Kartu Keluarga (2024) s01e01 Episode Script

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THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL.
ANY RESEMBLANCE OF STORY, NAMES,
OR EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
Okay.
Come.
-Come on, Mom!
-Slow down, no need to rush.
Just prepare the folder.
-Come on, Mom!
-Okay, dear.
Let's go.
Oh, you passed with flying colors, huh?
Last year, Jarot was selected
to represent his school
to participate in an Academic Contest
in the regency, sir.
Did you win?
I came second, sir.
Huh?
You live in Bangunrejo?
Yes, sir.
This is unacceptable, Ma'am.
It violates the school zoning rule.
How is it a violation, sir?
Your son cannot apply here, Ma'am.
Due to the difference
in the sub district area.
You are living
in the Jatisari sub district,
while this school is in
the Karangsari sub district.
Please, I beg you, Mr. Principal.
At least this is the same regency.
My son dreams of
continuing his studies here.
I'm really sorry, Ma'am.
But I can't compromise.
Mom.
Please be flexible, sir.
Please assist us.
Please find a solution.
So that my son, Jarot,
can continue his studies here.
Sir,
Jarot is an orphan.
Helping out an orphan is one of
the divine commands, yes?
School zoning is
the government's regulation, Ma'am.
We must abide.
Jarot can only go to school here,
if he lives in
the Karangsari sub district.
Very well, sir. We'll take our leave.
Okay, Ma'am.
Come on, dear.
Rot, you can study in the
nearest schools around, okay?
Yes, Mom.
I'll just pick one school near here.
It's alright.
I'll find you a school,
even better than Teladan Junior High.
It's okay, Mom.
Just the one nearest is fine.
You see, there's no other better school.
Teladan Junior High is the only one
with extracurricular coding.
It's alright, Sri.
Don't be upset.
How can I not be upset?
I feel bad for Jarot.
Just don't you worry.
As for Jarot,
just consider it taken care of.
I'll fix this problem of yours.
What is this?
Excuse me, sir.
This is a little gift from me.
For goodness sake!
Is it not enough?
Take that away now
or I'll report you to the police!
But, sir
I chose the wrong method, Sri.
I should've met him directly at his house.
You failed?
It has to be that CCTV
hanging in his office.
That's why he rebuked me.
He even mentioned
reporting me to the cops.
Everyone has a price, Sri.
I'm sure he's just putting on an act.
It's okay, relax.
I'll get his address no matter what.
Then, I'll offer him even more cash.
No, there's no need to.
I'll just tell Jarot to move
-to move to a school nearby.
-Now, that is one conclusive solution!
I agree!
That way, I won't be troubled, right?
NUSANTARA BATIK WHOLESALE CENTER
I'm sorry, sir!
-Excuse me, sir.
-Sure, ma'am.
-Can I help you?
-I'd like to meet my friend, Tuti.
She does batik wholesale here.
Oh, Tuti? She's inside.
Please come inside.
-Alright. Thank you.
-Yes.
-Excuse me.
-Excuse me.
Gunawan?
You asked for help from him?
What else should I do, Tut?
He's the only person
who frequents my house.
Oh my God, Sri!
You do know,
that there's only
one right thing in Gunawan's life.
That was asking you to be his girl.
Everything else is messed up.
Oh, please.
You know, for his daily life
he asks his mom and dad for money to eat.
So, his money is from his daddy
for his daily expenses.
So, what should I do?
I don't know.
Oh, sir.
Any problems here?
This is Mr. Bardi.
Always giving out solutions.
Right, sir?
Please tell me what the problem is.
Sir, this is my friend. Her name is Sri.
She's a single parent with a son, sir.
His name is Jarot.
He wants to enroll at
Karangsari's Junior High.
Teladan State Junior High School?
-Yes.
-Oh, they're fantastic.
-It's in the same regency as my house.
-But, there's the problem.
Now, there's this
government regulation called
School Zoning, sir.
I've tried begging the Principal
to give special dispensation, sir.
But he rejected it.
Well, we know that
school regulations are made
to be broken, right sir?
Have you tried an alternative solution?
Well, probably
the only solution is
moving where we live
to the Karangsari regency, sir.
Yes, I will probably look for
a rented house nearby,
-to acquire a new Family Register.
-Sri!
