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IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, MOST GRACIOUS, MOST MERCIFUL.

All rise!

Bow!

- Goodbye, Teacher. - Goodbye.

Slow down.

Don't run.

- Goodbye, Teacher. - Goodbye.

Orked.

Would you write an essay during the holidays?

But you didn't ask the other students to do this, Sir?

I know, but I like reading your stories.

Alright then.

Write if you can find the time and inspiration to write.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Wait for me.

Hurry up!

I saw him stash away a chocolate bar in his bag.

Let's take it from him.

What's wrong?

- Hurry up! - My mom will scold me.

- Hey. - Open his bag.

- Hey. - Here.

Take it!

Hey.

- Here. - There you go.

- Please stop. - Thank you!

Move to the back and sit down.

Move.

- Hurry up, will you? - Be patient.

You want it? Go get it.

Stop, Sir!

- Dear? - What is it?

Our daughter.

What has she done now?

She's been selected to become a librarian.

That's good, isn't it?

No, you don't understand.

She'll be reading all the books and not getting any work done.

I caught her reading a calendar last week.

Get her to apply for the school security guard's post. I heard there's a vacancy.

Would you like a kick up the bum with an open-toe sandal?

Are we ready?

Okay. Get ready.

Hurry up. Yam.

We're about to start.

Okay, ready?

Three, four.

Hold it!

What's this?

- Let's do my song. - Which one?

"Rain."

Ready? Yam, are you ready?

Okay.

And one, and two, and three, and four.

When the clouds darken the sky

When the wind carries a chill

A drizzle is scattered

Like pearls from the heavens

Bringing blessings from above

- Soaking the soul - Here they go again.

A brief moment of joy

Even for the most desolate hearts

When the rain falls

The melody of the keronchong fills the heart with longing

How sweet the strains

What's wrong with these people?

Have they no shame?

Malays who have forgotten their roots.

Why don't you try minding your own business?

Nobility is born

A holy union is born

And lovers can never forget

Hey, Amanda, Asira, Sarah, go get Orked.

On the double!

- Orked! - Orked!

- Orked. - Come play brides-and-grooms.

- Orked, hurry up! - Orked!

- Ayu is waiting for you. - Orked?

Why don't you go and join them?

They've been looking for you.

Orked?

Orked.

Would you please go out and play with the other girls?

They're not really that bad.

- Orked. - Orked?

- You keep playing with the cat. - Dad, would you mind…

having a word with your lovely daughter?

Thank you.

Orked.

Orked.

If you go and play with the other kids,

I promise…

I'll take you to a football match, all right?

My mum always asking, why does Orked's mum keep speaking in English?

She speaks English all the time.

My dad says she's just showing off that she studied in England.

My mum also says your mum's turning into a white woman.

She's forgotten her Javanese origins.

- Small-minded people. - What?

Nothing.

My mum said your mum is a bad wife.

She saw your father helping out in the kitchen.

Is your dad a hen-pecked husband?

My dad helps out in the kitchen because he loves my mum.

- Stupid git! - What?

Hey, please mind your words.

I know what stupid means, you know.

Sorry, Cretin.

What are the boys playing? You girls are so boring?

Amira, you replace her.

That Orked is just too much.

- Who's that? - Which one? There are many boys there.

That one. That tall boy.

Oh, that's Mukhsin, nephew of Mrs. Senah the cabaret woman.

Mrs. Senah's not a cabaret woman.

It's true. My mum said she was once.

- He's new in the neighborhood, isn't he? - Yes, he is.

- Hurry up. - A minute.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Gosh!

- What's wrong with you? - Don't be rude.

Are you hurt? You're not leaving, are you?

Look at that. He is problematic.

It's all your fault. You play too rough.

We don't have enough players.

Mukhsin.

- There. - What?

How about Orked?

Don't be ridiculous. She's a girl.

Better than nothing.

She'll get us into trouble.

She's rougher than the boys.

Which one is Orked?

The one with the songkok.

Let's see how rough she is.

I'll see how rough you can be.

You call that rough?

