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Give me some salt.

- Afternoon, Chef! - Afternoon, Chef!

You.

Yes, Chef?

- How many fingers is this? - Two, Chef.

- Two, right? - Yes, two.

So, you're not fucking blind!

Then, what the hell is this?

Clean this shit thoroughly!

And this one too!

Yes, Chef.

Change this one.

This one.

What the hell is this?

- Sorry, Chef! - Can't you do it right?

- Yes, Chef! - Throw this one out!

Make it from scratch!

- And clean it beforehand! - Yes, Chef.

Let me try.

- Add this. - Yes, Chef.

Hurry up!

The guests are waiting!

- Come on, hurry up! - Yes, Chef!

Is this the best you can do as the top graduates?

Come on, hurry up!

Uci. From Miss Dinda.

- Okay, Chef. - Okay.

SHRIMP PASTE - GRADE A

Bring me the sauce, Chef!

Here it is, Chef.

What the hell is that?

Local fusion sauce that Miss Dinda requested, Chef.

- Using shrimp paste. - Shrimp paste?

You idiot!

I prepared it for months and you put shrimp paste on?

What the hell are you thinking?

Only perfection comes from this kitchen.

Don't you understand?

- Sorry, Chef! - This is not her fault, Chef.

Do not interfere!

Dinda asked for an additional sauce

for the guests who prefer local dishes.

Try it, then.

Try it!

Does it taste good?

Spit it out!

You're my Sous-chef,

got it?

Don't be a smartass and interfere with my business.

Chef.

Now, I'd like to ask you.

Who's your head chef? Me or Dinda?

- Chef Ressa. - Who?

- Chef Ressa. - Now you know!

Take off your apron!

Now!

Put it down!

Leave my kitchen!

Now! And don't you dare to come back!

- Yes, Chef. - What a smarty-pants!

All-hands come here!

Quickly!

Everybody listen!

For one last time,

Maharasa only gives the guests

véra Cucina Italiana, the real Italian taste.

- Understand? - Yes, Chef!

Pasta is our speciality.

There's no shrimp paste, coriander, or anything like that!

Tell them to go to a Wartega roadside stall

if they want to eat something local.

- Understand? - Yes, Chef.

Freaking idiots!

Take five! Go away!

Ossobuco from Maharasa.

Wow.

Okay.

Very delicious!

Amazing!

Hey.

We're at a party.

Okay then, everybody hungry?

Let's eat now!

Magnificent.

Amazing food

and extraordinary performance.

You are truly...

a genius!

Thank you, Sir.

How can you make that pasta

so satisfying and flavourful?

We import the spices from Gragnano, Sir.

The city where my Papa was born.

A city that is crazy about pasta.

That's right.

Hi, Dad.

Sorry, I'm late. The shooting went longer than we expected.

- Hi. - Hi.

My love!

You're late.

You didn't witness

your boyfriend's magnificent performance.

He must've been amazing, right?

Then, you agree to invest in his restaurant in Italy?

Alright.

- Come to my house tomorrow. - Yes, Sir.

I will be waiting for you at my house.

Okay, Sir.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Bye-bye, Darling.

One more step and my dream will come true.

You're amazing.

Because you're always here with me.

Have you eaten?

Not yet. I'm famished.

Okay, sit down. I'll bring you some food.

PANGAN NUSANTARA PERKASA GROUP COMMERCIAL INVOICE

GINGER, CLOVE, ANDALIMAN, CORIANDER.

Excuse me, Sir.

Mr. Ressa is already here.

So,

I need to sign this document tonight, right?

Yes, Sir.

This is for

100 containers that will be shipped to the USA, right?

Yes, Sir.

Okay.

Excuse me, Sir.

Please come in, Mr. Ressa.

Mr. Broto.

Are all these authentic?

All of these?

Of course they are!

Are you doubting me?

That is...

a photo of Dinda's brothers, right?

At first...

I thought I would only have two sons...

even though I wanted a daughter.

But when I was 50 years old...

God finally answered my prayers.

Dinda was born.

So...

I would like to ask you.

Are you truly...

in love with...

my youngest child?

Truly, Sir.

Then,

All of this...

is worth billions.

And I will give it...

to Dinda.

Including this one.

Have a seat.

I will give this to Dinda.

You have to learn it thoroughly.

Mustika Rasa - The Taste of Flavour.

Mustika Rasa is full of...

Indonesian authentic food recipes.

The legacy of Soekarno.

There are 1000 recipes in here.

There are 945 more, but it's still a mystery.

1000?

Yes.

And you need to know, Ressa.

Indonesia is very rich in natural resources.

One of them is culinary.

Culinary is like...

the art of persuasion through the tongue.

That's why the founding fathers...

thought that we could use culinary...

as our political tool.

Gastronomy diplomacy.

Diplomacy through the stomach.

What's wrong with you?

Ah, I see. So, Dinda is not lying.

You will feel queasy...

when we're talking about Indonesian food.

So that's why...

when I asked Dinda to make a shrimp paste sauce...

it was nowhere to be seen.

I'm sorry, Sir.

I thought...

you could use Mustika Rasa as reference.

But it's a pity that...

our beloved Chef...

is feeling nausea if we're talking about Indonesian food.

About the test food.

You could just send me the sample...

on Monday morning and make a new menu...

from the references that I give you.

If you're not sure...

then we should cancel...

the expansion plan to Italy.

That's the door.

Please...

leave my office now.

I'll deliver it on Monday, Sir.

Thank you.

I feel bad about how I left things with your Dad.

He's quite the nationalist.

