Project: High Council (Projek: High Council)

Fakhri? Dear?

Fakhri? Dear.....

I love you, son.

I love you.....

I love you, Fakhri.

I love you so much, Fakhri.

I love you.

Sir! What's your comment...

...about the rape case..... -Sorry,...

...please wait for the official statement by the school. Excuse me.

Enough. This is a school.

I see you've been reading that a lot lately.

Well, can you blame me?

You've seen the frenzy outside.

If this book is as prophetic as they say,...

...I'm trying to see if it can prepare me for whatever comes next.

I mean, what's with this William Golding guy anyway?

What kind of life he lived to be so bitter?

He was a teacher like us.

Really?

How someone like this had any hope to nurture children?

Well, to be fair,...

...he didn't exempted himself when he wrote the book.

From what? -You must understand that...

...before he was a teacher,...

...he served in World War II.

He not only witnessed the brutality of men,...

...he also participated in it.

Instead of being spooked about what others capable of,...

...he was terrified of what himself capable of.

You once said that this book liberated you.

You've never elaborated how.

It was at a very important time of my life.

1969. I was 15.

A few months before that, my father was killed.

In the 13th May riots.

Oh no, I'm sorry.

I spent the following months...

...looking for this man who killed my father.

Ready to avenge him.

This search took me to a library...

...where this man was working.

I had a knife.

I went looking for him. Row by row.

Aisle by aisle. Shelf by shelf.

Hoping to find this man.

But what I found was a book.

'Lord of the Flies.'

So I started reading it, hoping to get a glimpse of the man.

But he never showed up.

And I had finished reading the book.

So I stood up, put the book back where I found it.

And you know what?

Because of this book, I never went back looking for the man.

Shouldn't the book made you angrier instead?

Knowing that people like that exist?

Mrs. Faniza,...

...I didn't read 'Lord of the Flies' imagining my enemies...

...committing the evils the characters have done.

I imagined myself.

Me. I am capable of evil too.

Once I've recognized...

...my own potential of being evil.

Being aware of it, of myself,...

...was the best way to stop myself.

The Alumni sent me...

...to ask for your explanation.

Why are the police involved?

What do you mean? This is rape.

Who else should I report to other than the police?

Mr. Yusof. If you, yourself couldn't understand...

...how important the KUDRAT's image for the Alumni.

I regretted suggesting you for this position.

Don't take this wrongly.

The excellence of KUDRAT...

...isn't because of your efficient administration.

None at all.

It has nothing to do with what happened in class during the day.

It's because of what happened at night, at the dorm.

Of course,...

...rape case like this is one of the extreme cases.

But you should've refer to the Alumni on how to solve it.

Not by involving outsiders.

If you don't agree,...

...I'm sure the Alumni can find a replacement for this position.

You, orange shirt!

Sweep the floor. I don't want to see a fleck of dust.

You! Before I come back,...

...make sure all my clothes are clean and folded.

Do you understand?

What's with the rolling eyes? -Hey, Form Two!

Can you do mine too? -Of course.

Nod your head.

How did your voice become big?

How did you do it? Teach me.

Can you? -"Can you?"

Try it. -"Hey, Form Two."

Amir,...

...you had a girlfriend before, right?

Why?

It's just that...

...Mia's picking me up from my house...

...to hang out.

Are you serious with that dining hall girl?

Why did you ask?

Open your eyes.

Her attitude. Her clothes.

She even poisoned our food.

I don't want you to regret this later.

I'll go first.

Fakhri, why is there many reporters out there?

Fakhri!

How are you?

I'm good. How about you?

Good.

I came to give you this.

I made sour and spicy stew for Naim.

I remembered it is your and Fakhri's favourite dish too.

So I packed it up.

Fakhri told me you've moved back here.

Idah..... -I want to apologise to you.

If possible, I don't want to remember the past.

I'm so grateful I've found Fakhri again...

...and I hope I could keep seeing him.

Fakhri, make sure to devour this.

I put in extra gravy just the way you like it.

Okay? Make sure you eat it.

I'll go now. -Thank you.

Fakhri?

Fakhri.....

Are you serious, Mia?

What?

I'm here because there's no hope for me.

Why didn't you go when you got the interview?

If I go,...

...who's going to accompany you?

You and your excuse!

Mia.

Let's go.

Now? -Yes.

Right now? -Yes.

Okay. Wait.

I'll go first. Bye. -Hey. Mia!

Mia.....

Mia?

Peace be upon you.

Come in.

How is it? Isn't it nice?

Much larger than the house at Kuantan.

Your school is only 20 minutes away from here.

Is it okay?

Where is my room?

Upstairs.

Fakhri.....

I did all these, moved back here for you.

For me or for you?

Naim?

Naim?

Naim?

When are you going to tell me what happened to your face?

This is normal. I'm a guy.

That answer is what allowing men's sins in this life.

Why did you change our plan?

Isn't I supposed to pick you up at your house tomorrow?

I'm about to go home but I saw...

...my mom being friendly with Fakhri...

...and his dad too.

I know this sounds stupid but.....

It's not. I get it.

I get it.

I was like that too.

I did all kind of things to make my father proud of me.

I scored my PMR, my SPM.

I want him to care more for me...

...but whatever I did, he still care more about my brother.

So you're a clever kid?

That's why you got a letter from JPA?

That's why you have to attend a scholarship interview, right?

Come on, Mia. You think I'm that stupid?

What time you should go home? Or else, your mom will be pissed.

I don't want to! Whatever happens, happens. I don't care.

But I don't want to go home.

Are you serious? -Yes.

Are you rebelling?

If you want to rebel,...

...you have to wear this.

What are you looking at?

You're cool.

So we're staying out tonight?

Yes.

Overnight!

Overnight!

Naim, what are you doing? -Arranging the flower.

Fakhri, what are you doing? -This.

That doesn't look good. Let me do it.

What are you doing, Naim?

I'm re-arranging Fakhri's. Just like his face, it's shabby.

Naim's good. It looks..... -Fakhri.

Let's eat.

I'm serious. -Yes, I know.