Give me a break.

Gosh.

- Told you she's rough. - Shut up!

Okay, Orked can play.

- Okay. Let's play. - Let's play.

Orked?

Orked.

Mukhsin is looking for you. He's outside.

I'm off to the market. Would you like to come along?

My love.

Mukhsin.

Hey, Mukhsin. Can we go for a ride?

Bring me.

- Let's go. - Okay?

- Ready? - Yes.

I'll pedal, you steer, okay?

No, please. I'm scared.

It's okay.

- Ready? - Yes.

- So where do you want to go? - England.

What? That's a bit out of the way.

Legend has it, that a pious virgin who was forced to marry,

disappeared on her wedding night.

While getting water for ablution at the Selangor River.

Her parents dreamt that their daughter prohibited them from looking for her.

Since she had found peace on an island.

Her parents only found her clothing hanging on a branch of a tree.

And a tomb was made for her there.

Where do you reckon she hung her clothes?

That one, probably.

- Which one? - That one.

And you?

That one.

Why that one?

Because that's where I'd hang mine.

How nice to be a motorcycle.

How old are you, Mukhsin?

Twelve years old.

And yourself?

Ten years old.

Ten years old?

You look like a twelve years old.

- Hi, Darling. - Hi, have you been waiting long?

- I just arrived. - Wear this helmet.

Sorry. It should be the other way.

Okay, sorry.

You look lovely today.

It's an old dress.

- Darling. - Yes?

- What's this? - What?

What ring is this?

Nothing, it's just a regular ring.

- Are you sure you're not married? - Sure, I'm not.

- Really? - I swear I'm not.

So you're not sure?

Let's go or we'll miss the movie.

Wait. Let me start the motorcycle first.

Give me your hand.

Hold me here or you might fall off.

What should we do during the school holidays?

It's so boring.

Just take a stroll in the morning.

I'm bored too.

Look. It's Orked.

- The girl who threw my bag. - Yes.

Hey, kid!

You threw my bag out the window, didn't you?

Who do you think you are?

- Come here, if you dare. - I'll handle it.

That's enough. She's just a girl.

- Leave her alone. - What's your problem?

Forget about it, Orked.

Forget about it, okay?

How dare you!

Ouch!

Hey, what's going on here?

- What's going on? - Mom.

- Hey! What's your name? - Mom.

Orked.

What are your parents' names?

Atan and Inom.

Where do you live?

541B, Haji Basir Road.

541B, Haji Basir Road.

That's behind Ms. Minah's place, beside Cowboy Mun's, right?

- Yes. - Enough. Go home.

Go home.

Wait, let me take a look at that.

It's just a scratch. Go home.

And as for you...

I've been keeping track of your nonsense.

Give it to me.

Show me. Where is it?

Don't be such a baby. I haven't even applied the medicine yet.

In the name of God, the Merciful and Compassionate.

- It's painful. - Oh God.

There, there. It's healed already.

Is that too tight?

What's all this?

Hey.

Let me have a look.

- You poor thing. - Oh God!

Serve you right for hanging out with girls.

Oh God!

Orked... Oh God!

You asked for it.

Try again.

I broke this leg before.

Orked.

You'd better go or your mum will be worried.

Bye, Mukhsin.

I want to tell you something about your daughter, Orked.

Can you believe it? She threw my son's bag out of a bus.

That girl needs sorting out.

Orked!

Orked!

Greet the guests.

If you’ll excuse me.

THIS IS THE BOY THAT I HATE. I HATE THIS BOY.

Why did you do this to me?

Now tell me why you threw the boy's bag out the window.

He was bullying one of the smaller kids.

I just gave him a taste of his own medicine.

Taste of his own medicine?

Big phrase...

Big tits!

You're going to get your period soon.

I don't want to use those tampon things that you do, Mum.

Why not? I showed you how easy it was to use.

Yes, but Dad's sister, Auntie Ngah's Joya said that…

tampons make you lose your virginity.

Your Dad's sister is a 40-year old virgin.

What could she possibly know?

