Sayang disayang (2013) - full transcript
Sambal Goreng - a traditional dish in the Malay Archipelago - is the metaphor for the sizzle, simmer, spice and flavor of a household wherein resides a Tsunami survivor turned domestic helper who struggles to save her job and her bitter retired employer.
MY BELOVED DEAREST
If you have a wife
Don't let her wear a miniskirt
It's the nature of men
To take a look at such thing
Advanced in years
But young at heart
Were they to see such a thing
It would turn grandpas into babies
Don't you dare to wink
If you love your grandchildren
Don't you dare to laugh
Alas, you already have dentures
Don't you meddle with love
Those bones are already old
Don't you meddle with love
You will make your grandchildren laugh
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Well, that's a tough one
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Hey! Too noisy! Such a ruckus!
If you cooked well,
it wouldn't matter much.
But you're a useless hick!
Hey! Just go back to Aceh
and learn to cook again!
You're just making noise.
Your cooking is flavorless.
Bland like death!
If it were tasty,
I wouldn't be so pissed off!
Let us arrange
The lotuses
Oh, the sacred lotuses
Adornment for the hair
Of the young
Oh, the young princesses
How come other country folk cook well?
Which forgotten tribe do you come from?
If you're going to cook sambal goreng,
make it properly!
Is prawn paste so expensive
that you can only afford to use a little?
If you've run out of salt,
go to the beach at nearby Pasir Ris
and dry up some seawater to make salt!
Give it up, you bimbo!
Now is not the time
To ponder
Oh, not the time to ponder
Let's come together and pick the flowers
If I could walk on my own,
I wouldn't need you.
Can't you earn your keep?
My son is wasting money paying you.
I'd be happy to do my own cooking!
Why are you pondering?
Oh, my dear
So lost in thought
Don't you fall prey
To the temptation of lust
Now is not the time
To ponder
Oh, not the time to ponder
Let's come together
And pick the flowers
The wind blows
A branch breaks, landing on stones
In a graveyard
A startled magpie chirps on and on
Clouds cover darkened skies
A sign that rain will come
Pouring down on the earth
Oh, my beloved dearest
Throwing it away?
Such a waste.
Your boss is very fussy.
I pity you, Murni.
You'll have to return
to the village in four months.
There must be something that can be done!
Yet not forgotten in memories
People say that the door to a man's heart
is through his stomach.
But for almost two years,
your cooking has yet to move him.
Like a ship with no destination
What a shame!
Oh, my beloved dearest
It's a pity that you've yet
to win over your boss' heart.
Murni, you hear me, don't you?
FROM MOKHSIN ADMADJA
3 TANGKAL STREET, BANDA ACEH
You're home!
Any mail for me?
None, sir. Only for me.
Not even mail from Rosli?
None, sir. Only for me.
From Australia!
There is no mail for you
from anyone or anywhere, sir.
Are stamps so expensive?
If it's too much of a bother to write,
just use the phone!
It's simple, no?
With your high salary,
surely you can afford
to buy stamps or pay a phone bill!
I spent thousands on your education.
This is how you say thank you?
Blessed son!
You got with a white Australian
and forgot your family.
You left me here all alone.
It's a sure sign
that I'll have no grandchildren.
I'd rather stay in an old folks' home.
Might as well die penniless!
-Peace be upon you.
-May peace be upon you.
I am calling from Masjid Jamae.
May I speak to Haji... Master Haji Harun?
Haji Harun speaking.
How can I help you, son?
How do you do, Haji Harun, sir?
I'm conveying a message
from the mosque's management committee.
We're organizing
our annual general meeting.
We'd like to extend an invitation to you
for this event.
Praise be to God!
When is this meeting to be held?
It will be the end of the month,
Uncle... Mr. Haji, sir.
If it is God's will.
May He bless me with long life
so that I'm able to attend.
God willing! Thank you, Mr. Haji.
Please don't forget, Mr. Haji.
All of us at the mosque miss you.
