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0:07 [Water rippling] "Before there was Paragon" "Before there was Wardah" "Before there was Putri" "There was Nur" "This is the story of Nurhayati Subakat" "A story in 3 eras" "Paragon Corp presents" "A film by Wahana Kreator" [Music playing]
1:00 [Treadmill whirring] [Nur sighs heavily] Peace be upon you. And upon you be peace. Sari, aren't we supposed to meet at the office?
1:48 "positive for lung cancer" "stage 4" I seek the forgiveness of Allah. [Nur exhales] Mom. The result came out yesterday. Mom, there is this reputable doctor at Penang. [Salman exhales, sniffling]
2:35 Dad, what are we going to do? Okay, then. Let's set up a meeting with the doctor. Okay. Let's go. [Music playing] Let's go, dear. [Birds chirping]
3:23 [Music playing] [Nur exhales heavily] [Music playing] The doctor is excellent, Mom. He is a friend of mine. [Documents shuffles]
4:12 Mom? Are you mad at me? [Nur exhales] [Music playing] Harman, Salman! Don't run, please! Harman!/Come here! Sari! Sari, slow down. Come here! Brother! [Children exclaiming playfully] Got you! Got you! Got you! Got you! I got you once, Sari! Run, run, run! [Nur] Is there any other colors beside that? [Children continues playing] Hey, stop, stop, stop! Salman, Harman, Sari...
4:59 Do you want to see my kids back in village? Of course! Really? Let us see. There you go. See? Woaaah! They look just like you, right?/They look just like us! Just like Harman, Uncle! Yes. But why are Uncle's children in the village? Yes. My kids are indeed back in the village. That's why I came here to work, so that I can save some money, so that they can go to school, so that later, I can go home to them. Oh.../Mr. Ilyas, is this all? Are you poor, Uncle? Why do you have to keep saving money? Salman! That's a ridiculous question./You can't do that. I was just asking? [Power cuts out] Wait, what? It's so dark./Oh no, the power's out. What should we do? [Bottle thuds softly] [Bottle being opened]
5:47 [Bottle being closed] [Nur scribbling] Maybe take off your prayer veil first, dear. [Cricket chirping] Here. [Glass clinking] Smell it, dear. See if you like it. [Subakat sniffs] Hm? It smells good. Just like you. Dear. Please, be serious, I'm working. I'm serious. See? It smells good just like you.
6:40 [Bottle being closed] Managing a business is tiring, isn't it? [music playing] Is there any job that isn't tiring? That's true. What matters is that we are happy while doing it, right? Later, when we go to hajj, in front of the Kaaba, let's pray that we receive more energy from Allah. This reminds me of my Mom.
7:28 Back then, when Dad was tired from selling stuff, and when we, kids, were tired from school, Mom made it a must for us to go on a trip to Singkarak Lake. Hmmm. So that we did not feel overwhelmed. There! While we're at it, let's pray that we can have a swimming pool. So if you ever feel overwhelmed, you can swim as long as you like. There's no space for that. Don't you see our warehouse there? That's our warehouse, we'll tear it down. Then, where will the warehouse be? We will build it on our new land later. [Joyful music playing]
8:15 If God is willing, I'm sure your new warehouse will be even bigger than this one. Amen, Ya Allah./Amen. [Salman grunting] Ouch. Be careful. [Harman grunting] There's load of stuff. I can't do this anymore. Slow down, slow down! My gosh. Why are you carrying it on your head?/Mom, please, hurry! Okay, hold on, hold on. Thank you, Salman. Put it there. There, Sari. [Gate creaking] Mrs. Nur, I already told you that it won't sell well here. The people that come here only buy well-known shampoos. That's okay, Miss. Thank you, Miss Ani. Mrs. Nur, I suggest selling those at salons instead, they would do better. I used to work at one. Salon? Yes.
9:01 It's okay, Miss. Let me try selling it first. Listen, Mrs. Nur, I know a salon owner. I can ask for his help. I feel bad for troubling you. No trouble at all. You need a salesperson. That's okay. Thank you, Miss. I'll go first. Okay, then, if you need anything, just let me know. Okay. Let's go, come on. Harman, Salman, Sari... Where are we going, Mom? Be careful. Yes, dear. Afternoon, Ma'am./Bye, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. We're going to go, Ma'am. Peace be upon you. And upon you be peace. [Car starts] Wait, I'll close this first. Let's go. Is it in bulk? Gosh. No, Sir. This is a good yet affordable product. Ma'am, this salon uses expensive products. Please, sell those somewhere else.