Have a drink.

- Have I punished you enough? - Yes.

Thank you.

Are you through beating the child?

Is she still alive?

- Barely. - I see.

I think it's time for us to go.

- You haven't touched your tea. - No, thank you.

I regret making the complaint.

Not at all. It serves her right.

I can't wait for my turn to have a go at the girl.

- Mukhsin. - Yes?

Goodness, how sharply dressed you are.

Are you planning to get married today?

No, of course not.

Are you sure?

How many pounds of grease have you piled on your head?

Look how shiny your forehead has become!

If you stood in the sun long enough,

you could fry an egg on your forehead, Mukhsin.

I'm getting a flare in my eyes just watching you.

- Mukhsin. - Yes?

Where are you heading for?

A friend's house.

Send my regards to Orked.

We've arrived.

- Open it. - Turn off the engine.

Why are you laughing?

- Hurry up. - Let's go.

- Ouch, my hand! - Sorry.

Watch out!

Open it.

Don't knock your head, Mukhsin.

Okay.

Oh, Bujang.

You are truly a disgrace to society.

How far away did you throw Bujang?

It's far, Yam.

About twenty or thirty miles away.

My goodness.

- Oh God. - Did Orked cry?

You know she never cries.

But she was staring out the window a lot.

Poor girl.

- Mrs. Inom, Yam. - Yes?

I think I'll go home now.

It's getting late.

Won't you join us for dinner?

No, it's okay.

Auntie Senah's all by herself at home.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Say hello to her for me. - Take care.

Mrs. Inom.

Please tell Orked I'll take her kite-flying tomorrow.

God's willing, I'll tell her.

Okay. Peace be upon you.

- And unto you too. - And unto you too.

Such a well-mannered boy.

- Let's go in, dinner's ready. - After you, Madam.

You... You go up first.

Orked.

Why does your dad send you to a Chinese school?

I have no idea.

Maybe he wants me to learn Chinese.

Why would he want you to learn Chinese?

I guess because I can already speak Malay.

- Hello. - Hello.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- How do you do? - How do you do?

My name is Mukhsin.

My name is Mukhsin.

You look very nice today.

You looks very nice today.

Without 'S'. You look very nice today.

You look very nice today.

- Very nice. - Very nice.

How about a smile?

I miss Bujang.

Dear!

- Dear. - Yes?

Dear.

What is it?

Go get my kites, please?

What for?

Those poor kids are trying to fly their kite, but not successfully.

They've got a kite made of newspapers.

Where did you put it?

I don't recall. Go look for them.

What's it worth?

I'll show you later.

We're here.

We have a lot to carry.

Well, hurry up.

Rozie, I'm off.

Darling?

I'm making cockles sambal for dinner.

I'll be late tonight. You go ahead and have dinner with Ayu, okay?

Thank you.

That's quite a load.

Oh God.

You're not so light anymore.

May I have a kiss, Darling?

- Oh my. - Oh my.

- Take off your slippers. - Don't forget to take it off.

- Mukhsin? - Yes?

- Please ride carefully. - Okay.

Don't do what my husband did.

Frightened the living daylights out of me.

We'll take our leave.

- Peace be upon you. - And unto you too.

Orked.

Would you promise me something?

Promise what?

Promise me…

you won't cut your hair.

We'll see.

Hey. Wake up, little girl.

- We're here to re-possess the sofa. - Get up.

Why would you want to do that?

Your dad missed out on three months' installments.

Get up from there.

Couldn't you wait until he gets home?

My boss has given him five warnings.

Get up.

- No! - Get up.

- Get up. - No!

If you don't get up, we'll carry you off into the truck, along with the sofa.

Go right ahead.

- What? - Go ahead.

- Go ahead? - Go ahead then.

Take her along.

- Hurry up and help. - That hurts!

I'll tell Dad you hit me.

It hurts.

How can we make money if you keep taking it away from us?

Timah!

Oh, Ms. Timah!

Hey, little girl. Do you have a sister?

Yam!

Oh Fatimah, my fair maiden

Hush! My baby's sleeping.