You are overthinking.

Don't over think it.

Alright.

You're the only one who can make me calm.

Dinda.

I couldn't come tonight, is that alright?

It's okay.

Let's celebrate our anniversary tomorrow, okay?

Alright.

See you.

Chef, can I have your authograph?

Sure.

Are you going to surprise your girlfriend?

My soon-to-be wife.

Thank you, Chef.

- Here it is. - All set?

All set.

- Thank you. - Okay.

You bastard!

- You bastard! - Ressa!

Stop! Ressa, Alex, stop!

Fuck you!

Ressa, Alex, stop!

I can't believe it!

You're cheating on our anniversary.

- I... I... - She's mine now.

I didn't talk to you, you fucker!

A self-proclaimed Chef,

who can't even distinguish spices. Idiot!

At least

I never feel nauseous or throw up...

because of Indonesian food.

How long are you going to hide your weakness?

Listen, Chef.

How can you create perfection from your kitchen...

if you have a handicap?

And have a shit personality!

Fuck you! Bastard!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Enough!

Papa asked Alex to handle the new concept of Maharasa.

The localized one.

The one that is more Indonesian.

I'm sorry, Ressa.

But Papa has made his decision,

and I respect it.

By not respecting my decision?

Be happy you two.

- Your mother is a prostitute! - She's a slut!

Slut!

Open your mouth!

Where am I?

You've had an accident

and have been unconscious for four days.

You have to rest now.

Four days?

No way.

I have a food test.

You can eat it first,

after that drink this medicine.

I put the medicine in here.

THE DRIVER OF THE CRASHED MINI COOPER...

ALLEGEDLY IS A CELEBRITY CHEF. AND HE WAS SENT TO THE NEAREST HOSPITAL.

I'm sorry, Sir.

It's hospital food, of course it's not delicious.

What are you doing here?

I brought your favorite pasta.

I also want to talk about your dream.

I know...

that Maharasa is not in your hands now,

but I asked Papa to still invest in your restaurant.

He agrees, Ressa.

He wants to give you more time.

We will have the food test...

seven days after you're discharged.

I believe that...

you could invent an amazing dish...

by combining the Italian and Indonesian food.

You could transform...

a simple dish into something mind-blowing.

Good luck, Ressa.

I can smell the food

if I try to sniff it.

But if I try to eat it...

whether it is salty or sweet...

I can't taste anything.

What happened?

My hypothesis is that...

it could linked...

to stress or trauma.

Let me schedule a meeting

with a psychiatrist.

Or do you have someone in mind?

I have.

Dr. Sanusi.

Alright.

I will call Dr. Sanusi.

It's been five months since the last time we met.

- And now, you're here because... - Doctor.

What's wrong with my body?

Dr. Bambang said it could be...

linked to some trauma.

Okay, I know that...

I can't smell local spices...

because they bullied me

by forcing me to swallow a shrimp paste.

But now, I can't even taste anything!

The good news is...

Dr. Bambang said that

there's nothing wrong with your tongue. All clear.

But the bad news is I cant taste anything.

Look, Doctor.

I will have a food tasting.

A very important event for me,

for my career, for my dreams.

Please give me

a medicine that could heal me

in an instant.

Alright, Doctor?

Do not bring up that "make peace with your past," agenda.

I didn't say anything.

You always say that.

Okay.

When will the food tasting be held?

Next week.

You have enough time to go to Magelang, then.

Eh, Ressa.

What's the name of your childhood friend?

Tika, right?

Maybe you could heal your taste buds

by meeting her.

There should be another way, Doctor.

Ressa.

Listen. Let say you're a building,

you're a beautiful skyscraper.

But you don't have a sturdy foundation.

So, the building could collapse anytime.

Then, how can you make a good plan for the future?

Here.

To relieve your stress.

Thank you, Doctor.

I will excuse myself.

Please consider my advice.

Thank you.

I can't believe it!

You're cheating on our anniversary!

She's mine now.

Papa asked Alex to handle the new concept of Maharasa.

The localized one.

The one that is more Indonesian.

Good morning Indonesia!

You're back with me, Rahma Salsa.

Today, I'm going to invite you to...

Maybe you could heal your taste buds by meeting her.

...Sindoro hillside.

Are you ready to start your journey with me?

And here is our Magelang special episode.

Come here with me.

I'll teach you.

Cut it like this.

Try it.

Smart boy.

Open your mouth!

Open your mouth!

Go away!

Go away!

Go away!

Rosso!

Are you okay?

Here, put it on your tongue.

It will help.

BINANGUN PHARMACY

Thank you.

Your monthly security fees.

I don't have the money, Sir.

I have to use it to pay the interest to my boss.

Do you want me to destroy this place?

Alright, I'll pay you.

- Spare me. - Hey, come here!

Son of a prostitute!

- Prostitute's son! - Don't run!

- You, a prostitute's son! - Come here!

Got you!

Rosso, you're a prostitute's son.

How dare you!

You deserve it!

Here.

Open your mouth! Open it!

Rosso Surosso!

Finally you're back.

You're so handsome now!

You smell nice.

You're Rosso Surosso, right?

No, you're mistaken.

How can I be?

I'm Tarjo. Do I look very different now?

We're still the same, though.

Take off your sunglasses.

So you can see me clearly.

Is your prostitute mother in Jakarta already gone?

Is that why you're back?

Alumni of prostitutes are back!

I could even smell sperm on the sunglasses.

Let's go.

Everyone, the prostitute's son is back!

What a nice thing to see.

What's wrong with you?

Fuck you!

