All language subtitles for Romantic20Problematic202022[_20349]

Mom, I'm leaving.

- Be careful.
- I will.

Don't come home late.

Okay, Mom.

Alisha!

Alisha!

Pull over.

But you said you were going
to Sashi's house?

Just now, Sashi suddenly called
that she's with Yenny at her studio.

I'm on my way there.

Really?

What's wrong with you?

I saw Yenny's Instagram
and she's in Bandung.

That's probably an old post.

It was live, Sha.

All right then.

Let's just go to my house,
there's something I want to discuss.

I feel you are getting weird lately.

What's wrong?

Tell me.

There's nothing.

What's the matter with you?

Sha.

I always tell you whenever
I have a problem, whenever I'm happy,

but why are you like this?

I'll tell you in a couple of days.

Aren't you tired
of hiding something from me?

Did I do you anything wrong?

What's your problem?

Please tell me.

You trust me, right?

What are you hiding from me?

Ricky.

Trust me.

- I love you too--
- That's not my question.

What are you hiding from me?

Trust me.

It's not something
you need to be worried about.

Then just tell me already!

- I'll tell you tomorrow.
- You still need time?

I'm sure you'll like it.

So you can make up excuses?

- Why not now?
- Because now is not the time yet.

Now is the time
because I already asked you.

Tomorrow, okay?

Why not now, Alisha?

Why not now?

Because your birthday
is the day after tomorrow, not today.

So do I have to tell you

that I'm making a birthday surprise
for you?

Is that what you want?

Are you satisfied now?

Sha.

I'm sorry, I'm wrong.
I have thought nonsense about you.

This is your problem.

This whole time, the source
of your problem is your own thoughts,

but you never realized it.

Here, your present.

It's a pair of shoes.

Open it.

Go ahead, open it!

You asked me what I was hiding, right?

Why stop talking now?

Once, my mom said

sometimes we have to allow our partner
to have secrets.

Not everything should be discussed.

Not everything should be told.

The important thing
is that we trust each other.

You are right, Sha.

Forgive me.

Will you forgive me?

You have to change.

We do have our own private space
that must be respected.

Aren't you tired?

Suspecting me,
aren't you tired of setting me up?

Or maybe men are like that?

They need women
to control, to lecture, to scold.

To show that they're valuable and useful.

Sha, it's not like that.

I gave you freedom,

but what did you give me in return?

Okay, Alisha, from now on,

I'll give you freedom

and always be there for you, I promise.

You're good at making up promises now,
aren't you?

Congratulations, you deserve
to be a politician.

Sha, I'm serious.

Seriousness is to prove, not just promise.

Show it if you're really serious!

I'm going home, it's getting late.

Here, your present.

It's a pair of shoes.

Open it.

I know

it's hard for you to find the right size.

Because your left and right foot
are different by half size.

- I ordered it as how it should be.
- Damn it!

Mom.

I'm sorry, Sha.

I can't imagine how shattered
my life will be without you.

Past is past, don't talk about it.

Just don't do it again.

Okay.

I love you, Sha.

I'm serious.

If you're serious, let's get married.

I also…

Actually, I've been also

planning it already, but--

If you're still avoiding it,
that means you're not serious.

But well, no problem.

Sha,

marriage isn't just about love,

then all problems are solved.

A lot of couples are happy when dating,
but right after they get married…

In the middle of the way,
they're destroyed.

It's because they're not ready, Sha.

Just forget it.

I'm ready.

I'm ready

and I've planned it,

but it's not just about me and you.

In marriage, we also have to think
about your dad that--

Wait, hold on.

You're not sure about marrying me

because I don't know who my dad is?

Because my family is broken?

It's not like that.
It's just that marriage really has to--

- Consider family background.
- No.

I understand you don't want to marry me

because you're scared our family
will fall apart too.

- Alisha, listen to me--
- Let's break up!

- Alisha…
- We break up.

Verdict

number 388.

Imposing a sentence
on the defendant, Rita Susilowati,

with imprisonment for three years.

You moron!

Three years ago,
your dad came to our house.

At that time, you're still in college.

He came to apologize.

I still couldn't forgive him.

Then he took out a piece of paper.

He wrote an address.

Your dad bought a new house.

On Melati Street number 94,

Mangkurogo.

