Project: High Council (Projek: High Council)

Fakhri! -I don't want to!

Fakhri! -Hey, come and hit me back.

Fakhri!

Fakhri. Wake up.

Quick. No one is using the bahtroom.

Here.

Here.

Faster.

Fakhri, here you go.

I told you.

You are stubborn.

I offered to drive, but you refused.

How could I let you? You don't even have a license.

Come on, dad. That's enough.

Remember, once I dropped you off, I will be out of here.

If anything happens, I can't help you anymore.

You are lucky your last case was not put in the record.

If not, I don't think this new school would ever accept you.

Fortunately, it happened outside of school, and after PMR examination.

I really don't get boys.

I know, dad. -How did you get into this school?

You are gifted with brain and intelligence.

I don't think you got it from me.

Dad. -Next time, use your brain...

...before you use your hands and swing punches at people.

Remember, there is no more school in Malaysia that can accept you.

I promised you, didn't I?

Take this.

What is this?

You have to call and text me every day.

Dad, where did you get the money?

Call and text me every day.

Please.

Okay, dad.

You could have used the money to rent a hotel instead.

Shut up. Learn to be grateful.

Don't forget to call every day. -I know.

I like this school.

Thank you. -It's huge and beautiful.

Thank you. Welcome.

My goodness, Mr. Sin. Just look at all these new kids' faces.

Isn't it just so exciting?

Welcome to Kudrat! -Thank you.

We're very excited. It's such a beautiful school.

Yes. Me too! I'm excited too.

So, just fill in your details. Right, and what's your name?

Nor Fakhri bin Firdaus Ismet.

Huh? -Nor Fakhri bin Firdaus Ismet.

You don't have to. Let me carry it myself.

It's heavy. -No, it's not. I'm good.

It's fine. Let me do it. -Okay, then.

If so, please excuse us.

Sure.

But, if there's anything, you can just ask "Ayam" .....

Azam! -Yes?

Here in Kudrat, we assign a buddy for each student.

So, Azam will be your son's buddy.

He will be helping and guiding your son.

That's good, then.

Welcome to Kasturi House, uncle.

Thank you.

So, which one is your son, Ikhsan?

He is the one.

Wait a second.

Amir.

Let's go, dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad, that's enough. -It's fine. Can you do this?

I can do it myself.

The bedsheet has to be tight. Look at theirs.

Like this. You need to pull it.

Dad, I know how to do it.

What about your clothes? Should I put them in the.....

Dad, it's fine. -It's okay, let me help.

Dad, enough. Okay?

I can do it.

Let's go dad. The longer you're here, the more you will try to do.

Come on.

Dad.

Dad, that's enough. It's okay, dad.

Are you embarrassed?

No, I'm not.

I will be lonely without you at home.

I'll text you every day.

Don't just text me. You must call every day.

Yes.

Yes. -I need to remind you.

This school is the last opportunity for you to change our fate.

So, I'm begging you.

Whatever happens, stay out of trouble.

Don't get into fights. You need to stay in this school.

I don't want you to be expelled.

Okay? I hope you can graduate from this school.

Promise?

Why did this remind me of when mum took you and your brother?

But I came looking for you, right?

Don't worry too much, dad.

No matter what, I will always return to you.

Okay, dad. I think this is it.

Remember my words. -I will. Don't waste your time.

The longer you're here, the harder it is for you to go.

Remember, stay out of trouble. -I know.

I know. -Promise?

I promise.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Puan Faniza, is there anything else that I can help you with?

Naim, do you have a brother?

Fakhri, right?

Born in 1991. Wow, you must be a brainiac.

No, I'm not. -You skipped PTS right?

Yes. -So you are a brainiac.

Wait, who are you? -I'm Ayam.

They have assigned me to your buddy here.

Ayam buddy? -It's like your compass.

My responsibility is to guide you around the school.

But, there are more things you can't do than you can do.

Just until you get your license.

Oh, no. It's too early to tell.

Your parents might hear me. Oh, wait. Where are your parents?

Did they leave? Praise to God.

I don't have to pretend to chat with them and act nice,...

...or explain to them why is the school nice but the dorm is shitty.

Here you go. Sign this form.

This is to prove that I have welcomed you with a smile.

Okay.

Oh, wait.

Your name..... -Fakhri.

Fakhri.

Where have you guys been all this time?

Did dad bring you here?

Did he send you?

Is dad still.....

Oh, god. I need to tell mum. She's been looking for you.

Hold on. Who are you?

You don't talk like my brother. You don't walk like my brother.

So, stop calling me your brother.

Fakhri. -Just don't.

Don't.

I don't want to get in any trouble here.

I promised my dad.

So, there's nothing to tell your mum or my dad.

Do you understand?

If you do, that's it.

Fakhri.

Are you serious?

That's your brother?

Hey!

Didn't that hurt?

Are you really Naim's brother?

No, I'm not trying to get involved.

Yes, they were the one who assigned me to be your buddy here.

It's not like I want to. Okay?

I'm only doing this for the certificate.

That doesn't me we will spend all our time together and get friendly.

But, I need to remind you one thing.

This place is different.

It's not like what they said in the brochure you saw.

All the prefects who pretended to welcome you like angels,...

...are also the demons here.

That includes your brother.

So, please do me a favour.

If you want to have a peaceful life here,...

...please listen to me. At least for these first two weeks.

Do you have any question?

Why is your name Ayam?

Well, Ayam is better than Sotong.

Tuck in your shirt.

It's for your safety.

Please, tuck in your shirt.

The bell rings at 6am every morning.

Go to the toilet and queue. -Hey!

What is taking you so long?

Hurry up! -Put on your praying attire.

Get down to the mosque. -Why aren't we wearing the uniform?

We don't have our license yet. They all do.

License?

After prayer, we can have our breakfast at the dining hall.

Make way.

Is he serious? -They have a license.

What license are you talking about? -Be patient. One at a time.

Obedient, strong, and firm. -Then, we go to the assembly hall.

This is the place where real men are born.

Then, it's lesson time.

To the dining hall again, for lunch.

To the mosque, for noon prayer.

Back to lesson and the evening prep.

To the mosque again.

Back to the dorm for washing up.

To the dining hall, mosque,...

...night classes.

Mosque again.

Dining hall again.

Back to the dorm, and lights off at 10pm. Sleep.

We must repeat today for 2 years? -Yes!

It's a shitty place, isn't it? Plus, there are no girls.

What? Just because I'm this way, you think I have no desire?