Bastard!

Mind your own business, Tika!

You never stop!

Mind your own business, Tika!

Damn you, Tika.

Just give up!

Give up!

Alright, Tika!

Tika, stop!

Let's go!

Come on.

Damn you.

Tika.

Just go back.

I don't know you anymore.

Have you called Tika?

I have.

Why is she so slow?

Gareng! Help me!

Alright.

She brings so many things.

Tika, why are the vegetables not fresh?

The tomatos are crushed!

Because of Tarjo.

Tarjo the thug?

So that's why you're late.

Ah, that's right.

It's the time they ask for money from the shop.

What's wrong with your hands?

Did you fight with them?

A little bit.

A lady shouldn't be fighting.

The coriander please.

A lady should cook.

Work hard, so you can have a lot of money.

I'm tired of cooking.

You always have an answer.

- Here, thank you. - You're welcome.

GRANDMA WONGSO RESTAURANT

Why are they not open yet?

They're not open yet.

Where are you from?

Jogja, Sir.

Jogja? That's far!

Yes, we set off early,

so we can grab a seat here.

People said the Mangut they serve is very delicious.

That's right.

If you're cooking from the heart, the food will be delicious.

Am I right, Gareng?

Sis.

Pass me the lemongrass and the lime leaves.

Welcome!

Come on.

No need to worry!

We made a big portion for everyone.

Please come in.

Let's go in.

Come in, come in.

What about the drinks?

- Ice tea. - Then it will be Rp27.000.

Done, right?

Rp27.000, right?

The change amount is...

Wait a moment. Here's the change.

- I'm going back. - Take care.

Okay.

Send my regards to Grandma.

Okay.

- Tika. - What do you want?

I need to talk to you.

I don't want to. Give it back!

- Just talk for a moment. - Give my key back!

Give it back!

I'll give it back to you once we're talking.

Oh, my...

Tika!

Let's talk for a while, okay?

Okay?

Who is it?

I don't know either.

Here's your drink.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's okay if we go home,

right?

It's okay.

Just go home.

I'll close the restaurant later.

Everything is okay, right?

- Yes. - Of course! It should be okay!

You force them to be okay!

Alright, Tika.

We'll go.

Take care.

Tika.

I came here to ask you for a favor.

Years of no words

and you come back here for a favor?

I know I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

I know you're angry because I didn't reply to all your letters, right?

You think I don't wanna talk to you

just because of that?

Then,

why are you angry?

Anyway...

for everyone at home,

you may already know that Chef Ressa

- was born in Jakarta. - Right.

But raised in Italy with your father,

- then you came back to Jakarta. - That's right.

- Until today? - Yes, since then I'm staying here.

Okay.

I heard when you and your assistant are talking,

and I think I hear you're talking in...

I know this place is only a small village,

that is full of poor farmers who's fate has always

been played by those rich people from Jakarta.

- Tika. - You're lying to the public.

And the worst thing is...

you're lying to Grandma,

who took care of you all this time.

What are you expecting?

Tell the world that I was adopted?

Is that it?

Tell them that I as a Chef,

I can't smell local spices,

or else I'll throw up?

I don't know!

But I know for sure, you already forgot this place.

Rosso.

For your information,

everyone here is proud of you

because you are a very successful Chef in Jakarta.

Many of them even think that

you became an incredible Chef

because of this restaurant.

You don't know that, do you?

But it is what it is.

It's already in the past.

And now me,

Grandma,

and you,

should continue our lives separately like before.

So, just enjoy this town like many tourists

who come here for healing.

I'm going home.

Tika.

Wait.

I wanna see Grandma.

Bet you will throw up.

Since Grandma's house is full of local spices.

Oh my God!

Your Grandma is in her bedroom with Grandpa Darmo.

- See your Grandma first. - Okay.

Grandma.

Asked her to drink this, Tika.

I already made...

tumeric with garlic...

and a little bit of palm sugar.

Thank you.

Please,

have a seat.

Yes, thank you.

Let's go.

Come on.

Sir.

That man...

He's like a celebrity

He's not an artist, Yu!

He's a Chef.

Ressa, I made...

Tika's favorite food.

Have a try.

Is it tasty?

Very tasty, Grandma!

Eat more, okay.

Rosso.

Rosso Suroso.

What a good name.

Rosso means strength.

It could also mean taste.

And Suroso, it means "enlighten".

Then, if we combine Rosso Suroso...

it means "the strength that is enlightening".

Or taste that is enlightening?

What a smart boy!

Continue eating, Rosso.

- Tika, eat more. - Yes, Grandma.

Really?

How can a Chef be so handsome?

Yes, he's handsome.

He must've taken care of himself well.

You're right.

Look at him.

Young man, I'm sorry.

Are you Chef Ressa...

that we've seen on TV?

That's right, Sir.

The one who likes to throw away...

the untasteful food to the trash bin?

Yes.

Oh my.

Can I ask for a photo?

Sure.

Yu! Take a photo of me and him.

- Photo? - Yeah.

Grandpa Darmo,

why are you here?

I had a bad feeling since the afternoon.

I was thinking about your Grandma.

That's why I'm here.

When I arrived

I heard a loud sound.

- What happened? - I thought there was a thief.

But it turns out your Grandma...

fell near the well.

Rosso.

Grandma?

Rosso.

Smile! One, two, three.

Rosso.

Who's outside?

Why is it so loud outside?

- Done. - Let me look at the photos.

- Let me see. - One more thing,

is it true that...

you're from this town?

He was raised here.

Grandma took care of him.

Rosso. Grandma is looking for you.

