Kartu Keluarga

THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL.

ANY RESEMBLANCE OF STORY, NAMES, OR EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Geng.

Will you help me reunite with your dad?

Is he still willing to accept you?

Of course, Geng.

He has a new family now, right Mom?

That is not true.

I don't believe it myself.

Dad told me himself.

He even introduced me to Jarot.

He once drove me and Jarot home.

You know, right?

Mrs. Sri is your replacement in dad's house now.

No.

Your mother can't be replaced by anyone. Okay?

Mom.

It's already happened.

Who is this?

New number?

This must be Mrs. Yuni.

No, no. I'm not interested in you.

Forget it.

Wait, what if...

this is Sri's new number?

That means Tuti has conveyed my message.

Hi, honey.

Hello?

I'm Santoso, Education Department.

Mr. Santoso?

Mr. Santoso the principal?

I intend to get to the bottom of this case,

therefore I need to know

your name.

Because you kept coming

to my office without revealing your name.

My name is Gunawan, sir.

Gunawan.

Why do you need my name anyway?

So, what is this going to be?

I don't care

whether this is a case,

a vase or a lace.

It's just that I've had enough splitting headaches.

Please help me, okay? I'm just asking you for a favor.

Just give me back my Sri.

I just want to be reunited with Sri.

That's all.

Hey, sir.

Why are you crying?

What's wrong with him?

He just hung up.

What if all this happened because of you?

Because of me?

Of course.

This is because you made the Family Register as a condition.

So, everyone faces the consequences.

You have a point there.

It seems like the School Zoning regulation

causes some unwanted consequences.

One of them is about love.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you too.

Yes.

Dear.

Dear.

What a surprise, Ustad!

Sastro.

Ustad.

-How are you? -I'm good.

Praise be to God.

Please come in, Ustad.

-Let's have a chat inside. -Yes.

Please.

Please come in.

Let me explain our problem, Ustad Soleh Bejo.

We have a problem

regarding our son.

I'm utterly perplexed

thinking about my son, Ustad.

Therefore, as his parents

we need your help

to do a blessing on our son.

Where is your son, whom I need to bless?

Well, that's the problem, Ustad.

Nowadays, it seems my son

can't stand staying in the house for long.

He's chasing after that woman everywhere.

Right, Ustad.

Our son is love-struck by a widowed mother.

Exactly.

I've been pondering recently

and it seems like these days

we have so many unusual problems.

For example,

I have two patients, a newlywed couple.

The wife is a widow and the husband is a widower.

They're a newlywed couple, but they fight a lot.

They even intend to live separately now.

What if it's black magic, Ustad?

Speaking of which, I truly believe my son is being charmed.

You can see how crazy he is about her.

Oh my God.

I suppose,

you can neutralize the charms effect, yes?

The truth is, I can do nothing, ma'am.

But God is omnipotent.

All we need to do is try

and ask for His help.

Beg for His help.

If God wills it

every problem can be solved.

God is great.

-Amen. -May He will it.

Please, have a drink, Ustad.

Hey.

-Gembul? -Miss Tuti?

When did you arrive?

Several days ago, miss.

I just haven't had the chance to see you.

Oh, no.

-Is Mrs. Bardi inside? -She is, Miss.

I just met her myself.

-Okay, thank you. -Yes.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Bardi.

Ma'am.

Mrs. Bardi.

Acting high and mighty, huh?

You don't respond when I address you as "Mrs. Bardi."

Please don't do that, Tut.

Don't address me as "Mrs. Bardi".

Just call me "Sri".

It's the same.

Wait.

Stay still, let me look.

Hey, she didn't yank your hair, right?

She didn't pinch, right?

She didn't throw a pestle at you, right?

Sit down.

-You're ready? -Yes, sure.

Why are you laughing before spilling it out?

You should've come with me yesterday, Tut.

Why?

You should've seen her yesterday.

Simple house dress.

And her hair was all messed up and in rollers.

When she opened the door...

she was shocked to see me.

Like her jaw dropped for a minute.

For real?

It looked like she hadn't taken a shower,

so she hadn't done her eyebrows

or her eyelashes.

-You can imagine her look, right? -Yes.

She must have looked very ugly.

And then,

I saw the Chairman and his wife trailing me to Mrs. Yuni's house.

Stop. Okay, sir.

Thank you.

That pervert Chairman?

The one who first hooked you up with Mr. Bardi?

That one?

Hey, keep it down.

Okay, so I deliberately

talked to her in a loud voice

so the Chairman and his wife could hear me.

What if the Chairman has a secret crush on you?

Oh God, please don't.

You're a lot prettier compared to Yuni,

so, no wonder...

-Yuni gave you this look. -Mom.

Oh, Miss Tuti.

Hey, honey.

Hi, handsome boy.

Mom, what time do we go?

Oh my. Let's go now, okay?

Hey, are you guys going to your house?

Yes, Tut. I need to check on my house. It's been quite some time since I left.

Besides, it's Sunday. Jarot is on a holiday.

Well, let's go together then.

-Okay. She can go with us, right? -Of course, Mom.

-Let's inform Mr. Bardi first. -Yes.

Just call him "honey."

"Mr. Bardi" is so formal.

Come on.

Sir, I'll take my leave.

Oh, sure.

Okay, have fun and take care.

Yes, sir.

Miss Sri.

If there's anything wrong, please tell me, okay?

Don't keep it to yourself. That's not good for you.

Yes, sir.

I mean it.

-Yes, sir. -Don't hesitate to tell me.

Yes, sir.

I'll take my leave now, sir.

Yes.