He asked me

to contact him once in a while.

Alisha.

Forgive me.

I couldn't pay attention to you, dear.

Take it easy, Mom.

If you need anything,

see your dad, okay?

No matter what,

he is your dad.

I don't have a dad.

All I have is myself and Mom.

You still don't change.

Excuse me, but the time is up.

Sorry, can I get a pen and paper?

- Sure you can.
- Okay.

Here is your dad's address.

Keep it for now.

Sorry, Ms. Alisha.

It's not solely my will.

- It's an agreement of the community.
- Yes.

Why do I have to move, sir?

Please think it over well, Ms. Alisha.

Have I ever created chaos in this village?

That's not the problem, Ms. Alisha.

Have I created problems
with the people here?

We just don't want this village
to be disturbed.

- My mom no longer lives here.
- Right.

- She is in jail.
- Right.

So what's the problem?

Well, if Ms. Alisha is unwilling
to listen to what I said, it's okay.

But don't blame me

if the people of this community
come all together to you.

I apologize on behalf of my mom
for defaming this village.

Well, if you are aware of it,
you should leave, right?

The law mechanism has taken place.

My mom is serving her sentence.

Please don't add up the problem, sir.

Please be obedient
rather than let the problem drag on.

Here.

I return all the rent money.

For one year's rent.

That's it, Ms. Alisha.

We give you one week

to find a new place and move out.

SALE

SAFWAN, CHAT WITH LISTER

Hello.

Am I talking to Mr. Safwan?

I want to ask about the house you rent.

FOR RENT

Excuse me, sir, ma'am,
is there something you need?

Mrs. Rita hasn't paid her debt
for three months.

So you two

are not informed that

Mrs. Rita…

Can't you lower the price more, sir?

I'm sorry, miss.

The price is already fixed.

Unless you want to take
five years at once.

I think I might need to see
other houses first, sir.

Okay. Please do.

I'm really stuck.

Seriously.

Come on, Rick.

Rather than being forced
and the result is not optimal, right?

Gosh.

You have an alternative
other than me, right?

I'm so sorry.

Fine.

The problem is,
it has been three months already, miss.

Don't let go of that responsibility.

Her debt is not my responsibility.

It's her own problem.

Ask her.

You can't do that, miss.

Do you know where my mom is?

This kid needs to be taught
a lesson in politeness.

Are you being polite?

Do you know who you are talking to?

Did you introduce yourself?

Daughter of a bitch.

Fuck!

- You bitch!
- Enough.

- Hey!
- Enough!

Relax, Bo.

Don't talk to a woman like this.

Enough.

How much is her debt?

If you don't have any money,
it's okay to just pay the interest.

What matters is that
you show good intentions.

We would appreciate it.

Well, then please excuse us.

Tomorrow or the day after,
we'll come back here again.

Package delivery.

Well, writing a short story
doesn't only need imagination.

It also needs research

so the story is not just random.

It's unusual that you write a short story.

Not many designing jobs?

Isn't it a shame
if we have an idea but it's not written?

Well, ask the students of Literature then,
instead of Law.

You pick the wrong major.

That's exactly why.

My story is about a detective.

It needs a law perspective

so it won't be like a soap opera.

The main character is imprisoned

for hurting other people
with a sharp weapon.

That's what I need to ask you.

How long is approximately
the prison sentence?

That's cool, but it's still unbelievable.

Alisha writes a short story?

Well, you know Alisha.

But frankly, she has been
getting weirder recently.

What is the story about, Yen?

She said it's a criminal story.

She asked

how long the sentence would be
for attacking a debt collector

with a sword.

Sha.

Hey, you.

Will you be moving out?

The landlord told me to move out.

She did?

Why? You already paid
the rent for one year.

So strange.

Well, she gave back the rent money.

Given back?
Doesn't she need any money or what?

She's nuts.

She's not the problem,
but everyone in the neighborhood is.

Since Mom is in jail,
I am not allowed to live here anymore

by those wannabe saints.

The ones allowed to live there
are those having lots in heaven.

So where are you moving to?

I've got a few choices
but haven't got time to visit them yet.

I'm just finishing packing
since they only gave me one week.

If you have this kind of problem,
why didn't you tell me? I can also--

This is my problem, not yours.