- I'm going in first, Sir. - Sure, sure.

- Ma'am. - Go ahead.

Rosso...

I wanna see you, Rosso.

Grandpa.

Rosso.

Grandma.

I'm here. This is Rosso.

Thank God!

You're back now.

I'm home, Grandma.

What's wrong?

Are you gonna throw up?

What's wrong, Rosso?

Grandma.

You shouldn't be nice to him.

He already forgot us.

Is that true?

Ask him yourself.

He doesn't even want to mention this village.

Am I right?

We can't measure whether someone...

remembers us or not by...

how often they call our names.

Our memory is here...

and here.

If he misses us, then he remember us.

Don't force yourself...

if you can't eat this village's food.

Mustika.

Grandma, I can't taste anything.

How come?

A problematic man.

Nausea if you smell local spices.

Loses his taste buds.

I'm not lying, Tika.

Mustika!

Eat this.

Show me if you lost your taste buds.

Oh My God!

What happened to you?

I was in car accident, Grandma.

I was unconscious for days,

but when I woke up,

I had already lost my taste buds.

I can smell everything.

But...

my tongue can't taste anything.

The doctor said...

- it might be caused by... - Stress?

Or unfinished trauma?

Come with me.

Where are we going, Grandma?

Just follow me.

As long as the soul is here,

there's no way the taste buds die.

They're only asleep.

Your chaotic mind caused all of that.

Bring me the water, Tika.

- Here, Grandma. - Here.

Enough.

Drink it.

What is that?

What a fussy man! Just drink it!

You don't wanna be cured?

Drink it.

I can't stand the smell.

Bear with it.

Drink it, Rosso.

Is it done? Finish it!

If you're feeling dizzy,

that means the medicine is working.

Have you cleaned up his room?

Not yet.

He can't stand by himself if he's giddy.

What time is it?

It's 7 o'clock.

I have to go to the restaurant.

Wait up, Tika.

He's already unsteady.

- Help him! - Grandma.

I'm not strong enough to help him!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Slowly.

Put me down here.

Grandma.

Let's eat, Rosso.

Come here.

Grandma.

Here.

Let's eat.

Thank you, Grandma.

For you, Grandma.

Thank you.

Eat up, Rosso, try it.

I'm famished!

Is it nice?

It's delicious!

You already woke up?

You slept like a dead man.

What do you mean? I only slept for an hour.

An hour?

You're dreaming.

I slept for an hour!

Grandma.

Did I sleep for 25 hours?

That means your body needs a total rest.

Are you that stressed in Jakarta?

He's stressed because he lies every day.

Tika!

I'm right, aren't I?

She's not wrong, Grandma.

Ever since I moved to Jakarta,

I started to forget my true self.

My mother, she changed my name...

so I could start a new life,

and also...

forget my childhood trauma.

But I don't know why,

I always strive for the best.

I keep chasing things...

even though no one asked me to.

For me...

that's tiring.

Even just hearing it makes me exhausted.

Tika!

Is that spicy?

Yes.

Didn't you say you lost your taste buds?

That's a quick reaction.

Are you really sick?

Grandma.

I'm cured.

You don't believe in...

my traditional medicine potion, do you?

That's not true, but usually it's not that fast.

Each body reacts to the potion differently.

But, the effect isn't permanent.

You shouldn't feel relief yet.

You might lose your taste buds again

if your mind is still a mess.

The potion only helps you to tone down the problem.

You're the only one who knows...

how to cure it.

But Grandma,

how long will the effect last?

I have to go back to Jakarta,

because I have to do a food tasting.

It will only last for three days.

But I won't stop you if you want to go back to Jakarta.

But I can't do anything,

if you lose your taste buds again.

Your Grandma's potion is a stress reliever.

It's the same thing as the antidepressant

that I gave you before,

but you said...

it doesn't work.

There's no clinical explanation...

but it's a complementary medicine,

or it is called alternative treatment.

I advise you to continue your stay there.

Enjoy the fresh air and the peaceful town.

It might be...

that you not only cure your taste buds,

but also your childhood trauma.

The Mangut, a fish dish with coconut sauce

is completely sold out!

Ma'am, where's the Mangut?

Please, wait a moment.

Alright, alright. Please wait a moment.

Please serve more Mangut.

Tika, hurry up!

I only have two hands!

Oh My God, be careful.

The plaster is there!

Come on, where is it?

- I'm very hungry! - Where is it?

Gareng.

Where is it?

Gareng.

Please wait a moment.

Hurry up, Tika!

Wait!

Let me help you.

No one asked you to come here.

Just let me help you.

Please wait for 30 minutes.

Where is it? We're hungry!

- We waited a long time. - I am hungry!

Everyone calm down.

I'm going to cook Mangut with my own recipe.

Of course,

without changing...

the uniqueness of this place.

Don't try to seek attention.

This is not an Italian restaurant!

Alright, let's have a bet, then.

If the taste is...

not up to this restaurant's standard,

or unsatisfying.

I will pay you Rp100,000.

But if it's on par...

or above your standard,

you're the one who will pay me Rp100,000.

How about that?

- What's going on? - Do we agree?

Agree!

Calm down, Sis.

I will help you.

I put my bet on you!

Come on.

Okay.

Let me cut this one.

You can work on this one.

Please hurry up!

It's still in progress.

Please wait.

Isn't that Chef Ressa?

- Who? - Really?

I'll take a video of him!

Do not film this!

- Go away. - Do not film this.

Be careful. It's still hot. Please get back in the queue.

Please, wait in line so that everyone could get some.