9:48 [Hairdryer buzzing] Ina! Here. Don't do this again next time, why must I be the one to fill it up? I'm sorry, Sir. I'm the owner, you know. Sir! Please, listen to me first. This is a homemade product, but the quality is as good as big brands, and the price is affordable. This is an expensive salon, Ma'am. If you can, just offer those to that salon across the street, the small one. Yes? Okay? Okay. Sir, Sir, if you can, try it first? Here. Ma'am, let me tell you something. I built this salon from scratch. I can't possibly just use any product. [Ronggur] Hey! [Ronggur] What are you doing here? Move aside. Sir, please try it.
10:33 I'll give it for free. [Ronggur exhales] Putri. Is there any ad for this? Yes, there is. Where is it? This is me, advertising it to you. [Ronggur snickers] No. [Music playing] [Salon door opens] [Traffic moving along the street] [Car door opens] Sari, go slowly, please. Yes, Mom.
11:25 Mom, why are you selling shampoos? You are wearing a hijab. Do you think people who wear a hijab don't wash their hair? I thought people wear a hijab so they wouldn't have to. Maybe you're the one who doesn't like to wash your hair! Maybe you are! Not me, I get my hair washed by Mom everyday! It's not like that, Salman. In you go. Yes, Mom. All done? Yes, Mom. In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. I want to open the door.
12:10 Peace be upon you. Good afternoon. It's free. Please, try it, Ma'am. I can't, Miss. My boss will get mad at me. Okay, then. Thank you, Ma'am. Harman, Salman, Sari, let's go. Yes, Mom. Thank you. Excuse me, Ma'am. Come on, come here. Thank you. Please, try it first, Ma'am. I made them myself, Ma'am. It's a good product. Sorry, Miss. We still have a lot. [Hairdyer buzzing] Okay, then, thank you, Ma'am. Peace be upon you. Come on, let's go. Let's go. Harman, Salman, come. Salman! Let's go. Salman, let's go. Mom. [Nur and the children chattering]
12:57 Where? Is there really? That's just now. [Salman laughs] [Children exclaiming] Sari! Sari! Sari, slow down, my dear! Sari! Slow down. You have to catch me first! Hey! Mom! I'm thristy! I'm hungry. Don't you want to eat at home? No! But I'm hungry now, Mom! [Children whining] Oh. Okay, then. Let's eat here. I want one fried noodle with fried egg, please. Wait a moment, okay, Kid? Mom, feed me, please. Okay. Here, let me feed you. Come.
13:42 Here we go. This one? Yes. Here you go, Kid. Thank you, Ma'am. You're welcome. [Cutlery clinking] Hmmm. [Music playing] Mom! How much rice grain do you need? [Rice grain shuffling] Wait a moment, Nur. Let me see. Fauziah! Please dry all of our nutmegs! Mom, is this enough? Peace be upon you.
14:28 And upon you be peace. Nur, Dad is leaving for the store, okay? Dad, tomorrow, we are going to Lake Singkarak, right? Yes, Nur. I'll go first, okay? Take care, Dad. Peace be upon you. And upon you peace. Got you! [Children playing] Give salaam. Yes, Dad. [Grass rustling] Muslim! Maimunah! Be careful!
15:16 Muslim! Maimunah! [Resmi, Muslim, and Maimunah playing] Mom, I'm hungry. Hungry? Please, be patient. Nur. Let's go. Mom. Let's just eat the side dishes, Mom. It's okay, Mom. [Wood creaks] I'm embarrassed, Mom. You must believe
16:02 that humans are inherently good, Nur. You can be embarrassed if you steal. Are we stealing? Mom. [Knocking on door] Peace be upon you. [Door opens] And upon you be peace. How can I help you, Ma'am? Sorry, Ma'am. We are from Padang Panjang. On a trip to the lake. We didn't have time to cook earlier, but we brought our own rice.
16:49 May we cook at your house, Ma'am? [Cutlery clinking] [Water rippling] Your mother is smart, Nur. Smart? That's reckless, Dad. [Muin laughs] Ma'am, I really don't have anything that I can cook. That's okay, Ma'am. Let me give some to you. What do you need other than rice? There are many kinds of skills, Nur. Your mother is good at seeing the best in others.
