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WHO PUT OUR NAME IN THEIR PRAYERS
POLLINATION AND EDIBLE GARDEN
- Cute! - Really?
It looks just like me!
I love it.
- Thank you. - Anytime.
Qilla!
Where have you been all day?
Hi, Mom.
I was at the studio.
I was working on my assignment for tomorrow.
Nice wristband.
Did you forget to take it off?
Fine, I was at a concert.
Why did you lie to me?
I'm so sorry, Mom.
You told me to focus on my studies to finish early.
You'd scold me if I told you the truth!
Starting tomorrow, I'll be honest. Promise!
Can't you do it now?
Also,
the one who took you to the concert,
who is he?
The one who always takes you home so late
and drops you off by the security post instead of at our home.
Now I understand why
you refuse to have your own car
or have a driver pick you up.
You said a motorbike taxi was faster.
Right?
Turns out you're with this guy...
Arfan.
The orphaned art student who relies on scholarship?
The one who paints and wants to be an artist?
Wait.
Are you spying on me?
Do you know what an artist is like?
Kind, funny, creative,
and fun.
He's got no future.
He's not focused and he's poor!
You can fall in love with any man,
but if he can't provide you comfort
the way I've been trying to give you all your life...
But love isn't just about money.
That's what I thought.
Remember those days
when our family suffered so much
and your father worked hard to rise back up
until he fell ill one day?
And now he's gone.
Love is not enough.
You must live well to enjoy and preserve love.
Arfan is a responsible man.
He's the one for me!
As long as you live in my house,
I get to decide what's best for you.
Mom, I'm not a kid anymore!
I can decide for myself.
You think disobeying me is what's best for you?
I'm not disobeying you!
You hate suffering so much,
it makes you obsessed with wealth
and you take it all out on me!
Aren't you happy with your life?
I am, but I'm happy with Arfan, too.
You know nothing about happiness.
You're wrong.
Do you really love me?
Then marry me.
I marry off and I wed off
Arfan, son of Rusdi, to Aqilla, daughter of Hamka,
with the mahr, jewelry and prayer tools, in cash.
I accept marrying Aqilla, daughter of Hamka,
with the mahr agreed upon.
- Do you approve? - I approve!
MOM, ARFAN AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED TODAY
WE HOPE YOU COME AND GIVE US YOUR BLESSING
WE'LL START AT 10 A.M.
Are you okay taking the stairs every day?
Yeah, it's healthy!
Here we are!
That looks great!
Say "ah".
Later.
Is it good?
CLOSED
- Hello! - Welcome home, hubby!
- Tired? - A little!
Let me help.
How was your day?
- It was okay. - Really?
Anyway, I'm planning to take short semester this year
so I can finish college
and get a decent job
and you can continue your studies.
Okay?
Hold up.
Do you want to take short semester to graduate early
or to see the handsome lecturer?
No way! Nobody is more handsome than you.
What are you talking about?
That's so cheesy!
- But it's true! - Where did you learn that line?
- Sir. - Yeah?
- I want one savory martabak. - Okay.
- With four duck eggs. - Okay.
- I'll be right there. Thanks! - Okay.
- How much? - It's 48,000.
Okay, here you go.
- What's that? - A motorbike accident!
Let's go!
Hurry! He needs help!
No!
Why are you still here?
Call an ambulance now!
Honey, please wake up!
No!
Somebody call an ambulance!
No!
Please wake up.
Miss?
Hello?
Help me...
Aqilla!
- Thank you. - You're welcome, ma'am.
Arif.
Honey.
Here.
Praise God!
God is great
God is great
I bear witness that no God except Allah
I bear witness that no God except Allah
God is great
Are you sure?
My daughter's not ready to be a mother.
She's got so much to achieve.
Arif.
You've worked for me for so long.
Your late father also served my family
until the end of his time.
You're the only one I trust.
Please...
raise...
and take care of my grandson with love,
like your own son.
I'll pay for everything,
his living and education expenses,
but you have to promise me.
Leave Jakarta immediately
and never return.
Mom.
Mom.
Aqilla.
Where's my baby?
Where's my baby?
