were born.

As though everything that happened before that is something separate.

All the memories that shaped our story...

Mom and Dad...

The people before them...

Or the siblings before us.

Because, in the end, there will always be a story or two to tell.

About being broken.

Rising.

Falling.

Failing.

Growing .

Disappearing.

Waiting.

Surviving.

Changing.

And other human fears

that we all talk about someday.

Like all dreams, some are held on to till this day,

some fail...

fade away,

or are even left forgotten.

Hang in there.

Dad's here.

Come on.

Angkasa! Aurora!

Ready?

Let's go. Careful now.

OK.

Easy there.

Whoosh.

Hello there.

Whoosh, it's flying away.

Be careful.

Of all the good decisions I've ever made...

-two of them are the best. -What?

The first one is...

marrying you.

The second one is...

being the father of our children.

-Good afternoon, everyone. -Afternoon, Doctor.

Mr. Rendra, Mrs. Ajeng, let's do this.

Everything will be all right.

If Allah wills it, it'll go well. Just pray.

Amen.

-Don't worry. -OK.

Stay here, OK? Keep an eye on Aurora.

Awan.

Mock-up order.

It's urgent.

Because we have to present it the day after tomorrow. OK?

-The day after tomorrow, sir? -Yes.

But, sir, I already made plans with my family.

It's short notice, I know.

But this is your chance.

It's a direct order from the person right there.

-OK, sir. Got it. -All right.

Bye.

-We're off, sir. -See you.

Excuse me.

Look who's happy. Assigned a job by Mr. Anton.

People our age are mostly fans of BLACKPINK,

Bude Sumiyati, or Pamungkas. You're the only who's an architect fan.

So what? I've been a fan since high school.

I don't care about that. I only care about us getting the job.

Tomorrow's the probation result.

I wonder if we'll pass.

We will, for sure.

How do you know?

Well, you have me in our team.

Cocky.

Shut up.

You're 15 minutes late.

Sorry, I was just chatting.

Dad asked me to pick you up from the office. Not here.

Don't worry, he'll never find out.

Just say there was a traffic jam.

Oh, great. And now you're telling me to lie.

You won't be the one who lies.

Hurry up. Dad'll get mad.

I'm hungry, though.

-There she is. -Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.

Awan, skip the shower.

Just go and get changed.

Dad. Mom. I can't go.

Why? We made reservations for eight o'clock, you know that.

Come on. What are you working on?

A mock-up.

It's due tomorrow. For a presentation.

Awan, you can do it later after dinner.

Let's go.

There's not enough time, Dad.

Besides, it's an order from Mr. Anton.

Is it OK?

See, honey?

All right.

Enjoy your dinner.

Let's go. Traffic.

-Bye! -Take care.

-Drive safely. -Yes.

Aurora, how's the installation?

Hmm...

How should I put it?

It's...

confusing.

The exhibition's in three weeks, right?

You're right.

I think we should go home.

-Some subjects were pretty hard. -Really?

-Aurora, see you later! -Bye!

-A friend of yours? -Of course.

Mom!

Hey, Awan!

-Awan! -Awan!

Awan!

Hurry, sir!

Awan!

Help her!

-Awan! -Come on! Help her!

Help her!

Awan!

Call an ambulance!

-Where is it? Where is the ambulance? -Awan!

-Out of my way! -Where is it?

Get in!

-Awan! -Awan!

-Awan! -Awan!

Awan!

Out of the way!

Mom! Where's Dad?

Just go!

Move!

Mom!

Awan.

-Yoo-hoo. -Why are you back already?

Still working on the mock-up?

Let's work on it together, OK?

Oh, come on, Dad. I can do it myself.

Oh, you.

What's the point of having a family if you do everything by yourself?

Dad, I can do it.

It's your wedding anniversary.

Your boss made that reservation. What are you gonna say to him?

Easy.

I'll tell him it's my uric acid.

Problem solved.

Uric acid? Seriously?

Why are you here?

You know your dad.

I should've just gone out with Lika.

Just tell her to come over.

I'll make something delicious.

Everybody's happy, right?

I'll be in the studio.

Aurora.

Aurora?

Aurora?

-What is it, Mom? -Dinner's ready.

Oh, right. I'm not hungry yet.

What's this called?

This one is "Antara."

I can't wait to see your works. They've been in the garage for so long,

and finally people will get to see them.

Studio, Mom.

Yes. Studio.

Come on, let's eat.

OK, I'll be there in a minute.

Aurora, last week you did 90 seconds.

Aurora, being the first one is not enough.

You have to beat all the other schools.

I expect 88 seconds next week. Got it?

-Got it, coach. -OK.

Awan.

You did 102 seconds.

Remember, the competition's in four months.

If I don't see any improvement next week, you don't get to compete, OK?

Dad, the coach said I was the fastest today.

Me, 90 seconds. Awan, 102 seconds.

I think you should help Awan practice.

So you both can compete.

You don't want to leave your little sister behind, do you?

It'd be much better if you both won. Right?

Right.

Way to go, dear!

It should be tropical.

Your design is too modern, Awan. It's not what they want.

Sir, tropical doesn't have to be extravagant.

I'm sure with the right explanation, they will be open to new ideas.

This is not about opening their minds.

You don't have the right to persuade them.

We're not some random firm trying to sell things.

We're a firm of, what's the word--

Architecture, sir.

Don't interfere, Kuya. Yes, we're an architecture firm.

And you should know that the client already gave the intruction a while ago.

-"Instruction." -What?

-With an "S", sir. "Instruction." -Whatever!

All you do is criticize me.

Awan?