17:35 Your aunt is good at cooking. Your headmaster, Mrs. Rahmah, is good at establishing Diniyyah Puteri. There is also a woman who is good in academic studies. Who is it, Dad? Duktur Zakiah. [Glass being stirred] Who is that, Dad? [Muin drinks] Duktur Zakiah is the first Minang woman to earn a doctoral degree at Al-Azhar, Kairo. How about me, Dad? [Muin laughs] You are good at standing by your principles, Nur. If you want something, it will be hard for others to sway your heart. Let's go, Ma'am.
18:24 Stop with the excuse! It's true. [Door opens] I seek forgiveness from Allah! I already told you, I don't want to buy it. [Door opens] Ronggur. Ani. Is there anything Ronggur can help you with, Ani? Why didn't you buy my friend's shampoo? Well, your friend wears a hijab, Ani. How can she be selling shampoo? I seek forgiveness from Allah. So, you, a man, should not open up a salon then, right? That's not what I meant, Ani. What I meant... I guarantee you all of your customers will like my products. How would I know? [Hairdresser massaging the customer's head] This smells nice. What other products do you have, Sis? There's a lot more, Miss. There's shampoos, conditioners, everything.
19:12 I love the result so much! Thank you, Sisters! Ronggur, I'm going to go, okay? Bye!/Bye, Yul! [Customer laughs happily] [Music playing] Mrs. Nur, if it sells well, I'll order again, okay? Thank you, Ronggur. Ani, don't forget about our promise, okay? Okay, Ronggur. [Nur and Ani giggling] Thank you so much, Miss Ani. No need. I'm happy to help. [Music playing] Praise be to God. Please check it again, okay? Okay, will do, Ma'am. Has my accounting book been found? Oh, yes, Ma'am. Here you go, Ma'am.
19:57 Is anyone still inside? It's already empty, Ma'am. Okay. Please, come with me downstairs to meet the new employees. Yes, Ma'am. [Door creaks] Ma'am, I'm going to go downstairs. The factory is up there, this one is the warehouse. This way, please. [keys clinking] Good morning, Ma'am. Good morning, Sir. Here is the key./Okay, thank you. I'll go to the factory./Okay. This is Mr. Cipto. [Warehouse's door opens] [Lightswitch clicks] There, please help me put stikers on the bottles, Ladies. Sorry we have to start this early, blessings must be seized, right? Yes, Ma'am. [Electrical fuse short-circuiting] [Lights cuts off] Huh? Why did the light go out? What happened?
20:43 [Fire crackling] [Fire whoosing] [Door creaks open] [Cipto coughs] What is this smell? Ma'am, can you please check what happened outside? Yes, Ma'am. [Distant shouting] I seek forgiveness from Allah! Oh, God! [Dramatic music playing]
21:28 [Wind blowing] [Inaudible] I seek forgiveness from Allah! [Fire crackling and panicked shouts] [The residents exclaiming] Let me go! Where are my children? Let me go! Dear! [Water splash] Where are my children? [Fire whoosing fiercely] Fire! Fire!
22:16 Help! Fire! Fire! Help! Istighfar, Ma'am! Just stay here, Ma'am! Istighfar, Ma'am. Fire! Help! Allahu Akbar! The children! Sari! Sari! Sari! Salman! Harman! Come here, Kids! My wife, Sir! Where is my wife? Ma'am! Ma'am! Salman! Salman! My children! There! There my children are!
23:01 Mom! [Dramatic music playing] Help! Are you guys okay? Come on, follow me. [Nur crying] [Fire roaring] How can you do it, Mom? How can you just accept your fate like that? Isn't it not good if we don't try something? [Nur exhales]
23:48 Who said I'm not trying? I just don't want to go overseas. Is there no hospital here? Mom? Mom. We just want you to get the best treatment, Mom. Mom! [Harman exhales] Mom. This is the best option, you know.
24:35 Besides, Sari already knows the doctor. [Fabric rustling] One of you, please keep this fabric safe for me, for when I die. [sad music playing] [Salman sniffles] I bought this fabric when I was little. In my experience,
25:22 buying this on that day is troublesome. [Fabric rustling] [Salman sobbing] Please, forgive me, Mom. This is all my fault. You should have been diagnosed earlier, Mom. [Sari weeping] Enough, dear. Enough. It's not good to blame what's in the past.
26:08 Enough. [Music playing] Forgive me, Mom. Nur, this is the fabric for your Dad. Please, don't sit there, Nur. We would like to move the stairs. Sir! Sir! Please enter from there, Sir. [People sobbing] Let's help. Come on. [Sobbing grows louder]
26:56 Now, we move him. [Sad music playing] [People chattering] Please, be careful! Go slowly.