Your son didn't make it.
He was strangled by his umbilical cord.
No way.
I want to see him.
- He's been buried. - No!
- I'll take you to his grave. - He's not dead!
- You're lying! - Qilla!
Where is he? Let me see him!
No!
No!
He can't be dead.
Listen.
This is karma...
because you've been disobeying me.
Now you have to make up for it.
Once things get better,
I want you to reach your dreams.
Finish your studies in Europe.
Come on, sir!
Come on!
Hurry up!
Stop right here!
Pay him.
- Thank you. - Come on!
- Let's go! - Thank you.
There they are!
Mr. Arif!
- Mom! - Arif!
- Mr. Arif! - Welcome!
- Hi, Mother. - Thank God you're home safely.
Mbok Tun!
Arif, how could you?
Why didn't you tell me your wife was pregnant?
I wanted to surprise you.
- Let me hold him. - Okay.
Come here!
Praise God! What's his name?
Baskara. It means "ray of light".
Greetings, Baskara.
Can't wait to see you grow up into a smart boy
and we can play together!
- I want to play with him too. - Alright, alright.
Shall we go?
- To Kampung Laweyan, please! - Okay.
Here we go.
Thanks, Mbok Tun.
Ms. Yumna lost weight so quickly!
- What's her secret? - Hop in, Mbok!
Well, she's been pulling all-nighters.
Me too, but I've never lost weight.
But you stay up late for snacks.
Arif, when was the last time he was breastfed?
- Yumna can't breastfeed. - He's right.
It's okay. Mbok Tun will make some starch rice.
Got it, ma'am!
Let's go!
Come along!
"Hurry up, Mom."
"Please hurry, I'm cold."
Honey!
- What's up? - His fever isn't going down.
- We'll take him to the doctor. - Okay.
It's okay, baby.
- Ride safely. - I will.
- Take care! - Bye, Mom!
- Mbok. - Ma'am.
Poor kid.
If you were still here,
you'd be one year old today.
โชMa'am...
- Thank you. - Anytime.
Happy Birthday, my dear son.
Tell your dad I miss him.
Happy Birthday, little champ!
You've grown so much!
Make a wish to God.
Dear God, I want Lego like Jordan's or Gema's.
My friends at school have Lego. I want some, too.
- Amen. - Amen!
I'll get you Lego once I get my bonus.
And now...
here's your present!
- Thanks, Dad! - You're welcome, champ!
What's inside?
- You like it? - Yeah!
Come. Give your grandma a kiss.
Happy Birthday, my dearest grandson.
Thanks, Grandma.
Where's my present?
Ta-da!
Open it!
What is it?
A toy plane!
- It's late. We should go now! - Let's go!
Give the toy to Mbok Tun.
- We're leaving. - Take care!
Mom?
Aqilla.
Aqilla?
Mom...
What happened?
Miss, what happened to Mom?
The doctor said...
I can't take it anymore.
Please don't say that! You're going to make it.
Sorry...
Forgive me, Qilla.
What do you mean?
You've sacrificed so much for me!
Your son's still alive.
He's in Solo now.
He's grown into a healthy young boy.
Miss.
That's his business card. The name's Arif.
He's the one who took your son.
But it's been three years
and I...
can't reach him.
He closed the bank account
that I used to send money for your son.
Mom?
You've been lying to me?
So his grave is fake?
You took my son away from me!
Please forgive me, Qilla.
I thought
you'd be much happier that way.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
I don't want to die without telling you the truth.
Qilla.
I don't want to carry this guilt.
Please forgive me.
Mom, how could you?
How could you?
It's okay.
If you won't forgive me,
I understand.
Oh, dear God.
My child!
My poor child!
I forgive you, Mom.
Hollow soybeans are empty
Daddy!
Welcome home, Dad!
Hello!
You stink. Why didn't you take a bath?
- I'm practicing a song. - What song?
All the students will perform it on Parents' Day!
How's the practice going?
No, Grandma can't sing the song!
I'm sorry, but I've never heard of it!
Well, keep practicing then.
Mom, I'm home.
Again, from the top.