May I borrow some tamarind, Fatimah?

- Tamarind? - I've run out.

- How many do you need? - About two or three pieces.

- Yam! - Go get her.

Go!

- What are you cooking? - Don't know yet. I'm tired of cooking.

Yam!

Hey, Orked.

My mum says your dad shouldn't buy furniture he can't afford.

I'll return them after I've used them.

Cheeky woman!

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

They've taken the sofa.

Dear, haven't you paid the sofa installments?

Not as such.

So, what now? You never listen to me.

Let's just get a new set from a different shop.

How much longer will we keep changing sofas?

I've found twelve sofa shops in this town.

If they keep re-possessing our sofas every three months,

we have 36 months.

For three years we'll have a new sofa every three months. Isn't that nice?

Yes, lovely.

Well,

I'd rather lie on cold cement, buck naked,

than be forever in debt like this.

Good idea. I'll be lying right next to you.

Don't get cheeky with me.

Orked.

Yes?

Shall we go watch football?

Okay.

Can we take Mukhsin?

You mean that handsome son-in-law of mine?

Don't be funny.

Let's go look for your mum.

Your mum!

Hey, your mum!

Is she here?

Where?

There. Your mum!

Hello, peace be upon you.

Grandma, it's Hussein here.

May I speak with my mum, please?

Please, Grandma. I just want to have a word with her.

Tell her just a word.

Okay.

Hello, Mum.

Hello?

Hello?

Isn't that chocolate a bit too thick?

I like it thick.

If it's too thin, it'll be further diluted by the milk.

When it's thick like this.

Some of it will mix in with the milk,

but some won't.

So when you eat it…

I'm a little nervous. Haven't seen you for so long.

When you eat this ice cream, there'll be many flavours.

See.

The bitter of the chocolate,

the sweetness of the milk.

And there'll be the bitter sweetness of chocolate mixed in with milk.

That's how it is.

One ice cream, many flavours.

It's delicious.

Done.

How far have you gone? Have you reached Bidor?

Mukhsin is getting along so well with your Orked.

Sometimes I feel sorry for him.

- Why? - His mum's run away.

He never really got to know her.

She ran away when he was young to escape her abusive husband.

He can't even rely on his older brother.

And Hussein...

He is mostly angry with his dad.

- Yeah. - Right?

And what he's searching for is really just his mum.

Poor him.

That's why I'm glad that at least Mukhsin has Orked.

You know, in our village,

Mukhsin mostly plays by himself.

Poor boy.

And now he's found a soul-mate.

Orked's parents, on the other hand, are inseparable like mud crabs.

They're all over each other all the time.

When I first started working here, they made my skin crawl.

Why?

They even bath together!

You're mischievous.

But I guess you get used to it, after a while.

And now, the family of Ahmad Hashim, better known as Uncle Atan.

Will give their rendition of.

"Fishes From The Sea".

- Ready, guys? - Ready.

Three, go.

A song sung softly

Riding on the back of a wind will be heard from afar

Fishes from the sea

Spices from the land

Why isn't Mukhsin singing along?

I'm afraid I don't sing very well, Uncle Atan.

Don't worry. Just sing along with us, and you'll be all right.

Three, go.

Fishes from the sea

Spices from the land

Together in a kitchen

- Making magic in a pan - One more time.

Fishes from the sea

Spices from the land

Together in a kitchen

Making magic in a pan

Oh God.

Oh no.

- We're here. - Hey.

What are you up to?

Just about to burn some leaves.

- Bye, Mukhsin. - Bye.

- Won't you come in? - Next time. It's almost dusk.

- Okay. - Peace be upon you.

And unto you too.

Thank you.

Mukhsin.

Are you wearing your brother's shirt?

Better not let him find out.

Better take it off and fold it back nicely before he gets back.

What are we waiting for? Read it.

"I seek protection with the Lord, from Satan the cursed."

- Mukhsin. - Yes?

After we're done,

take off your shirt so I may sew the torn bits.

Let's continue.

"In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful."

