Sore: A Wife From The Future (Sore: Istri Dari Masa Depan)

Do you know why dusk is so easy to love?

Sometimes it's red, blushing happily.

Sometimes it's black, dark and somber.

But the sky...

always accepts dusk as what it is.

See you.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Bella ciao Bella ciao

Bella ciao ciao Bella ciao

See you soon, Karlo

Bella ciao, ciao, ciao...

I'm Sore.

Your wife from the future.

Let's try again. Okay.

How much did Karlo pay you?

I'll double it.

Get out!

Hey.

Don't forget your wallet and phone.

Be careful, don't walk too fast.

No problem.

Elsa.

I'm Sore. Jonathan's wife.

Wife?

Please, leave now!

But I'm hungry.

You can eat somewhere else.

I want to eat here.

Here.

I'm paying you now. Please leave.

I don't need your money.

I just want to eat.

Then find another table.

I want to eat with you. Am I not allowed?

No. I'm having a conversation!

I'm asking you to leave now.

Why bother talking to Elsa?

You'll break up soon.

You don't want to join her to Madrid, right?

Work for his father,

let her bossing you around. Am I right?

Just tell her. It'll be okay.

Yes, he told me everything.

Sorry, he must've told you he's single.

Right?

We married in Indonesia, and it's not the first time

he gets involved with a woman like you.

Well, as a wife,

I am expected to have patience.

Right?

- He'll ask you to look him in the eye... - Elsa, look into my eyes.

...so that you'll believe him.

- This is Karlo's prank. - He'll also blame Karlo.

Elsa...

Yes, he always says that when he's lying.

You'll get used to it.

Elsa!

Let her go.

Leave it, you'll trip.

Stop!

Enough!

Leave, or I'll call the police.

What do you want?

Go ahead.

- Sorry. - Enjoy.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What's your name?

Sore.

after this, we're done.

Tell Karlo it's not funny anymore.

Karlo has no idea.

Ask me.

Anything.

About you.

- What's my mother's name? - Maya Wiryawan.

Born and raised in Surabaya.

She's one of 12 kids.

She's the second youngest child.

- My elder sibling? - Sindy?

She's nice.

She should be busy preparing her wedding now.

Three years from now,

when she gets married, you'll go home, okay?

That's where you'll meet me.

My younger sibling?

You don't have any.

What else?

Your first girlfriend?

You're home.

I made you yellow broth chicken soup.

Your favorite.

I used local prawn crackers for the savory powder, so--

Let's say I believe you're from the future.

What do you want?

I want to make your life better.

My life is fine.

Follow me.

Come on.

You'll see David tomorrow, right?

Don't show him the Arctic pictures.

- He doesn't feel-- - Sore, no.

That's the roll from Ladakh, right?

This one.

Roll 14, frame 20.

Sorry, it's frame 29.

You said frame 28 is out of focus.

No one knows I took pictures there.

I know.

David will love the pictures of the lady you met at the temple's door.

I know it sounds crazy.

But if you just have a little more patience,

you'll believe

that I really am from the future.

It has great potential.

Now do you believe I can make your life better?

From now on,

do whatever I tell you, okay?

Okay.

Promise?

Promise.

Whatever?

What do you want?

Anything.

Seriously?

Thank you.

Let's exercise.

Come on!

God.

Almost there! Look! Come on!

Come on, almost there.

Come on, a little further.

Easy for you to say. I'm literally carrying you!

Not far, I can see it.

Come on.

God!

Why on Earth did I marry you?

When you grow to like me, you'll be sorry.

Does this suit me?

Do they always have to talk about that?

No, not that.

It's more complex than you think.

It's always the same topic.

Not this time.

Sorry, I answered right away.

It's okay.

What's this?

Don't open it.

Your correspondence with Elsa?

Don't open it.

- What is it? - Don't open it!

Don't!

Jo! Cut it out!

- Don't open it! - Jo! Stop it!

Jo! Enough!

- Give it back! - Jo! Stop it!

Jo! Stop!

- Give it back! - I'll give it back!

I won't stop until you give it back!

Jo! Okay, I'll give it back!

You can have it!

Jo...

our first time...

was after we got married.

You said...

you'd protect me...

even from yourself.

I said that?

Yes.

Actually, I asked you to.

I once told you.

I only want to have one relationship in my life...

if possible.

And suddenly you promised...

to protect me.

But, anyway,

come to think of it,

I'm already your wife.

But you're not my husband yet.

What are your thoughts...

on this?

Nothing.

Nevermind.

What am I sitting on?

My book.

Your book?

- Want me to tickle you again? - No!

I already gave it back.

What are you reading?

Read it to me.

Hold on.

Keep your eyes closed.

Can I open them now?

Yes.

In the future...

is Madrid exhibition a success?

I feel like something's missing.

I think it'll work.

I know what's missing.

What?