Oh, do you? How kind.
So, who will be coming to fetch me?
If you're coming from home,
there'll be nobody to fetch you, Mr. Haji.
You can make your own way here all right?
If necessary, we can reimburse
your transportation expenses.
Mr. Haji?
Hello.
Good afternoon, sir.
Yes, I'm calling from Singapore.
May I speak to Mokhsin?
Mokhsin Admadja.
Yes, he's my nephew.
Sure, I'll hold.
Hello, my dear.
This is your aunt.
Yes, in Singapore.
Have you already forgotten
the sound of my voice?
How are you?
Yes.
Your birthday party?
I would have loved to be there, but...
When did you return?
They're rebuilding the village already?
That's great!
Mokhsin.
I need to go now, I have work to do.
When I get a chance,
I'll call you again, all right?
Okay.
Goodbye, love.
Thank you, sir, for attending our meeting
and sharing your views.
As newbies here, we're grateful
you came to share your expertise with us.
Did you enjoy traveling with your wheels?
Hey, how could you say that?
I really must thank you once again.
You attended our AGMs without fail,
even before your retirement.
Thank you.
Only God can repay your kindness.
All right, thank you all for your company.
-Of course.
-You're welcome, Mr. Haji.
How many grandchildren do you have now?
None. No grandchildren yet.
Rosli doesn't have children.
Now, Rosli is a busy man.
He's an engineer!
The situation is different there.
Haji, I apologize
for what happened earlier.
I told them not to use this mic again.
But they're stubborn.
And when it acts up, I take the blame.
But I'm not the technician.
I appreciate your understanding, Haji.
Okay, I have to get rid
of this old mic now.
Thank you, Haji.
Move aside. Make way.
-Have a safe journey, Haji!
-All right.
-Peace be upon you.
-May peace be upon you.
Come, darling
Come, let's play jump rope
Hold that end
I'll hold this end
Swing, darling, swing
Don't let go
I will jump
So don't let me fall
My wide-eyed darling
If I could send you back today,
this very day, I'd send you back!
Singing and dancing
Hey! I'm furious! Hey!
Go back to your village and learn to cook!
You're pulling at my heartstrings
Laughing on and on
Her heart is full of glee
Come, darling
Come, let's play jump rope
Hold that end
I'll hold this end
Swing, darling, swing
Don't let go
I will jump
So don't let me fall
My wide-eyed darling
Hold the end of the rope
Dancing and singing
Her heart is full of glee
My wide-eyed darling
You're pulling at my heartstrings
Laughing on and on
Her heart is full of glee
Sir.
Let's change your diaper first.
Dinner's ready.
You can eat when we're finished.
I have two months' worth of work
to catch up on.
The agency's sending someone over
first thing in the morning tomorrow.
I can't get through to him anyway.
I didn't even have a chance to see Mom...
because of you.
What's the point
of having such a big Mercedes?
A display of wealth?
If you didn't feel like driving,
you could have taken a taxi.
You're so stubborn.
You knew you weren't well,
yet you rode the scooter anyway.
Why were you so careless with Mom?
My heart yearns for
The one who's long gone
Yet not forgotten
In our memories
Oh, my beloved dearest
My thoughts
Hey, you should be using that.
This is Singapore, not Aceh.
Typical hick. Shameless Acehnese.
I can do whatever I please.
It feels like I'm working in my own home.
It's been one week so far.
Fair enough.
But when you do your own chores,
you don't get paid for it.
This big house has got the works.
But it feels far too quiet.
Here it is
This is the jali-jali
The song is delightful
How sweet its melody is
What's a bit of weariness, really
My dear
As long, sir
As you're filled with glee
The prawn mangoes are the most luscious
Tall are the trees
Its fruit sparse at best
Most joyous
Are the ones who are single, my dear
Toing and froing
At no one's command
Mountains to the right
And mountains to the left
Between them
Lies the jasmine sweet
You're befuddled
Just like me
That makes two of us
Both our hearts are in need
Get us some jali-jali from Cikini, dear
Get us some jali-jali
Then shall I leave thee
Hello?