So what if I solve my own problem?

Is it a loss?
Losing an opportunity to become a hero?

Are you still mad at me?

Whether I am mad or not is no longer
your business, as we've broken up.

Hey, Sha.

- Hold on. Calm down.
- Sit, quiet.

- Sit, quiet. Sit.
- Calm down first, this is not the way--

Hush. Sit.

- We can solve it calmly--
- Want to help me? Call the police.

You could be a witness in court later.

Just tell the truth.

I don't need sympathy.

I can join my mom.

Sha!

Close it. Let me take it from here.

- This is my problem.
- Just wait here.

Sir, hold on. This way, please.

Here, sir, please check it.

Thank you, sir.

Do you remember
that I used to enjoy fighting?

So fond of beating
those who had problems with me.

No matter how big or small
the problem was,

when I was able to beat up that person,
I beat that person completely

until I felt relieved.

Bit by bit, I got inclined,

addicted,

dangerous.

Until one day, there was an incident

that forced me

to quit.

The last time I beat up someone,

he was almost dead.

I don't want you to be in that position.

I beat that person completely,
although he didn't fight back.

He was lying down on the ground
and not moving, but I kept on beating him.

I don't know why

I could be that cruel.

I felt like I was possessed.

In one split second, I wondered
why I beat up people like that.

And I felt like there were two sides
in my body.

The dark side of me still wanted
to beat him up.

While the light side of me
didn't understand

why the dark side
wanted to beat up people that badly.

The light side of me wanted to stop,
but didn't know how.

Until finally,

I slapped my own face.

I slapped it again and again.

That makes me

able to realize that

there is no use in beating up that person.

From then on,

if there is any situation that stimulates
the dark side of me to appear,

I slap my own face.

Because I feel that

it makes me more aware

Rick.

Where is the money that was here?

Sorry, I had to.
I don't want you to fight with them.

I'm worried that--

That's the only money I've got!

And I have to move out from here
as soon as possible.

Why did you give my money away
to that damned loan shark?

I don't want you to get hurt.

Are you satisfied of becoming a hero?

- I don't want you to get hurt.
- Well, thanks to you, now I'm hurt.

But your safety is more important, Sha.

Relax, money can be earned
and I will definitely help you.

I won't sit idly by.

I don't want to keep seeing you like this.

I know it's hard to go through,

but you need a friend to take care of you.

Once, you said
where I was when you needed me.

That's why I'm here right now.

Please,

trust me.

I want to prove that I care about you.

That I love you.

You keep interfering with my life.

And you call it love?

Sha.

I…

Forgive me, Sha.

Get out of my house.

Get out!

I said get out!

How could it be broken like this?

Mr. Hintara will hang me if he finds out!

I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't mean to.

Why wasn't it returned right away anyway?

So it’s my fault?

You were the one who asked
to leave this here

to use it for a content picture, right?

No matter what, replace it.

New, exactly the same!

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Alisha.

90.4 Cosmopolitan Radio.

The best station
for fun, fearless females.

Hi, Cosmoners. It's Sarah Gadrie here
on Music Box until 2:00 p.m.

When it comes to talking about
how managing money

is more important than making it,

do you agree with that, Cosmoners?

I think it has a point because,
according to First State Community Bank,

a high income will not go a long way

without a good management.

Hey.

Is your offer yesterday to write a song

still on?

Yes, it should be you writing it, Rick.

But why do you change your mind?

I need money.

I see.

Do you want the down payment
to be transferred first?

Miss.

- Thank you, sir.
- Sure. Thank you too, miss.

You're welcome.

Easy.

It's heavy, miss.

- Okay.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Is this all your stuff?

I'll get back later to get the rest.

Sure.

- Here's for one month, ma'am.
- Okay, miss.

I will make the receipt, okay?

Thank you.

Express feeling to the south

HOUSE FOR SALE

HOUSE FOR SALE

But I'm actually confused, Auntie.

I'm looking for Alisha.

Because it turned out that the house
she rented is vacant already.

I tried to call, but there was no answer.

She is not answering my message as well.

She rents a room now

on Gayamsari Street

number 48.

Right.

- Gayamsari Street number 48?
- That's right.

Ricky.

Are you serious with Alisha?

I am, Auntie.