Things here are expensive!
Expensive!
I'll tell you what.
What if Sri
is registered in this Family Register?
That's perfect, sir.
Awesome!
-Is it really okay with you, sir?
-Of course.
Pardon me, sir,
-but how much do I have to pay?
-Sri.
Mr. Bardi is the owner of Bardi Batik.
You'll never be able to pay!
Here's the thing, Sri.
Not everything has to be
measured by money.
My intention is sincere.
You are welcome
if you want to be registered here,
so that your son can enroll
in his chosen school.
Please, you're welcome.
-I'm so sorry, sir.
-Just think it through, okay?
-Thank you very much, sir.
-Yes. Carry on, please.
So, Mr. Bardi intends to
put Sri into his Family Register?
Yes, Neighborhood Association Chairman.
Please kindly assist us
as soon as possible.
I get how the world has changed.
-But
-But what, sir?
Mr. Bardi, how can you do this?
I can get condemned for seven generations.
This is a big sin.
Sin?
I don't want to violate religious Sharia.
You're a divorcee.
Okay?
And you're a widow.
If you want
to be on the one Family Register,
well
you both get married first,
then you'll get your Family Register.
That's it.
I see, sir.
That Chairman of the NA
was talking rubbish.
So what if an unmarried man
and woman live under the same roof?
I mean, she could be his employee.
Or his cousin.
Or his servant.
ART. It's called ART now
meaning Household Assistant.
Not servant.
Besides, is a household assistant
included in a Family Register?
Whatever.
But you get my point, right?
-You get it, right?
-Yes.
His mind is all about marriage.
Hey, excuse me, Sri.
But I think that
Chairman of the NA has a point.
What's that supposed to mean, Ti?
You mean I should
get married to Mr. Bardi?
Now you're talking rubbish.
Mr. Bardi has been divorced for ages.
Okay? Now, he lives alone.
There's nobody in his house,
except his employee and gardener.
That's all.
But still, Ti!
It's not an appropriate thing to say.
I can't believe my problem
can only be solved
by getting married to Mr. Bardi.
It's just a fake marriage, right?
The more you talk,
the more nonsense comes out.
It can be arranged, Sri.
It's just a fake marriage.
I don't want to.
The school's registration
is about to close.
Forget about your relationship
with Gunawan. It's going nowhere!
Just think about Jarot,
your son, and his future.
Besides, Gunawan's parents
will never accept you.
You're widow with a son.
What?
Marry?
Yes, sir.
Just a fake marriage, sir.
Just to get Sri citizenship here,
so her son can enroll
into his chosen school, sir.
What do you think, sir?
Will you marry Sri?
It's just a fake marriage, sir.
So Sri can get a Family Register
and her son can get into his dream school.
Alright.
Thank God.
Thank you very much, sir.
Thank you very much, Mr. Bardi.
I was really running out of options, sir.
Because the school's registration
will be closed this Friday.
Yes, no problem.
I'm glad I can help.
-Peace be upon you.
-Peace be upon you too.
Come, Jarot. Here, have a seat.
Yes, Mom.
Rot.
You know my friend named Tuti?
The one who usually
sells batik door to door.
Oh, that Ms. Tuti
who talks like she's hollering?
-That one, right?
-Ssh. Watch your words, child.
So
in her wholesaling place,
there's a gentleman called Mr. Bardi.
His house is nearby
Teladan Junior High School.
Then?
So, Mr. Bardi will
help us out, Rot.
He will put your name and mine
into his Family Register.
Thank you so much, Mom.
Hello?
What is it, Sri?
Is this about Mr. Bardi again?
Well, Tut
I've been meaning to
talk about
-that fake marriage with Mr. Bardi.
-Just relax.
Stop it.
Tomorrow, we'll see Mr. Bardi, okay?
We'll talk and reach
a conclusion together.
Relax, Mr. Bardi is like a pawnshop.
He solves problems
without making new ones.
-Okay.
-Okay, I want to go to sleep.
Alright? See you tomorrow, okay?
Bye, gorgeous.
Sir, congratulations.
Go on!
Thank you very much, sir.
Yes.
All clear.
Mr. Bardi, just relax.
For you, I can do anything.
That's why,
you don't need to come to my workplace.
Let me come here instead.
Hold on.
A word please?
What is it?