The potion only helps you to tone down the problem.

You're the only one who knows...

how to cure it.

Rosso.

Are you okay, Rosso?

How's the Mangut?

Very delicious!

The taste of this Mangut is different!

It's tastier than the usual.

Did you change the cook?

Of course, she is.

- Still the same person? - Yeah, we're still on the same team.

Everything is so delicious.

Okay, if you want to eat it again,

you can go directly to the buffet.

Of course I will!

Chef! Move, move!

Chef Ressa, Chef Ressa!

Move, move!

Do not film it.

- Chef Ressa, Chef Ressa! - Chef!

It's so cool that...

Chef Ressa cooks for us!

My God! Do not disturb me!

- Chef Ressa! - Stop it.

Chef Ressa.

I admit, I lose.

Gareng.

Yes?

Thank you for your support.

I can use it for a cooperative deposit!

If I want to be a cook here,

where should I send my resume?

Or maybe I could just help around, right?

Have you seen this?

Chef Ressa, Chef Ressa!

It's so cool...

Thank you...

for helping in the restaurant.

And thank you, for letting me cook in your restaurant.

Because of you, we already surpassed our target for this month.

I'm sorry.

I didn't treat you well before.

It's okay.

I deserve it.

I was angry because I was brokenhearted.

You...

who made my heart broken.

I was jealous

when your Aunt came to pick you up.

You had a new mom,

not like me.

Tika.

Who sent that letter?

It's a letter from Rosso, Grandma.

Rosso?

Yes.

I was so happy when you sent me that letter.

I even...

replied right away and told you my stories.

Excuse me, Ma'am.

- Sir. - Excuse me!

But your letter has never come again.

Tika!

Even when I sent you several letters.

When I already forgot about you,

suddenly you're everywhere.

Who is that?

It's Rosso, Grandma.

But...

he changed his name to Ressa Eugino.

I saw you.

I watched all of your shows.

There's something weird in my chest...

everytime I see you.

Grandma told me that...

what I feel is love.

I even collected all of your articles...

just because I loved you dearly.

Chef, me and Nat are hearing some rumours.

Many people say that...

you dislike local food and spices.

Is that true?

As a chef,

you're quite discriminating, aren't you?

- Yeah, how come you do that - No, it's not like that.

My speciality is Italian food,

which comes from my heritage.

Anyway, for everyone at home,

you may already know that...

Chef Ressa was born in Jakarta.

Right.

But you were raised in Italy with your father,

- then you came back to Jakarta. - That's right.

- Until today? - Yes, since then I've been staying here.

Okay.

I think I heard when...

Why did Rosso say that?

I know Rosso very well,

and I'm sure he's not the Rosso we know.

I felt the jealousy that I felt before,

and it started to become hatred.

Since then, I never wanted to know you again.

I erased you from my life.

I'm sorry, Tika.

What happened?

What happened with Maharasa?

The food is unsatisfactory...

yet it's overpriced, Sir.

But we use Mustika Rasa recipes!

It is supposed to be more than just satisfactory.

This is not about Mustika Rasa, Sir.

Then what's wrong?

The food doesn't rely on the recipe, Sir.

And?

It relies on the Chef himself.

What's wrong with our Chef?

I think you should...

take a closer look at the Chef.

Dinda!

Papa!

Go home,

Now!

Katherine.

Drive her home.

Mr. Broto.

This is Mangut developed from Chef Alex's recipe.

Sir, I'm the executive chef,

I should be the one who cooks it.

If you're the Executive Chef,

you're supposed to be in the kitchen.

Not in my office.

Now, I understand...

why Maharasa is struggling.

- Out! - But, Sir, I think...

- Out! - But, Sir! But, Sir!

Out!

Sorry to interrupt, Sir.

Please, take a look at this.

Grandma Wongso's Restaurant is known as

the hotest place in Magelang.

You guys must be familiar...

with this person, right?

Hello, good afternoon, Chef.

Hello.

We're very curious, Chef. Why exactly...

- Ressa? - are you here?

To tell you the truth,

I've been lying for a long time.

I've told everyone that I was born in Jakarta,

but it's not true.

I was born in this village,

and I was raised by Grandma Wongso...

until I was eight years old.

Then I moved to Jakarta when I was adopted.

But now, I'm back...

and would like to dedicate myself here.

So, I can...

help Tika...

and Grandma Wongso.

Okay. Alright, Tika, could you please tell us...

where did you get the recipes for the menu?

Actually...

All the recipes are Grandma Wongso's,

since she collected many recipes...

from Indonesia.

Which makes us drool, right?

Okay, thank you.

Grandma.

Try this one.

Okay.

Is it nice?

How is it?

Of course it is.

But my tongue can't eat this type of noodle.

I would love to...

add spices that were made by your Grandpa.

I could make you a new one,

if you want.

Do you want it too?

There's no need.

I'm happy to see you both get along.

You know...

A week ago, your Grandpa...

came to my dream.

- Grandpa Darsono? - Yes.

Your Grandpa asked...

why did I...

I forget and leave Rosso behind.

Forget about me?

How come he knows Rosso?

That's what I thought.

Because of that,

I fell near the well.

No need to think about it.

Let's go, come with me.

I will finish it later.

Where are we going?

- Let's go. - Yes.

Let me help you.

Be careful, Grandma.

Isn't this...

Isn't this the road to Alas Kiwo?

The haunted forest, right?

Your Grandpa Darsono was buried here, Tika.

He was buried along with the other victims.

They were accused of being communist...

that's why they were brutally murdered.