But…

that also depends on your blessing.

Be assured of that.

But unfortunately,

to marry her,

just my blessing is not enough.

The one to hand her for marriage
is her dad, right?

See her dad, okay?

Her dad lives at Melati Street
number 94, Mangkurogo.

Do you guys really don't know
where my laptop is?

My final paper file is there,
and I don't have any backup.

The thief is really a piece of shit!

In my opinion, it must be someone inside.

Just calm down.

I haven't seen any stranger get in
since last night.

Are you sure?

Are you really in the complex
all the time?

Well, I went out once.

But just for a while.

Just think about it.

Our complex is safe, right?

- True.
- Right?

Yes.

Then there is a newcomer.

Suddenly, one laptop is missing.

Don't suspect hastily.

It's better to search her.

- Search.
- Yes.

What if we wait until everyone gets back,

and then we all together…

Geez, the thief will run away already.

Are you guys talking about me?

Is there anyone seeing me
taking the laptop?

Please do if you want to search.

If you can prove it,

slash me with this.

It's sharp.

Go ahead.

Sorry, miss.

We apologize, miss.

Miss.

Sorry for last night.

She's right, miss.

We're sorry, miss.

I'm the one who should apologize

because it's me
who actually stole the laptop.

As I need money,

the laptop is already sold now.

So if you want to call a cop,

it's okay, just call.

Call.

Okay, please explain what goods you took,

how the process was and why you stole.

So I had just moved
into this boarding house, sir.

Then I saw a bag just lying there.

There was a laptop inside.

Then because I needed money, I took it.

So the laptop was inside the bag?

Not anywhere else?

Then?

Right.

Coincidentally, I didn't have a laptop.

If I may know, why, sir?

There is something strange.

Actually,

we knew from the CCTV
in front of this house

who did it.

Long-time resident.
We arrested him already.

That's why we are confused

about why she confessed.

Or maybe she stole another laptop.

That's why we gather all the tenants here
and ask them

if anyone has lost anything.

The fact is, there is none, right?

In the case of the missing laptop,
we have had the person's name.

And the proof is also complete.

Maybe you could explain the real incident?

I…

want to be with my mom.

Yes, most probably depression.

Maybe because her mom goes to prison.

PATROL

Got handcuffs?

This is vandalism
against state property, right?

Article 306 of the Criminal Code.

Right? Come, arrest me!

Smarty-pants.

406.

406.

Follow us.

Alisha.

Please come in.

Alisha.

Let me introduce you, this is Ms. Ani.

I leave you for a moment, okay?

When you're done,

I'll be waiting outside.

I will be the one taking you back home.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Okay, thank you.

Alisha.

How are you?

Damn.

I didn't get to go to prison.

The police were polite.

So kind.

I was only instructed
to replace the glass I broke.

Then I was brought to a psychiatrist.

Well, you are half crazy.

There is something wrong with your brain.

Hello.

Hello, Rick.

Alisha is passed out.

Could you pick her up?

Where?

Please take care of her.

I'm leaving.

Okay, Chik. Thank you.

Take care.

Okay.

Sha.

Sha, wake up, we've arrived.

Excuse me.

NOTICE, VISITING HOUR

Excuse me, sir.

Yes.

He's with a woman.

Sir.

Sorry, sir.

It's already late.

Why is there someone visiting
at this hour?

And sorry, she's not your spouse.

It might cause slander, sir.

She's my friend, sir.

She's ill.

Well, if she's ill,
bring her to the hospital.

Why do you bring her home instead?

Where's the key?

Scoot over.

What's your plan for today?

I don't know.

Looking for a house to rent, maybe.

I feel uncomfortable in the boardinghouse.

Can I accompany you?

No need.

Sorry, I crossed the line that time.

- I gave away the rent money--
- No need to discuss it.

Here, I pay it back.

Forgive me.

No need.

I have a lot of money.

Also, all the goods in the house
have been sold.

So where do you want me to take you to?

I have to finish a song, but I'm stuck.

It seems that I have to hang out
to get inspiration.

Where to?

Just have a ride.

Maybe to a faraway place.

Will you come along?

Now?

We take the guitar first from home.

Thank you, ma'am.

There.

It's weird, right?

Why do they boil crackers?

Moreover, they call it seblak.