Something I want to discuss.
What is it?
Here's the thing, sir.
So, she's the one, yes?
But not even a letter
from the NA Chairman.
How can I register this
to the Religious Affairs Office?
That's impossible, sir.
-Just assist us.
-Huh?
Okay? We need this urgently.
Right?
Sure, but
The District Office won't go easy
on last minute matters.
-Exactly.
-Everything all at once, no way.
-They'll need several days, at least.
-Okay.
Okay, you only have two days,
because the school's registration
will be closed in three days.
At the very least, the District Office
needs some time to process
-recent documents or legalities.
-Precisely.
That's it. Now please help us out, okay?
Of course.
Sure, I will help you.
Okay.
Now
this is for your family. Okay?
Oh, merciful God.
-Thank you so much, sir.
-No problem.
-Yes.
-Come.
So
So, everything's been sorted out.
Yes.
No problem.
Thank you so much. Now, please.
Finish it off.
-You mean drink it all?
-Yes.
Sure, sure.
-Mr. Bardi.
-Yes.
We need more cash.
-To pay witnesses.
-No, no!
No more cash. Here, let me do the signing.
Hey, this is still Indonesia.
Only men can be witnesses.
It can't be women.
-Oh, what a coincidence then.
-Huh?
Now, this is what I call destiny.
Don't stress yourself out.
Hold on.
Holding your breath, huh?
Take a look at this.
-What!
-What?
-How's this possible?
-Of course it is!
The ID card doesn't matter anymore.
What matters is,
I can use this in a pawnshop.
Gosh.
-This is so wrong!
-Now where's Sri's document?
Let me sign it.
How's this even possible?
So, your gender is male?
Forget it. It doesn't matter.
As long as I can use it in a pawnshop.
-Surprised?
-Hm, no
Me too.
Ouch!
Come on, Sri!
Come, come!
-Where are we going?
-Come on, while there's still time!
-Hurry where?
-Just come.
Let's go.
-Come on!
-Tut! Wait!
-Where are we going?
-Now what, Sri?
You're going to the
Religious Affairs Office tomorrow.
Even though this is staged,
you need to look pretty. Okay?
Come on!
No more question. Come on.
We should've taken an ojek instead.
Ouch.
I can't wait to see you all dolled up.
-Wedding dress.
-Right.
Come, come.
Hurry.
Okay.
Come.
Here comes the new bride.
Oh, stop it.
Here, here.
Let me look.
This is cool. The color's pretty
-I don't like it, Tut.
-How can you not like it?
This one's a no? No, too plain.
Try this on.
Oh, I thought it was a breast cloth.
This is a skirt.
I forgot.
Men's clothing.
Smile.
Aren't you pretty now?
-Put this on to be cuter.
-Oh, stop it, Tut.
Then I'll wear this.
It'll be like your status. A widow.
Sri!
Like it?
-Mister Ambardi.
-Yes.
I hereby marry you off
to Sri Widuri,
daughter of Slamet,
with the dowry of
one sheet of
Sido Mukti batik tulis in cash.
Think of Jarot, Sri.
I'll repeat.
Mister Ambardi.
Yes.
I hereby marry you off
to Sri Widuri,
daughter of Slamet,
with the dowry of one sheet of
Sido Mukti batik tulis in cash.
I accept the marriage of Sri Widuri,
daughter of Slamet,
to me, Ambardi,
with said dowry in cash.
Verdict?
-It's valid.
-Valid.
Thank goodness, Sri.
Finally, you're officially Mrs. Bardi now.
Thank you so much, Mr. Bardi.
We still have a lot
of pending matters, Sri.
We need to visit the Chairman's place
to acquire the Family Register.
But, I feel a bit awkward with him.
Don't worry. I'll be on your side.
I'm sure we can act like
a good couple in front of him.
-Peace be upon you.
-Peace be upon you too.
-Mr. Bardi.
-Mr. Chairman.
Please come in, Ma'am. Please.
-Please come.
-Than you, Mr. Chairman.
-Please have a seat.
-Alright.
Now, this is more like it!
Splendid.
Okay, here.
I've prepared
a new Family Register.
I've already signed it.
You just need to
have it stamped from the District Office,
and you're done. Okay?
-Yes.
-Yes, Mr. Chairman.
-Let's go.