Hello? Hello?
Hello, Murni? It's Rosli.
Yes, Murni here. How are you, Mr. Rosli?
Forgive me for picking up late.
I don't know which button to press.
No problem, Murni.
I expected you to be busy.
How's my father?
Mr. Harun? He's recovering, thank God.
He can already move his right arm.
Wow, that's good! How's his appetite?
Oh, that's improving, too.
When I started working five months ago,
he'd eat two spoonfuls of rice.
Now he finishes a whole plateful!
I also tried to cook sambal goreng
to entice him.
You said he likes
sambal goreng, didn't you?
Yes, that's right!
My late mother liked to cook
sambal goreng for him.
But he didn't eat it, sir.
He really seems to hate the dish
when I cook it.
Perhaps it's because
I haven't made it in a while.
Maybe it doesn't taste good.
How are you, then?
Any news from Australia?
Oh, everything is good.
But I'm too busy to do my own cooking.
When will you be back
in Singapore on holidays?
You must be homesick.
My work here is never finished.
When things slow down,
I'll visit Singapore.
I can't talk for much longer, Murni.
Lots of work to do.
Take care of the house, all right?
Dad.
You have to eat well
to make a speedy recovery!
Okay. Thank you, Murni. Bye.
When I can, I will call again.
Thank you, too, sir. Bye.
When my heart is yearning
To whom shall I return?
For my heart keeps wondering
And tears flow from my eyes
I'm going to look for...
I can't imagine living out
my last days alone.
To the end of the world
Money is important...
but what good is wealth without love?
For you have forgotten your promise
So I'm rotting here on my own
Yearning, how my heart is yearning
It's unbearable
You've left me all alone
To win over the one being cooked for...
depends not on the taste of the food...
but on the sincerity of the cook.
And which type are you cooking?
A regular sambal goreng
or one for a bride?
It's unbearable
I can't wait to taste
your bridal sambal goreng!
Delicious!
Hey!
What have you served me?
It's completely flavorless!
Remind me why I hired a cook?
She might be from the countryside,
but her sambal goreng tastes so bland!
Mr. Harun? What's wrong?
Enough! I've lost my appetite!
From which village
did your son find this maid, dear?
No one cooks like you, Minah.
I miss your sambal goreng so much.
Mr. Harun, dinner is ready.
There. Please eat, Mr. Harun.
It's your usual meal.
It's lightly drizzling
The teri fish have been salted
Girl, why do you keep crying?
What's gone should be forgotten
Hey, boy
Hey, boy
Cheer up my lonely heart
Please don't tease me
Or my heart will be saddened
Hey, girl, come here
Sing together with me
If I were ever to tease you
Just give me a smack on the head
Going to Ciamis by car
It's possible by horse, too
My sweet Murni, please have a laugh
If you don't want to laugh, then allow me
Dear Harun
Dear Harun
Cheer up my lonely heart
Please don't tease me
Or my heart will be saddened
Singing and dancing
To distract from the sorrow
Let's have a laugh
While awaiting a lover
A kiss on the cheek
So he'll smile again
When the heart is broken
Siti, how do you mend it?
There's no turning back
Let him suffer on his own
Murni, who are you singing with?
Young ladies should never
sing in the kitchen.
It's a sign that you'll marry an old man!
Murni...
will you join me?