There's a jewelry box
The jewelry scatters everywhere
- Honey, I'm home. - Welcome home.
How was work?
What's wrong?
Ms. Halimah passed away.
Cancer.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.
Where did you hear the news?
From an ex-colleague.
He worked for Ms. Halimah as well.
Have you contacted her home?
Yes, but nobody answered.
I tried to reach her cell
and her housekeeper picked up.
What did she say?
The news is true.
And...
her daughter's in Jakarta.
Room 810, eighth floor. Here's your key, miss.
- Thank you. - Enjoy your stay!
Right this way.
You're absolutely right.
Let's eat out.
The new cafeteria serves amazing timlo!
Let's go!
I'll pass.
Oh, come on!
Look, he brought a lunch box again.
You need fresh air or you'll go insane!
We need to save up. My son's in elementary school!
You've only got one kid.
I have loads!
- Let's go! - Later.
What a hassle.
Come on. It's lunchtime.
Good afternoon. How can I help you?
I want to see Mr. Arif.
- Arif? - Arif Nasuha. I have his photo.
I see.
I'll go check.
- May I ask your name? - Aqilla.
Alright, Miss Aqilla. Please wait.
I'm sorry, Miss. Mr. Arif doesn't work here anymore.
Since when?
Since a while ago.
Any info on his new workplace?
No, sorry.
She's in Solo?
Listen to me.
We can't let her see our son.
- Our son? - Yes. Our son, Baskara!
Let's hope she won't come back.
Mr. Arif! Sir!
Why are you avoiding me? Why did you lie to me?
Do I know you?
Oh, please.
You wouldn't run away if you didn't know me.
Why are you here?
Where's my son?
Why did you ask?
He is my son!
But my wife and I raised him.
Please let me see him.
Imagine your heartbreak
when your own son doesn't recognize you.
Excuse me.
Mr. Arif, welcome home!
Close the gate!
But I'm waiting for a package!
- You can wait inside. Hurry! - Alright, alright.
I'm closing it right now.
Excuse me, sir?
- Yes? - Let me ask you something.
- You know where Mr. Arif lives? - There.
- Where? - That one, house number 12.
Thank you, sir.
What happened?
She saw me as I stepped out of the elevator.
- I went back inside, but she caught me! - How come?
I told her to go away.
Yumna!
Yumna, I had no idea that she'd returned.
I told you
not to tell her the truth!
I had no choice.
So you told her Baskara's with us?
- Is she taking him away? - I don't know!
She said she wanted to see her son.
- Our son! - Lower your voice!
Mom and Mbok Tun could hear us.
We'll face it together, okay?
You are his father.
A father should protect his child.
Most importantly,
you should protect your own mother.
What if she finds out
that Baskara's not her real grandson?
God, forgive me!
Why did you lie to me?
Please forgive us.
We thought you wouldn't accept Baskara.
We didn't want to ruin your happiness.
Who is his real parents then?
Remember Ms. Halimah?
Dad's ex-boss.
Baskara is her grandson.
She gave him up to us.
And...
she passed away recently.
What belongs to God shall return to God.
Please forgive me, Mother.
Baskara's mother is here.
She wants to take him away!
Baskara is my grandson.
We'll protect him at all cost.
God, please forgive us!
God, please forgive us!
Okay.
Hop in.
Can I help you?
Mom, who is she?
Baskara.
I can't take you to school today.
- But... - It's okay.
Grandma!
I love you, Grandma!
I love you too, sweetheart.
Hold on tight.
- Peace be upon you. - And be with you.
Bye, miss!
Miss.
Come in.
How dare you.
I just want to see him.
Why are you here?
I want to see my son, ma'am.
The son who's never been with you since birth?
You paint me as a bad person.
Look who's bad here.
He may be your biological son,
but we're the ones who raised him with love!
You see? He's a healthy and happy kid.
He's got a father, a mother,
and me.
Please, just this once.
He's my biological child.
He's my flesh and blood.
I've poured my sweat and tears for him!
Hey.
Please stop coming here.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in earlier.
You're not doing us any favors here.
- I should go. - Wait!
Wait.