-What's the rush?
Actually, we still have
more matters to attend to.
We just arranged
some time to visit your house.
Afterward, we need to
take care of other things.
Thank you, Mr. Chairman.
Well, okay.
-Peace be upon you.
-Peace be upon you too.
I see we have guests from afar.
This is my wife.
She just got back from recitation.
Have a seat, dear.
-This is Mrs. Bardi.
-Oh, is this the new bride?
-Congratulations.
-Yes.
Looks like they're still bashful.
Like going back to teen romance, right?
-Mr. Bardi, Mrs. Bardi.
-Come on, stop it.
Don't tease them.
Excuse my wife, she's a mischievous one.
It's alright, Ma'am.
Ma'am, why don't you join
our neighborhood gathering?
We gather on
the first Friday of every month.
Join me, okay Ma'am?
Thank you, Ma'am.
But, Ms. Sri still has
her daily routines, so
she probably won't join this week.
Okay.
Hold on.
You're married, right?
Why address her as "Miss"?
Are you older?
-Yes. I'm younger, sir.
-Younger!
Dear, please. They're newly wed.
They can't be like us,
saying "Dear" all the time.
Ma'am, so where do you work daily?
-In a batik shop, Ma'am.
-Oh.
-Traditional batik tulis.
-Okay.
We usually do orders for hotels in Jogja.
No wonder, this is destiny.
The husband has a boutique
and the wife is good at doing batik tulis.
Speaking of a perfect match.
-Yes.
-Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Chairman.
-Yes.
-Listen, Mr. Bardi.
Just don't
hesitate, okay?
Whenever you need something, just call me.
-Sure.
-Also, I
have some Arabian honey.
It works like a charm!
Mrs. Bardi, don't hesitate
to ask me for a chant
to be blessed with a child, okay?
Sure, sure.
-Thank you, sir and ma'am.
-Yes.
I pray for you to have
a good married life
-Yes.
-in harmony, peace, and love.
That you will soon be
blessed with offspring
fateful to God, who contribute to the
religion, nation, and country.
-Amen.
-Amen. Yes, sir.
-Thank you, sir, ma'am.
-Yes, please.
Please.
Peace be upon you.
I made myself clear before.
I can't break the rules.
I cannot accept your son into this school.
Because both of you
don't live in Karangsari.
Here. Please, take a look.
We have moved to Karangsari.
And that is our new Family Register.
This quick?
Well, today is the last
day of registration, right?
I can't accept this
Family Register if it's forged, Ma'am.
I guarantee it's authenticity 1000%.
I had my marriage ceremony
in the Religious Affairs Office yesterday.
The point is, be good in class.
Dad?
-Mrs. Dayat?
-Mrs. Yuni!
Oh my God! How are you, Ma'am?
Mr. Dayat is still the Chairman, right?
You guys are well?
No Covid, right?
-Peace be upon you, Bu Yuni.
-Oh, yes!
Peace be upon you too.
You look more dazzling. More glowing.
Mr. Dayat is one fine gentleman!
Oh, sorry!
Care to share your chant, please?
What chant, Ma'am?
I'm still young, you know.
I can still engage in a relationship.
Are you married again?
Oh, curious, huh?
-Itching to know?
-Absolutely!
Let's chat and walk, okay?
It's scorching here. Come on!
Oh, Ma'am.
So, is it true? You're married again?
-Nosy, huh?
-It's not like that.
But, that means Mr. Bardi
and you have finally moved on.
Bardi moving on? How?
Listen, deep down in Bardi's heart
there's only me and me alone. Yuni.
That's why he's still a widower today.
-You haven't heard that he's remarried?
-Huh?
Yes! Mr. Bardi is officially married now.
Even his wife has been
registered in the Family Register.
You know, his wife is still young
and she's a real stunner.
-Cut the rubbish, Ma'am!
-I'm not talking rubbish. That's a sin.
Married?
It's just fake. It's not for real.
Fake how?
Marriage is marriage, Sri!
Relax, okay? Calm down.
I only went through
a staged marriage with Mr. Bardi.
-It's a fake marriage.
-Sri.
You can't do this to me.
You're my love.
Here. Read this.
That's a statement that me and Mr. Bardi
-only have a fake marriage.
-No way!
I don't care, you have to
nullify this statement right now.
