The first 200 lines.
-Father! -Dear!
Father!
Father!
I am the Goddess Sumbadra.
I began to experience romance
"My love for Rama is sacred."
"And I am a woman
who will not accept marriage based on wealth."
Layla.
Yes, Mother?
What's wrong?
Pack your things, all right?
We can't stay here anymore.
We'll live with Uncle Ahmadi's family.
Your father still has a lot of debts.
We have to sell many of our things.
Your father owned a lot of shadow puppets. They can be sold at a good price.
Don't, Uncle.
I want to be a dalang like Father, Uncle.
Layla, you're a girl. What do you know about shadow puppets?
Why do you like to fantasize like your father?
In the end, he died beneath the waves.
-No, Uncle! -My hand.
-Don't. -Layla.
Enough.
Just let it go.
Srintil.
She's a female character
in the novel trilogy by Ahmad Tohari.
She's a woman who is strongly against the domination of males
who often decide the future of women.
Now let me ask you.
Who's your Indonesian role model
who inspires you to be like them?
Dela?
Cut Nyak Dhien, ma'am.
Cut Nyak Dhien.
Who else?
-Cut Meutia, ma'am. -Cut Meutia.
Who else?
All right, kids. Today's class is over.
But don't forget your assignment.
You have to list important points
of the trilogy we discussed.
Study the essence and write a summary
about how your role model inspires your daily life.
Okay, may peace and Allah's mercy and blessings be upon you.
-And upon you as well. -And upon you as well.
Winda.
Do you know where Nita is?
She hasn't come to school for three days.
Yes, I haven't seen her lately either.
I'll ask around. Excuse me. May peace be upon you.
And upon you as well.
-Ms. Layla. -Yes?
May I have your autograph?
As a present for my sister in Saudi Arabia.
What's your sister's name?
Ida, ma'am.
Ida, so far in Saudi Arabia.
Give my regards to your sister.
-Yes, ma'am. -And you.
Don't waste your sister's efforts working all the way there, okay?
-Thank you, ma'am. May peace be upon you. -And upon you as well.
-May peace be upon you, Ms. Niken. -And upon you as well.
-Ms. Layla. -Ms. Niken.
How did today's Indonesian language class go?
It went well. And your Math class?
Well, it wasn't bad.
A little progress, thank goodness.
Thank goodness.
Ms. Layla, how's your second novel? Are you done writing it?
No, I'm out of inspiration. Writer's block.
How's your love life? Anything new?
Gosh, why did you suddenly bring that up?
Well, are you still thinking about Ilham?
Goodness, no! Why are we talking about Ilham?
We're both looking for a muse.
Speaking of Ilham,
have you heard any news from him about Azerbaijan?
Oh, that. No, I haven't.
It's only been a month since I applied.
Is that so?
Anyway, just relax. I always pray for you.
I hope in Azerbaijan, you'll meet an Arabian prince.
-Handsome, rich, and successful. -Wow.
He'll have everything. And you'll get married.
-Then you'll have kids… -Are you daydreaming?
I'm praying for good things for you.
Who says Azerbaijan is Arabian?
Azerbaijan is next to Turkey.
What?
Ailin.
-Why are you still here? -Ma'am.
I'm waiting for my husband, Aldi. His motorbike broke down.
Well, I can take you with my bike. You can sit on the back.
What are you saying? She's four months pregnant.
She'll give birth on the way.
I'll go slow.
-Come on. -Don't listen to her.
-Just wait a little longer. -Ms. Layla!
-Ma'am! -What's wrong?
-It's bad, ma'am! -What is it?
Nita sent this picture.
-What is it? -Nita's on the edge of the bridge!
The bridge? What's she doing?
I don't want to be forced to marry someone I don't love, ma'am.
Tell your parents
that you already have someone that you love.
My mother doesn't like Johan, ma'am.
What is it?
-Let's go after her. -Yes, ma'am.
Excuse me, ma'am. I need to go.
Yes.
Nita!
Nita!
Nita!
Nita!
Nita!
Nita?
Nita!
Nita?
Nita!
This can't be!
This is all my fault.
Ms. Layla, it hurts!
Nita!
What are you doing?
I was afraid something terrible happened to you.
I'm mad at you!
Don't you dare to try this again.
Come.
My parents finally approved of my relationship with Johan.
Thank goodness.
That's great.
Then why are you trying to commit suicide?
When I told Johan…
he gave me an invitation.
He's marrying his ex.
She's four months pregnant.
Gosh, that jerk!
Bastard.
Then who am I supposed to marry, ma'am?
What if I become an old spinster like you?
What are you talking about?
Worrying about weddings, about marriage.
You can do a lot of things before marriage.
I better ask my parents to arrange my marriage.
What are you saying?
I've always wanted to get married young.
And go on a honeymoon in Mecca.
On a Hajj pilgrimage.
Wait, after the Hajj pilgrimage, then what?
I need to go, ma'am.
-May peace be upon you. -And upon you as well.
May peace be upon you, Ilham.
And upon you as well, Layla.
Soon you can enjoy the smell of the Caspian Sea.
Don't lie to me.
Why would I lie?
Look here. Addressed to Nur Layla Mashabi.
"Your application has been accepted."
"You will be a guest lecturer here for 2 weeks."
Oh, my, is this for real?
For real, my sister.
Mr. Ambassador has asked me to prepare everything for you here.
-Thank goodness. See you. -See you.
-May peace be upon you. -And upon you as well.
I have a surprise for you.
My application was accepted. I will be a guest lecturer in Azerbaijan.
Azerbaijan, Mother!
Thank goodness.
Gosh.
At last, your dream has come true.
You can finally go abroad.
What's wrong, Mother?
You will be married off to Ibnu Salam.
You're joking, right?
There.
Ibnu has come with his father to propose.
Excuse me, sir.
Ibnu was that kid in school whose sandals I used to hide.
I made him cry.
Yes, but he's changed.
Graduated from a foreign university, rich.
And a candidate for regent.
Child, don't forget.
Mr. Ibnu helped you and your mother a lot.
He paid your tuition.
He also paid your father's debts.
All right?
Come on.
Layla.
Do you know?
I've tried to introduce dozens of girls to Ibnu.
He's not interested.
He wants…
Well…
He only wants you.
Because Layla has been my friend since we were kids.
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