"Woe is to a slanderer backbiter."

"Who gathered wealth and kept it counted."

"Does he think that his wealth will make him immortal?"

"Never, he shall be surely thrown into the crusher."

"And what made you known what is the crusher?"

"Allah's fire that is blazing."

"One which shall rise over the hearts."

"Undoubtedly, it will be closer in on them."

"In long columns."

Clever boy.

Not really, I always make mistakes.

You'll get better with practice.

Did you hear that, Orked?

Grandma, may I?

Why won't my mum speak to me?

Grandma?

How much do you want?

Looking at you makes me angry.

You're playing hard to get.

GAMIN GUESTHOUSE

In the name of God.

Watch this.

First, step on this.

Then pull yourself onto this.

Next, step on this, and hoist yourself up.

Okay.

Help me out, okay?

- Okay. - Oh God.

Very nice.

That's right.

Put your foot here. Be careful.

Okay. Here.

Pull yourself up.

Okay.

Orked?

Yes?

I'll be going back to the village next week.

And I'll be going back to school.

You'll come back for the next holidays, won't you?

I'm not sure because my dad plans to take Auntie Senah home with us.

But you'll be back, won't you?

Don't worry.

I'll get my parents to take me to you, okay?

Thank you.

There's a water tank behind your house, right?

We could climb it and get to the rooftop of your house.

Bad idea. I climbed it once and fell,

and got a scolding from Yam.

And when I told my mum about the scolding,

she caned me for snitching on Yam.

And your dad?

He just laughed at me.

He did it so I too would laugh and not cry.

Orked.

Yes?

What is it?

What is it?

Don't touch me like that. It tickles.

Where do you think you're going?

Come here.

Why are you wearing this old t-shirt?

I was going to use it to wipe the furniture.

Don't you have any other clothes?

But I like it.

Where to now?

To play Long Pole.

Run along then.

- Okay. Peace be upon you. - And unto you too.

Look! Orked's dressed just like Mukhsin.

You're right.

Why are they wearing those clothes?

They're hugging. How disgusting!

They can't do that!

They can't do that!

They have no shame!

Orked!

Orked!

You get out of here!

Didn't I tell you girls would only bring trouble?

- You! Get up. You take Orked's place. - How disgusting!

It's disgusting the way they were hugging.

Serves her right!

Continue playing. Hurry up!

Watch him. Amirul, go get him.

What's this business of pointing with the lips?

Will one for you please go comfort the poor child? She's so upset.

Oh God!

Orked.

Tomorrow, there's a match between Sekinchan and Rengit.

Shall we go watch the game?

Please don't be sad.

Orked?

Orked?

- Mukhsin. - Yam, is Orked around?

She's…

She's not home, Mukhsin.

She's gone to watch football.

It's okay. Please give this kite to her.

- A kite? - Yes.

- Did you make this yourself? - Yes.

How clever of you.

- Thank you, Yam. - You're welcome.

- Peace be upon you. - And unto you too.

Darling.

Come and sit here for a moment, please.

Sit here for a while, please.

Am I so repulsive that you won't sit next to me?

Please sit.

You wanted me to cook like your mother,

so I learned from her.

You wanted children.

I gave you one. We're into our second child now.

Please help me understand why you want to take on another wife.

I promised her parents I'd marry her.

I'll be back in a week.

Orked.

Orked.

Orked.

Can't you hear Mukhsin calling?

Orked.

Orked.

Hey, Mukhsin! What are you peeping at from up there?

Nothing.

What's that stuff thing you have in your pocket?

There's nothing in my pocket.

Don't you have anything better to do?

O Allah! Indeed we plead with You prosperity in religion,

world and hereafter, bodily virtue, body health...

additional knowledge, blessings of sustenance,

repent before death, mercy upon death, and forgiveness after death.

O Allah! Let us in the face of death,

salvation from the fire of hell, and forgiveness at the time of hisab.

O Allah, have for all Muslims and Muslim womens

all believers, men and women…

who are still alive as well as those who have died.