Why should I nullify it?
Give me one reason,
why I should nullify this marriage.
It's my heart, Sri!
My heart shattered in pieces!
Then what about my feelings as a mother?
I'm doing all this
for the sake of Jarot's future.
What's the flaw in my love to you?
All this time I've been faithful to you,
even though I'm still a virgin
and you're a widow with a son!
Hey!
This, right here, is the reason why I
keep going back and forth with you.
That's why I can't fully accept
your love until now.
Sri, I've been doing
my best all this time.
I do it all to win your love.
You know that, right?
Both my parents have never
consented to our relationship.
But, I don't care!
Because I'm not Siti Nurbaya.
Here. This is clear evidence.
This statement proves
that my marriage with Mr. Bardi
-is only a fake.
-How is it fake?
You did go to the
Religious Affairs Office, right?
-At least I don't stay there, right?
-Unacceptable, Sri.
No matter what, you need to
nullify this statement right now!
-I can't!
-Nullify it!
I can't, okay! I'm doing this for Jarot!
You know I'm doing this so that
I can obtain a new Family Register,
so my son can enroll
into his dream school.
Sri Widuri, nullify it!
Then, what about my son's school?
There's plenty of other schools
better than Teladan Junior High!
-I will find one!
-Fine.
If you can't understand my hardship, fine.
Do whatever you like.
Sri.
You really don't care about me?
I'm sorry.
But I'm doing this for my son.
Oh, God.
Even ducks have their partners.
But me?
Sri, Sri.
How could you do this to me?
God is the greatest.
-Dear.
-Hmm.
This is bad.
What do you mean bad?
I bumped into Mrs. Yuni earlier.
You know, Mr. Bardi's ex.
Well, that's good, right?
We need to maintain our relationship.
Listen, dear.
We have to be faithful to Allah.
By maintaining relationships,
Allah may prolong our life.
That's it.
The problem is,
you know how Mrs. Yuni is, right?
Don't talk so negatively.
It's true. Mrs. Yuni still believes
that Mr. Bardi's heart
is solely for her alone.
And you know what's even worse?
What?
She didn't know that
Mr. Bardi is married again.
She said nothing.
But her face! Dear God, her face!
-What was with her face?
-It was red, like she would explode!
I'm worried that Mrs. Yuni
might verbally assault Mrs. Bardi.
This can potentially disrupt
the peace of NA 007 citizens.
-Right, dear.
-Then I'll have to do something.
-Yes, please be hurry.
-Yes. In God's name.
Hey, put your pants on properly!
Yes!
What are you doing here?
So, the debtor turns
out to be more feisty?
Look at your debt record!
You haven't paid a single dime
for that batik shirt you bought!
Two months have passed!
I don't have any money.
Oh, despite knowing your penniless
you're still ballsy enough to buy a shirt!
Whatever, I don't have any money.
Period! Now scram!
-Peace be upon you.
-Peace be upon you too, Mr. Chairman.
Is Mr. Bardi here?
He just went downtown to trade, sir.
Oh.
-Yes.
-Mrs. Bardi?
Mr. Bardi divorced Mrs. Yuni ages ago.
How come you don't know this?
Not Mrs. Yuni.
This is the new Mrs. Bardi.
Mr. Bardi's new wife.
-Who?
-Ms. Sri!
Ms. Sri?
Oh, so Ms. Sri is Mr. Bardi's new wife?
-You're here everyday, right?
-Yes, sir.
-You work here, right?
-Yes.
-Then how come you don't know?
-Oh!
No wonder, Ms. Sri always brings food
every day when she comes here.
-What? You said every day?
-Yes.
-She comes every day?
-Yes, sir.
-You mean she doesn't live here?
-No, sir.
So, how did it go?
Bad, dear.
Mrs. Yuni went berserk
on the new Mrs. Bardi?
Worse than that.
What is it now, dear?
I don't know yet.
But, it's odd
that Mr. Bardi's employee
doesn't know that Ms. Sri is
-Mr. Bardi's wife.
-What?
And to make matters more complicated
they're newlyweds
but they don't live under the same roof.
Then why did they come yesterday
hoping for a quick new Family Register,
-if they don't live together?
-I'm worried
that their marriage is in trouble.
Then what should we do, dear?
What is this?
TO BE CONTINUED