That's why this place is called Alas Kiwo, "The left hill".

The hill where...

people from the left-wing are buried.

So,

this place is really haunted?

They deliberately said...

that this forest was haunted.

So, no one comes here to pray for their family.

Your Grandpa was accused of being a communist...

by people who hated him.

That's cruel.

That's what happens...

when you're too fanatic with political parties.

Innocent people become victims.

But, why did...

Grandpa Darsono call me in your dream?

He wants to

give you and Tika something.

What is it?

A very confidential and important thing that mustn't fall into anyone's hands.

One day, we had guests in our house.

They said the President sent them.

Darsono, - I'm Major Bonar.

Captain Atmo.

Darsono.

Lieutnant Ismet.

Darsono.

We're here because...

Here, Sir.

STATEMENT LETTER

Mr. President appointed you.

- Please, have a bite. - This is it.

Thank you.

Please, dig in.

While eating Mangut,

they asked your Grandpa to join their project.

You use your own technique to cook this!

No, I didn't. I cook like everyone else.

I understand why Mr. President chose you.

Along with 17 culturalists

and eight soldiers,

your Grandpa went to see Mr. President,

and he ordered them to...

collect 1945 food recipes...

from every city in Indonesia.

And that document is called Mustika Rasa

Tujuh belas Culturalists,

eight soldiers,

1945 recipes.

Our independence day.

That's why Mustika Rasa...

became an important project that everyone protected.

What about the other 945 recipes?

That year, there was an uproar in our country,

thus, they haven't been recorded yet.

On 30 September 1965 in the morning,

there was a coup in Lubang Buaya...

that was planned by the Communist Parties...

which resulted in seven high-ranking soldiers dying.

Since then, the members of communist parties and those related,

were captured and murdered.

Put it quickly. Leave it.

You should save yourself.

Alright, Sir.

Where are you going Ismet?

Don't you dare take Mustika Rasa...

out of this office.

Our country is in jeopardy.

You have to save yourself.

This is the key to our house.

There's a safe at the back of the house...

where I put all of our country's confidential documents.

It's in the spices warehouse.

Protect these documents for me,

and never give it to anyone.

I can entrust this to no one but you.

After Ketut Arsa arrives,

we will follow you.

That day was the last time I saw your Grandpa.

Not long after,

I heard that...

your Grandpa was killed in Alas Kiwo.

This warehouse

used to be Japan's weapons warehouse.

Then your Grandpa...

turned it into his office.

And then?

Come in.

Be careful, it's quite dark in here.

Let me turn on the lamp.

Careful, Grandma.

Come here.

Here it is. Take out that briefcase under the table.

Here it is.

INDEPENDENCE!

This is the rest of Mustika Rasa's recipes.

Let me see.

Both of you have to look after it.

Why does it have to be both of us?

Because both of you are the inheritors of Mustika Rasa.

But I'm not Grandpa Darsono's descendant, like Tika.

Here.

The man in the middle was...

Ketut Arsa.

He was my husband's best friend,

a gastronome and a Chef.

He was your biological Grandpa.

There is his blood in you.

That's why it didn't surprise me...

when you become a wonderful chef.

He had the same fate as Grandpa Darsono.

He was killed and left two daughters behind.

And one of them is your mom.

Grandma.

Are these the 17 Mustika Rasa culturalists?

Is this him, Grandma?

Along with Ir. Soekarno?

Deep down I know my mother didn't abandon me.

Your mom is Tika's mother's best friend,

so, I know her.

Grandma.

Is this my mother?

That's right.

This is your mom,

and this is Evi, Rosso's mother.

She looks like my adopted mother, Eva.

Many people mistake them for twins.

Evi is like your Grandpa,

she has strong principles.

Where are they now?

They are on the missing people list.

LOOKING FOR PEOPLE WHO GET ABDUCTED!

THE REASONS FOR THE CLOSURE OF PRODUCTION ARE NAMED!

IS THIS RELATED TO THE BANKRUPTCY OF THE COMPANY?

Until today,

we don't know where they are.

THE MISSING PEOPLE.

THE MERGER OF TWO WORLD UNIVERSITIES WAS SUCCESSFUL. THIS IS A NEW ROUND.

Without me realizing it...

I lost Ratih because of Jakarta's political situation.

Mother...

We're in danger.

I need to run and hide.

Please take care of Tika.

I'll pick her up

once the situation is safe.

I'm sorry.

Two days later,

Evi gave you to Grandpa Darmo.

She followed Ratih.

She said that...

later on, either she or her sister...

will pick Rosso up.

Please take care of this legacy.

Never hand this to other people.

Especially these two soldiers.

This is a stress ball from my doctor.

My stress-reliever.

I didn't expect that...

my healing would be like this.

At least,

now you know where you come from.

My taste buds are healed.

I've overcome my trauma.

But the most important thing,

I have my friend back.

So, you don't need these now?

And what's next?

I don't know.

You wouldn't be here if you hadn't lost your taste buds.

That's true.

Successfully ran my food test...

and had a restaurant in Gragnano.

Why don't you do it now?

Actually, that's my father's dream.

It's his childhood dream...

to have a restaurant in his hometown.

When he died,

I promised him...

I'd make his dream come true.

That's how it is.

You can make it happen.

I'm sure of it.

It's not that easy.

Now I know who I am.

Who my parents are, my Grandpa.

Your life is not here, Rosso.

I couldn't leave you behind,

especially with that huge bequest!

It shouldn't be your concern, don't you think?

How can I possibly carry out my Father's dream in peace?

How can I?