Imagine my heartbreak
when I'm not allowed to see my own child
and how devastated I am
because my mother lied to me for years.
I didn't even get the chance to name him.
Baskara.
His name's Baskara.
Baskara.
Are you taking him away?
I just want to see him
and get to know him.
Give us time.
Thank you.
Thank you very much!
Yumna.
Baskara is all she's got.
Have we stolen her only happiness?
Invite her here.
- Peace be upon you. - And be with you.
She's the aunt from yesterday.
You're right.
Baskara, this is Aunt Aqilla.
We haven't met properly.
Aqilla.
I'm Yumna, Baskara's mother.
Come in.
- Here's your tea. - Thank you.
Have your tea.
Today feels like a dream.
Once again.
There's a jewelry box
Not that song again!
I need to learn another one for the performance.
That's the only song I know.
From the top.
There's a jewelry box
The jewelry scatters everywhere
What are you singing?
May I?
Auntie, do you know this song?
I do!
What can I give to my mama
My dearly beloved mama?
That's what my teacher taught me!
Want me to teach you?
- Can you? - Of course!
If you want me to teach you,
then don't call me Auntie.
Call me Mama,
just like the song!
- What do you call me? - Mama.
Baskara,
how about we practice outside?
- Excuse me. I thought... - Are we riding in a big car?
Yeah! It's nice and cool inside.
Sure!
Dad, may I?
I want to ride in a nice car.
Yes.
But Mom comes too.
Go get changed.
I'll wait here.
It's just a simple song
My love song for Mama
You're really good!
I'll reward you with ice cream!
Mom, may I?
Sure.
Let's go! What flavor do you want?
I want vanilla!
You got ice cream on your face.
Wipe your hand with this.
Thanks.
- Grandma! - Welcome home! I missed you.
Where have you been?
I practiced singing and had ice cream.
- I'm going inside. - Okay.
Now,
get hot water from Mbok Tun and take a bath.
You tend to cough after having ice cream, remember?
Go inside.
You're not leaving?
Yumna said I could stay a little longer.
Look.
I may not understand what you've been through.
If Baskara stays with us,
you'll be the only one who loses him.
But if you take him away from us,
you'll break so many hearts.
You should leave. Baskara needs to rest.
Excuse me.
Honey.
I met our son today.
Baskara.
That's his name. Beautiful, right?
He's a handsome kid
and looks just like you.
We had ice cream and sang together.
I feel like...
this is the best day of my life...
just like when we got together.
If only...
If only you could see him.
We'd be a happy family.
I miss you.
Baskara.
All I can do is sing
A song from my heart for Mama
It's just a simple song
My love song for Mama
Why are you here?
You said you wanted to see him once.
I miss Baskara.
What?
How can you miss someone who's never been in your life?
Please don't act like I'm a stranger who wants to kidnap him.
Bas!
- You want to see my toy planes? - Sure!
Whoa, it's really cool!
This is a fighter jet.
Me, I like riding on a plane.
Wow! I've never been in one.
- You want to ride one with me? - I do!
Bas.
I heard you had your birthday recently.
How did you know?
What present do you want?
I want Lego.
Let's play together!
- This is so cool. - Bas!
Go take a bath.
I should go.
You invited her for dinner?
I couldn't tell her to leave.
Does Arif know?
I've already told him.
Both of you!
I don't want to be mean,
but it's all for Baskara.
Mother.
No matter what happens,
don't let it hinder our conscience.
Are you accepting this?
I'm learning to let go.
I wonder what will happen
when Baskara learns that we've kept him away from his mom.
Grandma, is there any fried chicken left?
Of course!
Baskara can't stay far from home.
Here, he can have his mom's fried chicken every day.
Mama, can you make fried chicken?
Yes, I can.
I bet Yumna's cooking is better.
No doubt.
- Dad. - Yes?
Mama Qilla wanted to take me on a plane ride.
Baskara.
You can tell us that later. Now eat.
- I'm leaving now, okay? - Okay.
Bas.
May I come again tomorrow?
Sure.
Are you picking me up from school?
Yes!
Mom, is that okay?
I think it's better...
You may come.
Thank you very much.