But this food is tasty.

Yes, not bad.

It's refreshing.

It's making me

more awake.

I actually couldn't sleep last night.

I almost died last night.

I wanted to go home,
but the earth seemed to be tilting.

I walked to the sidewalk,

but it turned out to be
the middle of the road.

I almost got hit.

So lucky that the driver could swerve.

And then?

Well…

Then

I don't remember how
I was suddenly in the hotel with you.

Actually, it's fine if I were to die.

It's not fine for me though.

Will you be sad if I'm dead?

Are you happy if I'm sad?

Great.

You answer my question with a question.

But unfortunately, it's a wrong question.

What's wrong?

Well, if I'm dead, I won't be able to see
if you're sad or not.

What is the proof
that a dead person can't see?

Have you been dead?

Yes.

My feeling, that is.

Like now.

I'm surprised you understand me.

Damn you.

I've been here once.

Really?

What for?

Just walking along.

Walking? No way.

It's okay if you don't believe me.

As usual, right?

Here it goes again.

Before I knew you,

I often walked on randomly
when I got stressed out.

Anywhere without a certain destination,

without thinking.

From morning to night,

when I got tired,
I just took a rest anywhere.

In mosque,

bus station,

and under a tree.

When I woke up, my brain was fresher.

I became braver to face any problems
when I got home.

Well….

though sometimes
I also forgot my way home.

There's Google Maps, right?

When I walk, I never bring my phone.

It's peaceful, you see.

Not bringing a mobile phone,
no distraction.

I even once slept under this bridge.

- Right here.
- Here?

But at that time, it wasn't like this.

When was the last time you were here?

In high school.

At that time, I walked

until my flip-flop broke.

Then? Did you change it?

Of course not.

Just barefoot.

Until my feet callused.

But after that, I walked long distances
so often without wearing sandals.

I was often called crazy.

Often?

Well, sometimes.

But it has been a long time.
I've not done it since I met you.

Actually, if what you said is true,

you walk,

then you get tired, rest,

fall asleep and get up fresh,

then there is no use of alcohol, right?

Humming

Humming

Are you still stuck?

Just try to walk long distances.

I take care of the motorbike.

Later, when you feel tired,
share your location and I'll pick you up.

I'm not as crazy as you, Sha.

I have another more interesting way.

Really?

How is that?

You'll see yourself.

No way.

Well, actually,

I'm no longer stuck.

Have you got any ideas?

Not just ideas.

The song's also done.

But well, if I have to sing
in front of you, I'm still doubtful.

Another excuse.

It's really done.

It's in my head.

It's in the process of rendering.

What's the format?

WAV? mp3?

Where's the play button? This? Or this?

- Sha…
- This one?

- Okay.
- Why is there no--

Why is there no sound?

Alisha!

Okay.

The song is more or less like this.

Maybe you are the wind that slaps my face

Maybe I'm the step that makes you crawl

To become us

And pain

To make us

Compatible

Together

Together

- Why are we stopping?
- Hold on.

One moment.

Here we go.

I think we're out of fuel.

In this kind of place,
where can we buy fuel?

Maybe over there.

We'll push first, okay?

Hold on, okay?

Come on.

Why have you never told me before
that you like walking?

I did want to walk once.

Then I met you about two blocks from home.

Then you ask this question to me.

"Where are you going?

Let me take you there."

Then I answered that I would like
to get something to eat

so that you didn't ask questions.

Well, I thought you really wanted
to get something to eat.

Attention isn't always precise, right?

It's rare that you're smart.

Please forgive me.

Just keep the apologies for Eid.

But it's actually true.

Attention doesn't oblige us
to always be together.

Sometimes, we also need time of our own.

You're right, Sha.

I'm sorry,
I've been so wrong all this time.

You're not wrong.

The one making a mistake
is the black seller.

Why would they boil crackers?

Sha.

Hey.

Damn it.

Hey, Sha!

I don't think I can make it.

- I need your help. One, two, three.
- Okay, let's do it. One, two, three.

Come on!

Come on, a little bit more!

Wait.

Let's take a break.

Tired?

No.

- Are you tired or not?
- No.

Good for you.

Let's continue.

Enough, no need to push.

It's okay.

It's not heavy after all.

Let's get some rest. I'm tired.

