My Annoying Brother

All right, everyone, wherever you are.

We are about to witness a judo match between Indonesia and Vietnam.

Here he comes, Kemal Solihin, Indonesia's national judoka.

This match will be really exciting, Andini.

We're about to see our pride, judoka Kemal Solihin, in action.

- Meeting his formidable rival. - You're Riyana's man?

Jay, right? Here's the package.

The guest is already upstairs.

Wait, I'll drop you off.

Please come in.

Remember my name?

Bro Jay… Jay!

Over here, bro.

- Where's Riyana? - I'm filling in her place.

Andini and viewers, with the time remaining right now,

the score is still the same,

both judokas are equally strong.

The match is really heating up, everyone.

What an attack from Kemal!

Is it ippon?

Let's watch closely, Andini, for the referee's decision.

- But Nguyen is still holding on. - On hold!

What a shame, Kemal still hasn't secured the ippon yet.

Time is running out. Come on, Kemal!

Bro, the police is here!

Damn!

It seems that Nguyen managed to counter.

- This is bad for Kemal, Mr. Edwin. - Kemal, you can do it!

What are you doing?

- Move a bit. - Move!

We need to be solid! Solid!

Ippon!

Yes, let's see, Andini,

hopefully nothing serious happened to Kemal

and Kemal can get up and fight again.

The trauma caused a retinal detachment,

resulting in the loss of sight.

The patient can perceive light, but his vision is severely blurred.

This condition is unlikely to return to normal.

Kemal Solihin?

He is my only brother.

He is the reason

why I applied for parole.

You must have read my file

that our parents have passed away. And my brother…

My little brother… He is now alone.

There is no place to turn to.

We have no other family to take care of him.

That's why I beg you for help.

To really consider my request for parole.

But if God has a different plan…

What can I do?

Because for Kemal…

there will be no more greetings from the morning sun.

Like a mother's smile to her child.

PAROLE CERTIFICATE

CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION CLASS III KERTAJASA

JAKARTA GREATER AREA

- Why do you stop here? - You only paid 20,000 rupiahs.

My house is nearby!

- If you want to get there, pay more! - Damn you.

- What's with your bike? Broken? - Yes, something's broken.

Just buy a new one.

Why are you spanking your mattress? Is it naughty?

Get the hell out of here!

Watch out, asshole! Are you blind?

Dude?

Damn, your room smells awful!

Do you keep a carcass in here?

Don't you miss me?

Little Monkey.

You're blind, not deaf, right?

Hey.

He's still alive!

What are you doing here?

- Go away! - Are you kicking me out?

- Jaya Solihin! - Was my recommendation not enough?

Stay away from me.

You dare?

Wakey, wakey, Little Monkey!

Get up! Hey, wake up!

How come you're still in your bed this late?

This place is worse than my cell.

So messy.

Do you have anything to eat, Mal?

Mal?

You never wash the dishes, do you?

Why you are so lazy? Gross!

I'm not here to babysit you.

So you better not bother me.

By the way, Mal…

Mal!

Are you going to sleep again?

Do you really have no money?

Unbelievable.

Indonesia's pride, my ass!

You are broke.

Just be patient, okay?

That's life.

PAWN SHOP

Sign here.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sir. One pack of cigarettes, please.

Sir!

Cigarettes, please!

Damn.

How do you open this?

Excuse me.

That's right. How much is it?

- Sir! - Yes?

- One pack. - Okay.

- Here's the change. - Okay.

Thank you.

Give me my cigarettes.

What do you mean?

That one.

It's mine!

What the hell are you talking about?

I paid first!

Asshole!

Bro Jay?

What are you doing?

What the hell?

I'm falling!

You asshole! Stop!

- What? - Stop!

No! It's expensive.

- Who are you? - Who are you?

- You… - Who are you?

Stop running!

I know you!

- No, you don't! - Stay there!

Stop!

- Stop! I'm going to get you. - I'll tell them you're a crook!

- He's a thief! - No, I'm not!

- Go away! - Shut up!

You're blocking my way!

You bastard!

Where are you going?

How dare you! You bastard!

Do you really have to wear the same clothes?

- Stop crying! - I'm not, sir.

- Stop crying! - I'm not.

How dare you! Stay there!

Jump!

- Jump if you dare! - I will!

Jump then!

- Come on! - It's too high.

Stay there!

- Don't move! - Sorry, sir!

I'm not an addict, just a courier.

Turn around. Hurry up.

- Damn. - Sit down.

Okay.

I know who you are.

You're the "Solid" guy, right?

Solid? I'm not. My name is Fauzan.

You don't want to admit?

- You are the mole, right? - No, I'm not.

I'm solid. I'm Fauzan.

You're one of Riyana's guys, right?

No, I'm not.

Admit it.

Do you have her number?

Do you have it?

Give it to me.

- It's in my phone. - Then get it!

- Shut up! - Yes.

Shit.

Oh, my God, the eggplant is wet.

Write it down.

How dare you take my cigarettes? Shouted at me…

- No, sir. - Are you playing games with me?

- Can you please stop? - Bastard.

Here. Sorry.

So sorry.

Don't you ever dare to show up in front of me again!

What the hell is he writing?

Don't pretend that you care!

Go away!

I'm over here.

Go left.

A bit to the side.

Go away!

You're so arrogant. You can't even walk straight.

Mal?

Mal?

Kemal?

Who are you?

Who are you?

- What are you doing here? - This is my house.

Used to be.

Still, I guess.

Kemal? Mal?

Kemal? Mal?

- Mal? - Mal!

Carry him!

Damn, he's so heavy!

Come on, hurry up!

Shit!