See you tomorrow!
Yumna?
Don't ask me how I gained the strength.
Bye, Mama Qilla!
Bye!
Let's go inside.
- I should go now. - Bas! Baskara!
Where's your mom?
Mom said you'd pick me up.
Let's go now. I'm hungry!
Actually,
I want to take you someplace fun.
You want to come?
Yeah, but I need to ask Mom first.
I'll talk to her. Okay?
Let's go!
Feed them again!
They're so smart!
Let's take another selfie!
Look at the grey monkeys!
So cute!
The bunnies are hiding inside!
You're so brave, Bas!
Careful.
I want to be good at drawing like you.
I'm sure you can do it.
Can you draw me a house?
Sure! What kind of house?
A big one!
How many bedrooms?
- Three. - Three?
Why only three?
They're for Mom and Dad,
Grandma, and me.
Oh, add one more room.
For whom?
Mbok Tun!
You're a good kid.
I'll draw it for you.
This is a huge house
with two floors!
Come on!
What's wrong?
I'm tired.
We'll go home after this, okay?
Want me to feed you?
You don't like the food?
I want Mom's fried chicken.
Mom cooks the best meal ever.
Okay, let's go home.
I want you to feed me.
Say "ah".
Attaboy!
Are you crying?
No, I'm fine.
Why do you love me?
You're kind and pretty!
Have some more.
Say "ah".
Good.
What a fun day!
- Yeah, it was fun. - Right?
Baskara, get inside.
Is she upset?
Listen.
She let you take Baskara but not until this late.
Look, I'll never harm my own child.
- Peace be upon you. - And be with you.
You're too late.
Baskara has left with his parents.
Good morning.
Morning.
Have a seat.
We need to talk.
- Make her tea. - Yes, ma'am.
Are you happy now?
I'm not sure.
I don't think I'm completely happy.
Is it because you don't fully own Baskara?
That's why you came here.
You don't just want to see him.
You want to take him away...
Please stop saying I want to steal my own child.
So, we're the ones who took him away from you?
At least
you, Yumna, and Arif
have been by his side for seven years.
Meanwhile,
I'm his biological mother,
but I didn't get the chance to pray for him when he was born,
to hear his first word,
to see his first steps,
and to take him on his first day to school.
Isn't it every mother's dream
to experience those once-in-a-lifetime moments?
You can't keep dragging on.
He's just a little boy.
You, Arif, and Yumna should choose what's best for him.
It's not up to me.
All I can do is pray and try my best.
I'm all alone here
against Yumna, Arif, and you.
Nobody's on my side.
Nobody cares about my feelings.
Do you even care about Yumna and Arif?
I'm the witness.
They really care about you.
They're good people,
and it's not because I'm their mother and mother-in-law.
Do you understand how I feel?
For years,
my own mother kept me in the dark.
She said it was for my own good.
I understand.
My son lied to me for years
for my own happiness.
I know Baskara's not my real grandson
but my love for him stays the same.
Same goes for his parents.
Me too, ma'am.
I always loved him no matter what,
even though I thought he passed away.
Where is it all going to end?
Wherever our prayers go.
Dear God!
Where have you been!
Baskara may fall sick!
Sorry, we lost track of time.
- You were avoiding Aqilla, right? - Mom!
Yumna.
Remember what you told me?
No matter what happens, don't let it hinder our conscience.
You should rest.
Hello.
Baskara has a fever.
He wants to see you.
Okay, I'll be there.
Mom, I'm fine.
You have a fever, sweetie.
I took your temperature just now.
Bas.
Mama Qilla!
Are you sick?
I'm fine. It's just a little fever.
Were you looking for me?
I thought you'd come every day,
but I didn't see you yesterday.
I was here yesterday
but you already left.
So I went to get you a present.
Wow! Where is it?
Here you go!
Thanks, Mama Qilla.
I'll go get his medicine.
- Have you eaten? - No.
You should eat before taking medicine.
- Let's eat! - Okay!
We'll prepare for lunch.
I missed you so much!
Mom!
Hi, Bas.
Come sit with me!
Is it okay?
Of course! Right, Mom?