If you have a wife
Don't let her wear a miniskirt
It's the nature of men
To take a look at such thing
Advanced in years
But young at heart
Were they to see such a thing
It would turn grandpas into babies
Don't you dare to wink
If you love your grandchildren
Don't you dare to laugh
Alas, you already have dentures
Don't you meddle with love
Those bones are already old
Don't you meddle with love
You will make your grandchildren laugh
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Well, that's a tough one
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Don't play with fire
Or you might get burned
Don't play with fire
If it burns, it'll burn badly
Don't meddle with love
If you're not mature enough
Don't meddle with love
If it hurts, it'll hurt badly
If you have a wife
Don't let her wear a miniskirt
It's the nature of men
To take a look at such thing
Advanced in years
But young at heart
Were they to see such a thing
It would turn grandpas into babies
Don't you dare to wink
If you love your grandchildren
Don't you dare to laugh
Alas, you already have dentures
Don't you meddle with love
Those bones are already old
Don't you meddle with love
You will make your grandchildren laugh
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Well, that's a tough one
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Hey! Too noisy! Such a ruckus!
If you cooked well,
it wouldn't matter much.
But you're a useless hick!
Hey! Just go back to Aceh
and learn to cook again!
You're just making noise.
Your cooking is flavorless.
Bland like death!
If it were tasty,
I wouldn't be so pissed off!
Let us arrange
The lotuses
Oh, the sacred lotuses
Adornment for the hair
Of the young
Oh, the young princesses
How come other country folk cook well?
Which forgotten tribe do you come from?
If you're going to cook sambal goreng,
make it properly!
Is prawn paste so expensive
that you can only afford to use a little?
If you've run out of salt,
go to the beach at nearby Pasir Ris
and dry up some seawater to make salt!
Give it up, you bimbo!
Now is not the time
To ponder
Oh, not the time to ponder
Let's come together and pick the flowers
If I could walk on my own,
I wouldn't need you.
Can't you earn your keep?
My son is wasting money paying you.
I'd be happy to do my own cooking!
Why are you pondering?
Oh, my dear
So lost in thought
Don't you fall prey
To the temptation of lust
Now is not the time
To ponder
Oh, not the time to ponder
Let's come together
And pick the flowers
The wind blows
A branch breaks, landing on stones
In a graveyard
A startled magpie chirps on and on
Clouds cover darkened skies
A sign that rain will come
Pouring down on the earth
Oh, my beloved dearest
Throwing it away?
Such a waste.
Your boss is very fussy.
I pity you, Murni.
You'll have to return
to the village in four months.
There must be something that can be done!
Yet not forgotten in memories
People say that the door to a man's heart
is through his stomach.
But for almost two years,
your cooking has yet to move him.
Like a ship with no destination
What a shame!
Oh, my beloved dearest
It's a pity that you've yet
to win over your boss' heart.
Murni, you hear me, don't you?
FROM MOKHSIN ADMADJA
3 TANGKAL STREET, BANDA ACEH
You're home!
Any mail for me?
None, sir. Only for me.
Not even mail from Rosli?
None, sir. Only for me.
From Australia!
There is no mail for you
from anyone or anywhere, sir.
Are stamps so expensive?
If it's too much of a bother to write,
just use the phone!
It's simple, no?
With your high salary,
surely you can afford
to buy stamps or pay a phone bill!
I spent thousands on your education.
This is how you say thank you?
Blessed son!
You got with a white Australian
and forgot your family.
You left me here all alone.
It's a sure sign
that I'll have no grandchildren.
I'd rather stay in an old folks' home.
Might as well die penniless!
-Peace be upon you.
-May peace be upon you.
I am calling from Masjid Jamae.
May I speak to Haji... Master Haji Harun?
Haji Harun speaking.
How can I help you, son?
How do you do, Haji Harun, sir?
I'm conveying a message
from the mosque's management committee.
We're organizing
our annual general meeting.
We'd like to extend an invitation to you
for this event.
Praise be to God!
When is this meeting to be held?
It will be the end of the month,
Uncle... Mr. Haji, sir.
If it is God's will.
May He bless me with long life
so that I'm able to attend.
God willing! Thank you, Mr. Haji.
Please don't forget, Mr. Haji.
All of us at the mosque miss you.
Oh, do you? How kind.
So, who will be coming to fetch me?
If you're coming from home,
there'll be nobody to fetch you, Mr. Haji.
You can make your own way here all right?
If necessary, we can reimburse
your transportation expenses.
