Uang Passolo -Amplop Kondangan-

- Congrats, Daeng. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Mom.

Don't forget Daeng Kebo's child's wedding.

God willing, Puang.

When is it?

Three months from now.

I'm telling you early so you can prepare.

Alright.

Envelopes.

Which place will we take? Oh, which one…

Come on.

What are you doing?

Please hold this, ma'am.

Two mountains side by side Adinda Logo.

Two mountains side by side Adinda Logo…

Excuse me, Auntie. Don't step on the cable.

Roll it up properly, son.

People walk through here.

Just sit down.

Stop pacing.

We're shooting.

Hey.

We should upgrade.

The photos look weird.

- Congrats. - Thanks.

- Congrats. - Thanks.

Congratulations, ma'am.

Please remember. God willing, Puang.

Yes.

So it's true.

Village events rely on me.

Thank God, son. May your work go well.

- Amen. - Let's eat first.

Go ahead. I'm still working.

Your aunt doesn't like you.

- Thanks, ma'am. - Don't be late tomorrow.

No worries. My rooster will wake me.

Peace be upon you.

Mom!

Mom?

Peace be upon you.

And upon you be peace.

I thought it was still going to be long.

Didn't you check your WhatsApp?

Not yet, dear.

Why?

Food?

Puang Ngugi brought food from the wedding.

She brought some packages too.

Looks good.

Just eat.

Save the crispy catfish for me.

Okay.

- Biba. - Yes?

I've been thinking.

I want to invite

my social gathering friends.

How many, Puang?

Not many.

Less than a hundred.

How many exactly?

So we can plan the budget.

Ninety-nine.

That's basically a hundred.

One more and it is.

Finish your food.

You're killing my appetite.

Why the long face?

Don't add more.

Why is she so sensitive?

We just got home.

It won't help anyway.

Do you see that?

Daeng Sibali's event was two weeks ago.

He wants the photos now.

Hey.

What else can we do?

This laptop is so slow.

Oh.

Edit on the phone instead?

Where's your professionalism, Samsul?

I was just suggesting.

If you want, we do it.

"BIBA", MY LOVE.

Hi, love.

Hi. Yes, love.

What are you doing?

Still editing.

What's up?

Check what I sent you.

Is it good?

Can we look next week?

YOUR PC RAN INTO A PROBLEM THAT IT COULDN'T HANDLE

AND NOW IT NEEDS TO RESTART.

We're just browsing references.

If it's good, we'll pre-order.

Let's use what's in-store first.

It's clearer.

Now we just need the size.

We've already agreed on an intimate wedding.

Does the ring have to be so ordinary too?

Ki, what's wrong?

Honey.

Honey.

Let's keep it simple for now.

Within our budget.

After we're married,

we can save up to buy a ring.

Already losing steam at the start.

Let her handle it.

You just transfer the rest.

All settled.

You act like you don't know who's whispering in her ear.

She'd drain me dry if I didn't remind her.

Let's finish this matter first, then move on to the next.

This one's a client too.

Always demanding.

Same thing.

Let me borrow your phone.

See? I told you.

You ended up using my phone anyway.

Here!

Send the file!

So, here's the thing, Ki.

We all agreed to add 100 more guests.

Yes.

I thought we were having an intimate wedding.

If we add 100,

that means 600 guests total.

It's not intimate if you invite a whole village.

That's a bit much.

You know,

Biba comes

from a big family.

If we invite one and not the others,

people will be offended.

The point of marriage is to announce it.

Invite as many as possible,

so people know you're married.

Right.

To avoid gossip.

Yes, Puang, but times are different now.

If we want to announce it, we can post the event on social media.

It's not just about posting.

We invite people so many will come.

The more who come, the more prayers, the more blessings.

There's no guarantee that everyone invited

has good intentions.

You're being suspicious.

All the guests are people close to us.

Do you know all of them?

Even Biba doesn't know all the guests, Puang.

How about this then?

If you don't want to invite many people,

just get married at the registry office.

Follow those TikTok trends.

Did you forget?

Where do we live?

Puang, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event for me.

Let Rizki and me decide what's best.

Poor you, Biba.

Precisely because it's once in a lifetime,

don't do it halfway.

Or how about this? Don't involve us at all.

Just do whatever you two want.

That's not what I meant, Puang.

Just immediate family, so it feels more sacred.

They're all family. They should all be involved.

Or don't do it at all.

You say you want a simple celebration.

But the world is never simple…

Since you were little, my child…

Whenever you went to weddings,

you always said,

"I want to be a princess when I get married."

Your father and I still remember that.

I was just a child back then, Mom.

I didn't know how exhausting it is to stand on the stage for hours.

I hope this isn't just about saving money, my child,

that you sacrifice all your dreams.

That doesn't matter, Mom.

What matters is the marriage.

And then build me a house on your father's land,

so we won't have to depend on others like we do now.

That's not your responsibility, my child.

Just focus on your wedding.

Mom.

Since Dad passed away, you've been the one taking care of me.

I don't want to lose that responsibility just because I become someone's wife.

I hope I can

always be with you, my child.

I will, Mom.

I'll always be here.

So…

How far along are the preparations?

I'm still working on the numbers, Mom.

Hopefully our savings will be enough for the wedding.

Why haven't you changed yet?

It's my day off, Puang. A chance to lie down for a bit.