27:53 [Music playing] [Food seller in distance clinking] Sir, let me help you set up the mattresses. There's no need, Miss. These are the mattresses, right? Just let me and the kids. Have you heard?
28:38 There was a fire last night at the shampoo factory. I heard. But, do you think there were many casualties? I think there might be, Ma'am. That business really has no barakah. Why do you think so? She is a woman, if she was busy managing the company, who would take care of her husband and children? Am I right? It couldn't have been us. [Ladies laughs] Move, Kid. Don't sit at the door, it's not appropriate. Nur, stop daydreaming. Let's open up the store. [Keys jingling]
29:23 [Farming sack rustling] [Rooster crows in distance] Why has Mrs. Nurjanah started selling already? How could she? I seek the forgiveness of Allah. Her husband had just passed away, Ma'am. Yeah, why has she reopened already? By the way, why did her husband pass away? I don't know./Was he sick? I don't know. Poor her, right, Ma'am? [The two people keeps talking] Mrs. Siti. Thank you, Ma'am for opening the store. I don't know where else to go for ingredients. Yes, Ma'am. You're welcome. Thank you, Ma'am. Mom! Mom!
30:09 Did you really lie? What do you mean, Salman? "Was the Putri factory fire staged?" What is it, dear? I seek forgiveness from Allah. Dear... Kids, can you help your Mom clean this up? Yes, Dad./Please, help your Dad, too. Should we just not go for the hajj, dear? I'm afraid people will spread even more false accusations. I feel sorry for our children. You're the one who always says it's not important what people say, what matters is what Allah says.
30:57 Just relax. We are not in the wrong, Nur. This is His trial. You stay calm. Okay? Is it done?/Yes. [Pages flipping] [Music playing] [Nur exhales] [Nur crying] [Paper rustling]
31:42 "Padang 1 High School Registration Sheet" Sis, may I ask for more paper for drawing? Thank you. [Nur exhales] [Nur sobbing]
32:34 Are you okay, Mom? I'm okay, my dear. Come here, my dear. Let me try smelling you. Your hair smells so good. Let's go home. Thank you, Miss./You're welcome, Ma'am.
33:22 Salaam first. Sari. Sir./Okay. Mrs. Nur. [Music playing] Mom. I want to help you make money. Did I ever say anything about needing your help? You've become the talk of the town. Dad's grave hasn't even dried yet, and you had already opened the store. Just because someone had passed away,
34:07 does that mean we have to stop living? This store is not just our family's source of income. This store is a way out for many people. This store is a path of devotion for our whole family. There are many ways for blessings, Nur. [Nur crying] I'm just afraid, Mom. What are you afraid of, Nur? I'm afraid you will live a hard life. Do you think Allah will let us live a hard life? Nur, you should focus on your studies.
34:57 As for me, I should focus on learning to do business. Let's work together to seek divine help, my dear. [Dramatic music playing] I'm sure you will go faraway from here. The important thing is, you remember that you're leaving to come back home. I will surely come home often, Mom. That's not what I meant. I don't mean coming home to Mom,
35:43 but to Allah, Nur. Our family [Sari sobbing] has been through so many trials, and this is one of them. Mom. This is cancer. It means Allah trusts that much that I, that you, that we, that all of us, will surely be able to go through this.
36:35 How can one wants to live comfortably in the world but refuse its trials? Sar. Get up, my dear. Come on.
37:45 [Nur exhales] In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. PT. Pusaka Tradisi Ibu will remain open. Praise be to God. [Workers expresses gratitudes] Because I'm sure, if God is willing, this will bring many benefits for all of us. Amen. [Music playing] We are strong because of Allah.
38:36 And must always be strong. [Nur exhales] [Dramatic music playing] You can't peek, okay? Is it still far, dear?/Yes. So, what name did you give the products? Wardah. Wardah? What does that mean? Rose. Stop, stop, stop!/Oh. A rose? So, it smells nice like you? Stop it!/Are you ready? Can I open my eyes? Not yet, hold on. One, two, there it is. A swimming pool for you. Woaaah! The swimming pool looks so nice!
39:21 Makes me want to jump in! Mom! Mom!/Dad! Mom! Come here! Okay, okay! Wait there. Dear, let's go! I can just jump in!/Wait! Hold your horses! Everyone still hasn't changed into their swimsuits yet. It's okay./May the swimming pool be blessed with barakah! [Subakat and the children screaming joyfully] Are you happy? Yes, I'm happy, Dad! Mom! [Subakat and the children playing happily] [Lake water gently rippling]
40:09 "In Pursuit of Divine Aid"