Thank God.

That's enough, let's continue.

Just a bit more, I'm still very tired.

No need to push anymore now.

Didn't we run out of fuel?

Damn you, it's a prank, isn't it?

Prank, right?

Gosh.

Annoying.

Gosh! It hurts.

I just gave you what you like.

You said it yourself.
You like to walk randomly.

Well, then…

My tummy hurts.

I told you just now.

"I have more fun way than yours."
Well, this is it.

Sorry! Sha!

It hurts.

Let's move on!

Didn't you say you want to rest?

- Let's just move on.
- Okay, let's go.

Come on.

Are you not tired anymore?

Gosh.

WELCOME TO MANGKUROGO SUB-DISTRICT

Stop!

What's up? What is it?

Let's turn around, don't go this way.

Why?

Let me drive.

When you go from your house to the studio

you never want to go
through Kartini Street.

You always prefer to go
through the city hall

though it's clear that the distance
is farther away.

But your reason is logical.

Why do you suddenly talk about it again?

No reason. I'm not talking about your ex.

I also know that
you've tried to forget it.

If you go through Kartini Street,
you will only be triggered

by old memory that…

Old memory that hurt.

I don't know
where this conversation is going,

but you know
I have nothing more to do with her.

I'm not attacking you.

Then what are you saying?

I'm trying to let you know that…

I also know the feeling.

Do you have an ex in Mangkurogo?

Ex-dad.

Bullshit, there's no ex-dad.

My dad lives in Mangkurogo.

That is why I don't want
to go through that place.

As far as I know, you told me

you don't know where your dad is.

When I visited Mom in prison,

she gave me an address.

Dad's address in Mangkurogo.

Mom said if I needed anything,
I should go to my dad.

The most illogical advice from Mom.

He'll always be your dad, Sha.

Don't be such a smart ass about my family.

Are you afraid of your dad?

You'll never know how it feels.

I was abandoned!

When my mom and dad separated,

I lived with my dad
for a couple of months.

Until one day…

he took me

to an orphanage.

He said…

"Wait for Dad here, Alisha.

I'll pick you up again later, just wait."

But he never returned!

Do you know what it means?

I was abandoned.

I was abandoned!

Mom picked me up.

But only after two years.

And I'm sure,

you'll never know how it feels
to get abandoned.

Why did you never tell me this before?

Since when could telling a story
solve a problem?

But sometimes,

not sharing it
could also be a source of problems.

When you

asked me to get married,
you were disappointed because you thought

I was doubtful.

Actually, it's not the reason
that made it hard to speak. I was shocked.

I was surprised why you
suddenly talked like that.

You are a liberal person, a free person,
an independent woman.

It's strange that suddenly,

you have the concept that marriage
is the solution to your problems.

I actually feel that you talk like that

because you are depressed.

Your mom went to prison.

At home, there was no one.

Then randomly, you think

that marriage is the solution.

And I was stupid to say yes then.

But I was confused about what to do.

I'm stupid.

A moron.

- No, Sha. I was stupid.
- Stop, enough! I said stop!

- I'm a true moron. It's okay, Sha.
- Enough.

- I want to regain consciousness.
- I said stop!

- I want to regain consciousness. Sorry.
- Enough! It's enough!

- Sorry.
- Enough.

Sorry.

I said stop! Can't you just shut up?

Because I'm truly wrong, Sha.

I…

actually…

I actually…

went to Mangkurogo…

I bring you here

to give you a surprise.

A surprise?

I wanted to answer your challenge
at that time.

I want to answer

by proving.

Just as you once told me.

"Prove it!

Show it!

Don't just say it!"

But I had a dilemma with that one thing.

I wanted to show

my seriousness about marrying you.

And I wanted to show it
by having us meet your dad

because no matter what,
your dad should be there for the wedding!

The process of marriage solemnization
is impossible

to be done with a guardian.

Because your biological dad
is still alive.

But when I talk to you about your dad,
you just stay quiet.

And the stupid thing is
I didn't talk about it with you first.

Forgive me. Please forgive me.

Thank you for being honest with me.

Thank you.

Don't tell me.

Were you going to tell me all this later,
right on my birthday?

You're preparing a surprise for me…

for your readiness to marry me.

And you use my words as a weapon.