Mr. Haji?
Hello.
Good afternoon, sir.
Yes, I'm calling from Singapore.
May I speak to Mokhsin?
Mokhsin Admadja.
Yes, he's my nephew.
Sure, I'll hold.
Hello, my dear.
This is your aunt.
Yes, in Singapore.
Have you already forgotten
the sound of my voice?
How are you?
Yes.
Your birthday party?
I would have loved to be there, but...
When did you return?
They're rebuilding the village already?
That's great!
Mokhsin.
I need to go now, I have work to do.
When I get a chance,
I'll call you again, all right?
Okay.
Goodbye, love.
Thank you, sir, for attending our meeting
and sharing your views.
As newbies here, we're grateful
you came to share your expertise with us.
Did you enjoy traveling with your wheels?
Hey, how could you say that?
I really must thank you once again.
You attended our AGMs without fail,
even before your retirement.
Thank you.
Only God can repay your kindness.
All right, thank you all for your company.
-Of course.
-You're welcome, Mr. Haji.
How many grandchildren do you have now?
None. No grandchildren yet.
Rosli doesn't have children.
Now, Rosli is a busy man.
He's an engineer!
The situation is different there.
Haji, I apologize
for what happened earlier.
I told them not to use this mic again.
But they're stubborn.
And when it acts up, I take the blame.
But I'm not the technician.
I appreciate your understanding, Haji.
Okay, I have to get rid
of this old mic now.
Thank you, Haji.
Move aside. Make way.
-Have a safe journey, Haji!
-All right.
-Peace be upon you.
-May peace be upon you.
Come, darling
Come, let's play jump rope
Hold that end
I'll hold this end
Swing, darling, swing
Don't let go
I will jump
So don't let me fall
My wide-eyed darling
If I could send you back today,
this very day, I'd send you back!
Singing and dancing
Hey! I'm furious! Hey!
Go back to your village and learn to cook!
You're pulling at my heartstrings
Laughing on and on
Her heart is full of glee
Come, darling
Come, let's play jump rope
Hold that end
I'll hold this end
Swing, darling, swing
Don't let go
I will jump
So don't let me fall
My wide-eyed darling
Hold the end of the rope
Dancing and singing
Her heart is full of glee
My wide-eyed darling
You're pulling at my heartstrings
Laughing on and on
Her heart is full of glee
Sir.
Let's change your diaper first.
Dinner's ready.
You can eat when we're finished.
I have two months' worth of work
to catch up on.
The agency's sending someone over
first thing in the morning tomorrow.
I can't get through to him anyway.
I didn't even have a chance to see Mom...
because of you.
What's the point
of having such a big Mercedes?
A display of wealth?
If you didn't feel like driving,
you could have taken a taxi.
You're so stubborn.
You knew you weren't well,
yet you rode the scooter anyway.
Why were you so careless with Mom?
My heart yearns for
The one who's long gone
Yet not forgotten
In our memories
Oh, my beloved dearest
My thoughts
Hey, you should be using that.
This is Singapore, not Aceh.
Typical hick. Shameless Acehnese.
I can do whatever I please.
It feels like I'm working in my own home.
It's been one week so far.
Fair enough.
But when you do your own chores,
you don't get paid for it.
This big house has got the works.
But it feels far too quiet.
Here it is
This is the jali-jali
The song is delightful
How sweet its melody is
What's a bit of weariness, really
My dear
As long, sir
As you're filled with glee
The prawn mangoes are the most luscious
Tall are the trees
Its fruit sparse at best
Most joyous
Are the ones who are single, my dear
Toing and froing
At no one's command
Mountains to the right
And mountains to the left
Between them
Lies the jasmine sweet
You're befuddled
Just like me
That makes two of us
Both our hearts are in need
Get us some jali-jali from Cikini, dear
Get us some jali-jali
Then shall I leave thee
Hello?
Hello? Hello?
Hello, Murni? It's Rosli.
Yes, Murni here. How are you, Mr. Rosli?