It won't be possible, unless...

Unless I accompany you?

I can't do that.

- Now way. I can't do that. - Tika.

Why?

Why can't you?

Can't you see it?

My life is here.

I can't leave Grandma behind.

- I didn't ask you to leave her. - Then?

Then what?

- Maybe I'll move... - No.

You'll move?

You'll move here permanently?

Don't be ridiculous!

Is it wrong that I wanna stay with you?

I will leave everything behind.

You're the one who said it.

You said it is love.

Yes, Gareng?

What?

By whom?

They seem scary.

Sis.

Tarjo forced us to open because there's a VIP.

Who are they?

I don't know, I've never seen them.

Mr. Broto.

Ressa!

Where have you been?

I've been waiting for the food tasting

but you're nowhere to be seen.

How could you know that I'm here?

This restaurant...

went viral.

The show is talking about your specialty.

Mangut.

I see you there, and here I am.

So, if it possible...

can I try the Mangut?

I apologize in advance.

I'm Tika.

Subroto, you can call me Broto.

Our restaurant is closed for today,

you can come back tomorrow.

I'll pay extra...

so you can buy all the ingredients that you need.

Here's the money.

Please take it.

So, can I try the Mangut?

Sir, this is not about the money...

We have all the ingredients,

we will cook it for you.

- You have all the ingredients, right? - Yes, we do have it all.

Come on Tika, let's cook.

Miss.

Please...

cook the Mangut for me.

Please?

We got a lot of money, Gareng.

Careful.

How much will I get?

I'll give you ten percent as usual.

Eleven percent.

I'll give you 15%.

That's good!

Let's start cooking!

Only think about money.

- Help me, Sister! - What is it?

- The catfish! - Okay, I'll help you.

I'd like to...

apologize...

on behalf of my daughter.

And as I offer my apologies,

I'll help you and invest...

in your restaurant in Italy.

You can tell me,

when and where you wanna build it.

We will build it together.

Okay?

May I think about it first?

The smell is very appetizing.

Give me the plate.

Let's eat!

Woah!

This is so delicious!

The last time I at this kind of incredible Mangut...

was 55 years ago.

Even my tongue couldn't forget the taste of it.

I might be wrong but...

you cook...

the Mangut by...

curing the fish with candlenut wood.

Do you know about curing the fish with candlenut wood?

Of course, I know.

Aren't I amazing?

You're incredible, Tika.

The cooking technique

that you're using is very unique.

Everyone should know the special food that...

is made by this unique technique.

So, if you want to expand this restaurant,

please, do not hesitate...

to call me.

Give me that. Here is my name card.

Here.

Your restaurant is very special...

and every person in Indonesia has to know.

PRESIDENTIAL SPECIAL STAFF

Mr. Broto knows about curing with candlenut wood.

How come he knows that?

He's one of the President's advisors,

who's concerned about Indonesian food.

It's a no-brainer that he knows a lot about that.

My Grandpa made that curing method...

only for the family.

There's no way he knows that.

I'm sure he knows my Grandpa.

What if...

he is one of the soldiers in that photo?

Let's see.

No one resembles him,

I don't think he was one of them.

Here, you can check it thoroughly.

I will drive.

We need to talk to Grandma about Mr. Broto.

I'll go home first.

Okay, be careful.

May peace be upon you.

Grandma?

Grandma!

Grandma!

Mrs. Sunarti suffered from anoxia brain injury...

because of the lack of oxygen in her brain.

This can occur in situations like stroke,

traumatic incident,

choking out or overdose.

We'll try our best.

Thank you.

Grandma.

Please wake up, Grandma.

Let's eat the spaghetti that Rosso made again.

Let's...

visit Grandpa Darsono's grave together again.

I have a lot of questions regarding Mustika Rasa.

You have to answer them all.

Grandma, please wake up.

So, your Grandma already...

told you about the recipe documents?

Why can't you...

give that up?

Those cursed documents...

already have...

many casualties.

Why did you say that, Grandpa?

Mustika Rasa is a curse, Tika.

It is a curse for my family,

my brother,

your Grandma and her kids.

Including your mother.

Everyone becomes the victims.

The first time I heard about Mustika Rasa...

a project that my brother was proud of,

I was only 12 years old.

Darsono and your Grandpa, Ketut Arsa...

were talking very seriously.

The President asked them to hide several numbers that...

I didn't know what it was for.

But, it turns out...

that those numbers are coordinates of a treasure location

that is hidden randomly on

the rest of the 945 pages of Mustika Rasa.

Your Grandpa, Ressa,

he wasn't sure about this action,

he thinks that those numbers should be placed in a safer place.

But my brother, Darsono, said that

there will be turmoil on the military base.

Thus, these maps should be put in unexpected places.

This is a conspiracy, Darsono.

This is a duty from our country, Ketut.

A treasure map?

That's right.

The location of the biggest mine in the world.

Bigger than the gold mine in Mimika, Central Papua.

If we're talking about the value, how much would it be?

If the gold mine was found,

Indonesia would be the richest country in the world.

That's why everyone is looking for that document.

People who have those documents...

will get cursed, including both of you.

Then, what should we do?

I think...

just give it back to the government.

I heard that General Subroto came to your restaurant.

You could give it to him,

as he's one of the President's advisors.

That's true.

I think we should give him the documents. Don't you agree?

No.

I can't make a decision...

before discussing it with Grandma first.

Look at your Grandma's condition, Tika.

- Let's eat first. - Yes.

Delicious.

In my opinion,

only the government has the right to keep the document.

The responsibility is too extensive,

don't you think so?