Is this his plate?
Yes.
I'll do it.
What do you want to eat?
All of them!
You'll have chicken...
What else?
This one too.
Mom, where's my milk?
Could you get it?
I'm not a maid.
Yumna!
Mom?
What happened to Mom?
It's okay, sweetie. You should eat.
- I'm scared! - Mom's fine. Don't worry!
You should eat and take your medicine.
Mom hates me.
It's not true. We all love you!
- Mom's just tired. - Let's go to her.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Mom.
What did I do wrong?
Please forgive me, Mom.
Please don't hate me.
I should get going.
Mom.
Honey.
I don't know what to do.
I'm not ready.
I don't want Baskara to leave.
Baskara is a gift from God.
We should be ready
when God decides to take
what belongs to Him.
Yumna?
Good morning.
Baskara's school is celebrating Parents' Day today.
You want to come?
He'll perform a song.
He wants you to see him sing.
Dear parents and invited guests,
we'll see a performance by Warga Elementary Class 1A
who will sing a song called "Love Song for Mama".
Give a big applause!
What can I give to my Mama
My dearly beloved Mama?
I don't have something precious
For my dearest Mama
All I can do is sing
A song from my heart for Mama
It's just a simple song
My love song for Mama
I can't say it every day
How much I love Mama
But please listen to my heart
That I truly love you, Mama
All I can do is sing
A song from my heart for Mama
It's just a simple song
My love song for Mama
Please give a big applause!
He's got so many dreams.
He told me he wanted to be a football player
or a pilot.
Did he ever say that he wanted to be a businessman or an artist?
I can't impose my will on him,
let alone his dreams.
He's a bright kid.
Whatever his choice, he'll be successful.
Yumna.
If I may ask, how old are you?
I'm 36.
So, you can get pregnant again, right?
I can never have children.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Bas!
- You want to get on a plane? - Yeah!
You should go to Jakarta with Mama Aqilla.
- Huh? - Yeah!
You can learn singing and drawing there.
You can also visit Ancol and Taman Mini.
And...
there are more toy stores in Jakarta.
Are you going to pick me up afterwards?
We'll pick you up
when you feel like going home.
Honey, Baskara, let's eat!
- The food's here. - Okay!
Let's eat!
Wait. Let's take a selfie!
Come here.
Stay up there.
Mom, Dad, why aren't you coming with us?
I've still got work to do.
Mom has to wait for me.
You'll have so much fun
and one day you'll forget
about Mom,
Dad,
Grandma, and Mbok Tun.
Be good, okay?
Take showers every day.
Okay?
You're my champion.
Bas.
Should anything happen in Jakarta,
please tell Mama Qilla.
In Jakarta,
Mama Qilla will be your mom.
But you're my only mom.
Mama Qilla can be your mom too.
You may even call her Mom
or Mommy Qilla.
Okay?
Bye.
Let's go.
We'll see you in Jakarta, okay?
We're leaving.
Tell us when you arrive.
Alright.
Come on, sweetie.
Mom!
Come on now.
Come on.
Mom!
It's okay.
Mom!
I hate you, Mom! I hate you, Dad!
I don't want to go!
Baskara.
- Yumna! - Bas!
Bas.
Baskara!
Bas, wait for me.
Please don't leave me.
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
My womb was Baskara's first resting place.
But the first place that gives him comfort, safety,
trust, and hope is you,
Arif and Yumna, his pride and joy.
I saw Baskara crying for his mother
and it made me realize.
Taking him to Jakarta might be my victory,
but my selfishness kills all of your happiness,
especially Baskara,
my own flesh and blood.
I am his biological mother,
but he knows more the mother who's been with him for years.
The one who helped him walk his first steps
and always gives him a warm, comforting hug.
TWELVE YEARS LATER
Arif, Yumna, Grandma Murni,
please take care of Baskara.
Baskara and I are separated by the distance,
but we're under the same sky.
I'll leave his hopes and dreams through you.
Peace be upon you.
Mom.
Baskara.
Eventually,
I want to tell a story to my son
about how a mother's love is infinite,
that she'll sacrifice her own happiness
for her children.
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