Pesantren Impian

You haven't gone home yet?

Commander, she's been waiting for you.

The data you asked for.

Oh, I'm not in on this?

Mr. Gultom, I'm leaving.

Wi, you can do this!

Wait... My cellphone.

Invitation

Eni Abdinegoro.

Eni, an ex-junkie, overdosed two times.

That's the data of other students who responded to the invitation.

Okay.

Wi...

Are you serious with this plan?

It's an insignificant case. It'll be over in two days maximum.

And don't call me Dewi.

Call me Eni.

Okay, Eni, I'm serious.

Everyone knows how great of a police your dad was.

But you don't need to prove to your friends...

...that your dad isn't the only reason you become a police.

Pesantren Impian isn't an ordinary Islamic boarding school.

They have a good reputation...

...of rehabilitating their problematic students.

- Some are... - I know.

They're selected discreetly and given a second chance.

You can't get a second chance in an Islamic boarding school...

...it has to be in jail.

I hope you like it there.

- Enjoy your duty. - Thanks, Commander.

I never see you do salat or recite Quran.

- I hope your God doesn't forget you. - Oh, please.

But I'm Eni now, not Dewi.

Okay, Eni, enjoy your duty, okay?

- Thanks. - Take care.

Bye!

Dad: You don't come home? Do you want to visit the grave?

Get off, get off.

- Is this the place? - We've arrived. Come on, get off the boat.

- Oh, my God. - Don't forget your things, okay?

Let's do a selfie first.

Hold on. Let's take a picture together to keep a memory of us.

Come here.

- Come on. - All set?

The school is an hour from here. We're going to get on a bus.

Sir, the bus is air conditioned, right?

- Of course. - It's air conditioned!

- Natural AC from the window. - What?

What is he talking about?

So hot! I thought the place will be cool.

- I wouldn't go if I knew. - Help me!

I don't like the colour!

- Who have the pink one? - Sri, trade with me.

- Inong, trade with me. - Horrible colours.

We have arrived.

Welcome to Pesantren Impian.

I'm Dr. Aulia.

If there's any of your belongings that we think...

...could ruin your concentration here, we'll confiscate it.

- You can't use your phone for a week. - That's Sri. The online prostitute.

- Your focus here is to worship God. - Seriously. I know her face.

Sissy never lies.

This is an Islamic boarding school, not Indonesia's Next Top Model.

Is this yours? Are you sure it's not others'?

Listen, here, everyone's equal.

Nobody is higher or lower.

So, there won't be any assistant anymore.

That's mine.

Take care of Rini. She's pregnant.

There's still privacy here, right?

Doc...

Check Butet's backside.

I'm Ustaz Agam. This is my wife, Ustazah Hanum.

If God permits, we'll guide you through religion, faith, and moral.

Basically, Islam is simple.

To surrender yourself to God.

So, your old life has ended...

...when you set your feet here.

And if you try to bring your old life here...

...you'll know the price yourself.

These are the rules of this school. Okay?

Read them, ponder on them, then absorb them.

And don't forget to implement them. Okay?

- What's this? - I regret coming here.

My eyes will get swollen.

- I can't do this. - What? There's no TV here?

Infotainment won't know I'm here.

You're just a TV actress, don't act too cocky.

Shut up.

These are all for your own good.

The electricity's off!

Mr. Jomblong!

The electricity will only be available until 9 pm.

9 pm? Oh my God!

Stone age, here we come.

There's the Flintstone there.

- What's this? I can't eat this. - Hello. Here's the egg.

Here's the egg. Eat it. If it's not salty enough, tell me, okay?

- Here. - Thank you.

You want to be dead? You try to be a hero? Huh?

Whose stuff was that? Why did you bring that stuff here?

- You're dead! - Whose was that?

Answer me!

- Whose? - Anton King!

You're Anton King's man?

Why are you here?

No, I'm taking his stuff.

You're stealing?

My little sister was killed by him!

What are you two doing?

It's just a little misunderstanding.

So, you're Sissy's assistant?

Yeah.

She asked you to come here?

Not really. I was the one invited here, but Sissy wanted to come with me.

What's wrong with you?

I...

...grew up on the street.

I had so many life problems.

I'm just tired. I want to repent.

What did you do? Drugs? Prostitution?

Those kinds of things.

And Sissy?

As far as I know, she doesn't use drugs. But...

...an actress life, so many dramas.

- She was booked many times? - What?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Let's not talk about it.

Ustaz Agam has talked about it.

That our past had ended when we arrived here.

Okay, before we start our lesson...

...I'll introduce this school's founder.

He's Gus Budiman. And there's also Mr. Umar, his assistant.

- Hello. - Hello.

I thought he's still young, turns out he's that old.

Don't look at Gus Budiman, just look at his assistant. So handsome.

Peace be upon you.

And peace be upon you too.

Welcome to Pesantren Impian.

I'm glad you're all here.

Every year, we recruit girl students...

...based on our volunteers' observation.

And then we choose only 25 girls for each year.

Usually, there are only 10-15 girls who accept our invitation.

So, congratulations.

Why did you decide to establish this school?

"The best of men is the most beneficial to human beings."

Yeah?

But why do you choose problematic girls like us?

You have a very important role in this.

Aren't you going to be a mother someday?

A mother is a very noble role in Islam.

She has the same right to repent, to reach her dream.

To have a second chance.

That's why I call this Pesantren Impian .

Your job here isn't only to study and to worship God...

...but also to meet each other.

Remember, sisterhood and kinship amongst you...

...they have to be tightened.

It's not easy, I know.

But I'm sure you'll be able to get through it.

When you get out of here...

...you'll be the closest human being to God.

If God permits.

Before becoming an actress, I went through frustration, depression.

I even cut myself.

I didn't have the intention to kill myself, I just wanna be dead.

- And now? - Thank God, I'm happy now.

Thank God. Thank you for sharing your past with us.

- Next? - Ma'am...

Maybe Sissy wanna share something.

Sissy?

Maybe you wanna share about your past?

My past.

Share the story when you often checked in to a fancy hotel.

When you were a mistress of an elderly man.

- Hotel? - Hotel Crystal.

You're Marsha's friend, aren't you?

You mean Sri?

Hey! Which story of mine would you like to hear?

- When I became a prostitute or... - What's with that yelling?

Don't you know my knife's missing? I won't cook! I don't care!

Enough!

Calm down. We're a family now.

- Ma'am. - Yes, Tanti?

When we're taken from this world, when death's coming...

...does it hurt?

Sri: online prostitute

It's you, Tanti.

Are you coming from the prayer's room?

Thank God.

Tanti, you can be clean. I'm sure of it.

Don't be tempted again, okay?

Amen.

- What do you want? - I'm just curious about you.

I feel like I've met you somewhere.

Are you joking? I'm a celebrity. You can see my face everywhere.

Please.

Death Hole

Sissy?