Forgive me for picking up late.
I don't know which button to press.
No problem, Murni.
I expected you to be busy.
How's my father?
Mr. Harun? He's recovering, thank God.
He can already move his right arm.
Wow, that's good! How's his appetite?
Oh, that's improving, too.
When I started working five months ago,
he'd eat two spoonfuls of rice.
Now he finishes a whole plateful!
I also tried to cook sambal goreng
to entice him.
You said he likes
sambal goreng, didn't you?
Yes, that's right!
My late mother liked to cook
sambal goreng for him.
But he didn't eat it, sir.
He really seems to hate the dish
when I cook it.
Perhaps it's because
I haven't made it in a while.
Maybe it doesn't taste good.
How are you, then?
Any news from Australia?
Oh, everything is good.
But I'm too busy to do my own cooking.
When will you be back
in Singapore on holidays?
You must be homesick.
My work here is never finished.
When things slow down,
I'll visit Singapore.
I can't talk for much longer, Murni.
Lots of work to do.
Take care of the house, all right?
Dad.
You have to eat well
to make a speedy recovery!
Okay. Thank you, Murni. Bye.
When I can, I will call again.
Thank you, too, sir. Bye.
When my heart is yearning
To whom shall I return?
For my heart keeps wondering
And tears flow from my eyes
I'm going to look for...
I can't imagine living out
my last days alone.
To the end of the world
Money is important...
but what good is wealth without love?
For you have forgotten your promise
So I'm rotting here on my own
Yearning, how my heart is yearning
It's unbearable
You've left me all alone
To win over the one being cooked for...
depends not on the taste of the food...
but on the sincerity of the cook.
And which type are you cooking?
A regular sambal goreng
or one for a bride?
It's unbearable
I can't wait to taste
your bridal sambal goreng!
Delicious!
Hey!
What have you served me?
It's completely flavorless!
Remind me why I hired a cook?
She might be from the countryside,
but her sambal goreng tastes so bland!
Mr. Harun? What's wrong?
Enough! I've lost my appetite!
From which village
did your son find this maid, dear?
No one cooks like you, Minah.
I miss your sambal goreng so much.
Mr. Harun, dinner is ready.
There. Please eat, Mr. Harun.
It's your usual meal.
It's lightly drizzling
The teri fish have been salted
Girl, why do you keep crying?
What's gone should be forgotten
Hey, boy
Hey, boy
Cheer up my lonely heart
Please don't tease me
Or my heart will be saddened
Hey, girl, come here
Sing together with me
If I were ever to tease you
Just give me a smack on the head
Going to Ciamis by car
It's possible by horse, too
My sweet Murni, please have a laugh
If you don't want to laugh, then allow me
Dear Harun
Dear Harun
Cheer up my lonely heart
Please don't tease me
Or my heart will be saddened
Singing and dancing
To distract from the sorrow
Let's have a laugh
While awaiting a lover
A kiss on the cheek
So he'll smile again
When the heart is broken
Siti, how do you mend it?
There's no turning back
Let him suffer on his own
Murni, who are you singing with?
Young ladies should never
sing in the kitchen.
It's a sign that you'll marry an old man!
Murni...
will you join me?
If you have a wife
Don't let her wear a miniskirt
It's the nature of men
To take a look at such thing
Advanced in years
But young at heart
Were they to see such a thing
It would turn grandpas into babies
Don't you dare to wink
If you love your grandchildren
Don't you dare to laugh
Alas, you already have dentures
Don't you meddle with love
Those bones are already old
Don't you meddle with love
You will make your grandchildren laugh
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Well, that's a tough one
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Hey, Grandpa!
Yes, my grandchild! Yes, my grandchild!
Is that true or not?
Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
I will heed my grandchild's advice
Don't play with fire
Or you might get burned
Don't play with fire
If it burns, it'll burn badly
Don't meddle with love
If you're not mature enough
Don't meddle with love
If it hurts, it'll hurt badly