But,

if it's that massive...

why did the President entrust it to Grandpa?

Why didn't he give it to Bonar or Atmo?

Rosso!

Dinda.

I... I didn't come here because Papa asked me to.

Can we go inside to talk?

Rosso.

I'll go to the kitchen for a bit.

I'm here to prevent things before it's too late.

You're a good man, Ressa.

I now realize that I was stupid

and got fooled by Papa and Alex.

If you're here because of that incident, I'm alr...

Please, listen to me first, Ressa.

Alright.

Papa already planned this.

Alex and I were having an affair,

but I never gave him an access card.

Papa is the one who gave it to him.

Dinda...

It's enough, Din. Please.

I'm sorry Ressa.

Please, stop having contact with my Dad.

What do you mean?

Papa must have tried to convince you...

about the restaurant in Gragnano, right?

He also offered Tika to expand her restaurant.

It is all his ploy, Ressa.

A ploy to snatch Mustika Rasa from you and Tika.

How do you know about Mustika Rasa?

Papa is obsessed with Mustika Rasa.

I heard that...

the President...

is banning the import of rice.

That policy is interrupting our business.

Finding...

the rest of Mustika Rasa is our only way.

Because inside those documents,

there's a treasure map...

that is worth an incalculable amount.

Understand?

Yes, Sir.

We'll look for it.

Papa knows both of you are related

to Mustika Rasa because of your Mangut.

Who's your father?

He's Major Bonar,

isn't he?

He's not.

I'm Captain Atmojo.

Subroto Sastro Atmojo.

Then, I changed it into...

Subroto Mangku Projo.

That's the name you're familiar with, right?

Don't you dare...

bring Mustika Rasa out of this office.

Ismet.

Hurry up! We have to go out now.

- What about the money, Sir? - It's in the car.

- Quick. - Alright, Sir.

Bastard!

Where's the rest?

Darsono, you bastard!

Papa!

Thank you Dinda...

for doing your part very well.

You said you're not here because your Papa asked you.

I'm not!

Liar!

Take her to the car.

Papa!

Let me go!

Papa!

Ressa, Tika, run!

Let me go, Papa.

Slut's son, where are you going?

Run, Tika!

Hey!

Get him.

Rosso!

Bastard! I'll kill you!

Tarjo!

Shut up, Tika!

Narti, Narti.

You're very clever...

at keeping Darsono's stuff.

The documents that you're looking for...

are buried with my Grandpa in Alas Kiwo.

You can't fool me, I know it's not true.

I dug up the grave in Alas Kiwo, Tika.

The deeper I dug,

I found nothing other than the bones of Communist Party members.

There's no Mustika Rasa document.

How much did he pay you?

To the point that you betray your own family?

I want to save our family, Tika!

Especially you and your Grandma.

Mustika Rasa is cursed.

It's better to give it to Mr. Broto.

No way!

What?

Too much drama.

Broto, you bastard!

Shut up!

Evil General!

I'll kill your boyfriend...

if you keep silent.

Where did you hide it?

Where?

Where did you hide that document?

I'll count to three,

then I'll blow your boyfriend's head off.

One!

- Two! - Don't!

- Thre... - The spices store room!

What?

The spices store room.

The spices store room!

Thank you!

Rosso!

There's no need to be dramatic, just give it to us!

Come on!

Where is it?

Why are you standing still? Hurry up!

Tika!

Where's that document?

Do not prolong it!

I'll kill your boyfriend if you keep slowing us down!

Lead us, Tika!

Why did you open that jar?

Where is it exactly?

Darsono, Darsono!

Lead the way, Tika!

Darsono, what a clever man!

Wow.

It's just like this.

Hurry up!

Where?

What a slow person!

Search it!

Got it?

Where do you keep the documents?

Where is it?

Wait, Sir.

Here it is!

Open it up!

You Moron!

Give it to her! She knows the code!

Go on.

Open it!

Open it!

Amazing.

DIRECTIONS

CLEAN THE BEANS

Darsono,

you're a genius!

Katherine, keep it!

Yes, Sir.

Sir. Is that all, Sir?

Where's the gold?

Alex!

Tika!

Pa, please, Pa.

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Dinda!

Do not move!

Put down your gun!

Tika, wake up!

Wake up, Tika!

Tika!

Good morning, Sir.

Good morning, Katherine.

These are the Mustika Rasa documents.

Thank you.

Yes, Sir. Please, I'll excuse myself.

Ah, right!

Please inform Ressa that...

Mr. President will come

to his restaurant's grand opening to show his gratitude since...

he returned these very important and confidential documents.

Yes, Sir.

I'll inform them.

Please excuse me.

Go ahead.

Here it is...

the Indonesian fusion pasta.

Please enjoy it.

Please eat.

Woah...

- Are you okay, Grandma? - I'm fine.

Do you feel uncomfortable?

I'm okay.

Here it is, Grandma.

Try it.

I want to try it.

Is there any left?

Yes.

- There is a lot more. - Okay.

I can see from the presentation that it will taste good.

Let me try it.

How is it?

It is delicious!

Thank you, Grandma.

Both of you deserve this.

Take good care of it, okay?

Of course, Grandma.

Tika, Ressa.

Mr. President is very sorry that he couldn't attend...

because he has to go to Papua to inaugurate the toll road.

But he sends you a video.

On behalf of this country,

I'd like to thank...

Chef Ressa and Chef Tika,

who were brave enough to protect

our country's confidential documents.

Here's your drink, Sir.

Sir, may I come to the Rahasia Rasa cafe?