"Sometimes, we have to let
our partner have secrets."

You always understand me,
while I always fail to understand you.

I…

I also don't understand why
I challenged you to get married.

For some people, maybe it's a solution.
I also thought it was a solution.

I just want to have a place
to come back to.

I just want to have a place
to come back to.

But what could you expect from me?

My family is broken!

How could a child like me

depend on a marriage bond?

Maybe

we don't need to depend on that yet.

Maybe

we don't need to consider it as a bond.

My family was broken too, Sha.

Very chaotic.

You never mentioned that.

Do you remember

I once said

I almost killed someone?

Do you know who that person was?

Who?

My own dad.

I almost killed my dad.

When I was in junior high,

my dad's business went bankrupt.

We became poor.

Our house was confiscated.

In the end, we moved
to a rented house near a market.

Not long after,

Dad left us and never returned
for many years.

But

my mom was a strong woman.

She bet her luck to open a small business.

She sold chicken in the market.

Bit by bit, her business grew.

Until one day, my dad suddenly came.

I didn't know
how I could get that emotional.

Why did he come?

Where had he been?

When we're down, collapsed.

I beat him up completely.
I beat him up completely, on and on.

Although Dad didn't fight back,
I beat him.

I still didn't understand

why I beat my dad that badly at that time.

Until finally,

I knew where my dad was all that time.

My dad went to prison
for being tricked, Sha.

He didn't tell his kids and wife
because he was ashamed.

Just now, you told a sad story,

it seems like you need
a funny story from me.

So once, I saw two teenagers.

On that hill.

They were writing a letter,
putting it into a bottle,

and burying it.

I was curious, of course.

I approached them and when they went away,

I dug and took the bottle out
and opened the letter.

Do you know what the content
of the letter was?

What was in it?

The content was…

Proclamation text.

- Proclamation?
- Proclamation.

- Not the supersemar?
- The content is Proclamation.

And the content was very funny.
As I remember, the content is like this.

"Proclamation, we, the undersigned,"
colon, then underneath their names.

"We promise we will always love
each other until death do us part.

And if there is any dispute or anger,

it will be solved in peace,

meticulously,

- and in the shortest period of time."
- Shortest period of time.

Darn, those teenagers.

They're still young.

Yet they've written about proclamation.

Then it sounds like an oath
of life and death. My goodness.

I was stressed out
but recovered after hearing that.

- Damn.
- Damn.

Maybe falling in love

is the oldest stupidity
in the history of humankind.

And unfortunately,
I'm also in that exact stupidity.

Align with that stupidity,

maybe marriage
is the most inconsequential decision

that could be made by a human couple.

How could it be not inconsequential?

They depend on something dark
and mysterious for their future.

Many also think that
it is the beginning of happiness.

In fact, what happened a lot
was actually the beginning of problems.

I agree.

Yes, I agree.

But wouldn't it be flat
if we lived without problems?

What if we make a new problem?

Well, if you've still got the nerve.

Meaning?

Do you

still want to see my dad?

Are you serious with your question?

Just now you said that marriage
is the most inconsequential decision

that could be made by a human couple.

I agree.

What do you think

if we just take that
inconsequential decision?

I already live inconsequentially anyway.

And I'm fine.

I'm alive, right?

It won't kill me.

You're too random.
You never use a turn signal when you turn.

Always suddenly.

Well, that's better than giving
left turning sign but turning right.

Isn't what we've just talked about absurd?

The dialogue should be like this,
you ask me.

"Are you serious about marrying me?"

Then the answer is like,

"You should be aware,

the song I wrote, you are my inspiration."

And then you reply awkwardly.

"Are you serious?"

Then you reply again like this.

"Why would I

climb up and down the mountain,

pushing a motorbike,

if I'm not serious with you?"

Damn it.

I'll bite you.

Gosh.

I hate you.

I hate you more.

Why do you have to exist in this life?

But are you ready?

If I say, I'm not ready?

Do you have a way

that can make me more ready?

No, right?

Well, I don't have any way.

But we can use your way.

What do you mean?

You said it yourself
that you like to walk long distances.

So what if we walk to your dad's house?

We leave the motorbike
at that kiosk over there.

It's rare that you're random.

Do you dare go barefoot?

This is the place.