O Allah, allow us to live in faith…

allow us to die in faith, allow us to enter Paradise in faith...

Orked.

Orked.

Orked.

Nat King Co-leh...

It's Nat King Cole.

Cole.

Nina Simo-neh...

Nina Simone!

- Nina Simone. - Simone. Yes, Simone.

Nat King Cole.

Nina Simone.

You shut up-eh.

He thinks he's so clever.

Don't leave me

We must just forget.

All we can forget

All we did till now

Let's forget the cost

Of the breath we've spent

Saying words unmeant

And the time we spent

Hours that must destroy

Never knowing why everything must die

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Me. I'll bring back to you

The clear pearls of rain

From a distant domain

Where rain never fell

I'll keep treading the ground

To deck you around in sunlight and gold

I'll build you a kingdom where love is everything

Where love is the king and you are the queen

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

I will cry no more

I will talk no more

Hide myself somehow

And I'll see you smile, and I'll see you dance

And I'll hear you sing, hear your laughter ring.

Let me be for you

The shadow of your shadow

The shadow of your hand

The pet at your command

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me

Hussein is still not back.

He'll be banging on the door at 3am.

Stinking of alcohol and cigarettes.

You'd think after he broke his leg,

he'd be home-bound.

No such luck.

Crawling all over town like there's no tomorrow.

Please don't grow up perpetually angry like your brother.

He's always upset.

I've noticed something amiss…

between you and Orked.

What happened?

Mukhsin?

Mukhsin?

Guess I've been talking to myself all this while.

Hi.

Are you alone?

Is that your boyfriend?

So which one is he?

Is it the crappy yellow one, or the one who's black as a pot?

What's the matter?

Is there no Malay man left in this town?

Are Malay men not good enough for you?

Hello, peace be upon you.

Grandma, it's Hussein.

The devil's child is back.

Are you drunk again?

- Stop talking nonsense! - Hey!

There are only two people on earth who care about you.

It's just me and your mum.

The rest of the world hates you.

My mum's dead.

How do you know?

I called Grandma.

She said my mum committed suicide yesterday afternoon.

Mukhsin, go back to sleep.

Orked.

Orked.

Orked.

It's time for me to go.

My dad is here to take me home.

We'll be leaving in a short while.

Please come outside for a while.

I just need to speak with you.

Orked.

I wrote something...

on the tail of the kite...

that I made for you.

Have you…

read it?

Please don't forget to read it.

Yam.

- Yam! - Yes?

- Yam, where did you put the kite? - Yes?

- The kite? - Yes.

But you didn't want it when I gave it to you.

Yam, please.

Please?

- I threw it away. - What?

It's up there on that shelf.

Were you looking for it with your nose?

- Yam. - Yes?

Please get it for me.

Get it for you?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Yam!

- Please... - Okay...

It's just as well I love you.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Hey!

Who was it that wanted this kite so badly?

Oh dear...

Mukhsin!

Mukhsin!

Mukhsin!

Mukhsin!

Mukhsin!

Mukhsin!

Where do you reckon she hung her clothes?

And you?

Because that's where I'd hang mine.

I never saw him again after that day.

But he never really left me somehow.

I don't suppose he ever will.

I never wrote that story my teacher asked me to either.

But I found an old poem…

which I shared with him.

It read...

"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you,"

"not knowing how blind that was."

"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere."

"They're in each other all along."

We don't always find the one we carry inside us.

But Love is kind.

He gives us second chances.

I found mine.

I hope Mukhsin found his too.

Mega clouds in the sky

A cold breeze was felt

Drizzle everywhere

Like a pearl

Grace is brought along

Its abundance permeates the soul

Sometimes happiness is felt

Even though the grief is still

When it rains

Keroncong song plays in the distance

Melodic rhythm in the square

Humming

Rain wet the earth

Give birth to nobility of character

Strengthening the sacred unity

Eternal love

When it rains

Keroncong song plays in the distance

Melodic rhythm in the square

Humming

Rain wet the earth

Give birth to nobility of character

Strengthening the sacred unity

Eternal love