01x02 - Ex-Wife Asks for Polygamy

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THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL.

ANY RESEMBLANCE OF STORY, NAMES,

OR EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

What is it, sir?

The Chairman just came to see me,

and he asked,

"Why doesn't Sri live here, Mr. Bardi?"

"You're newlyweds,

but you don't live together."

"Is there already a problem

in your new marriage?"

"What is the problem anyway?"

The Chairman scrutinized me.

Well, I was almost speechless.

But you didn't tell him about

this fake marriage, right?

No. I said nothing.

Thank God.

Thank you.

But

But what, Sir?

But, I'm afraid he might come here.

Yes

and does some blessing on us.

Sri.

Listen.

Once, we had a neighbor called Mr. Bejo.

One day, Mr. Bejo

and Mrs. Bejo had a fight

then Mrs. Bejo sulked and left the house.

Then, they were both

summoned by the Chairman

and he did a blessing on them.

How unusual.

So, you have to stay here, Sri.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

Mr. Bardi lives in the back of the house.

You can stay here

in the pavilion with Jarot.

It's close to Jarot's school, yes?

What do you say?

Will you stay here in the meantime?

Somehow, these problems keep coming.

Like they're taking turns.

And it's all because of

getting a new Family Register.

Sri.

Every problem has a solution.

Believe it.

Today, Mrs. Ana wore a red dress,

and she asked me,

"Why do you keep blinking your eyes?"

"Are they sore?"

I simply answered, "No."

I could see my mom,

like I watched the village movie show

in the Chairman's house.

The one with the blinking pictures.

But

when I see Mom with a red dress,

with her eyes bulging out,

she looks like a bamplak.

Mrs. Ana slapped me and said,

"You mean like a wh*re?"

She was so furious

that she didn't wait for my explanation.

If we see with our eyes blinking

wouldn't that make Mom beautiful?

But yesterday, when Mom wore a red dress

with a red purse,

Mr. Samso, Uncle Bram and Mr. Oki,

who all just hung around the shop,

they stared at Mom, without blinking.

So I said,

"Hey, why aren't you blinking?"

And they said,

"When we see someone dressed in red,

just like your mom,

we better not blink."

It's odd.

What's even stranger is,

when I told Mom about it.

she made everything red.

Her lips were red.

Red cheeks.

Red nails. Even her shirt was red.

My God, that was odd.

And my dad had his own oddity.

Every guy tried to hit on Mom

whenever she passed by,

but Dad acted indifferent.

Like the batik he made

in the colors brown,

white and dark yellow, he's calm.

Yes, Dad looks calm and seemingly weak.

He always approves everything,

always sympathizes with everyone.

People say I'm like my dad,

who is calm and meek.

Mother

Ageng is mad.

Why is Ageng not allowed to like red?

Isn't red associated with courage?

-I'm so sorry

-Courageous to protect you, Mom.

Mother.

Why do I still call you "Mother"?

Not because of your bright red glow,

but because I was once

comforted in your warm womb.

That is why, I always call you "Mother."

Oh, one more thing.

I have paid your debt.

Ageng.

Your ever-loving son.

Bu Sri?

Sri!

Jarot!

Rot!

Your call cannot be connected.

-Here, Ma'am?

-Yes, it's here.

Yes.

Ok, stop.

Here we are.

Okay, stop here.

Hold this.

-Wait here, sir.

-Yes.

Oh, Mrs. Sri.

Please come in.

Mr. Bardi is waiting for you inside.

-Please, ma'am.

-Yes.

Come, let me help you.

Come, Rot.

Jarot, how are you?

I'm good, sir.

I've set the pavilion.

If there's anything you need,

don't hesitate to tell me.

-Thank you, sir.

-Likewise.

Come, let me take you there.

Here it is.

Okay.

No, it's okay.

-I'll come back to carry it.

-No, it's okay, sir.

Yes, come on.

Is this supposed to be a typo?

It can't be that quick, right?

Gosh!

Gunawan must've heard that I told

Sri to move into Mr. Bardi's house.

Now, he's pissed with me.

He'll take it out on me.

Tut!

-What?

-Where is Sri?

I don't know. Why do you ask me?

You're her friend, aren't you?

Sorry.

I'm busy.

-My God, this is bad, Sri.

-Bad? What is it?

Mrs. Yuni is here.

Who's Mrs. Yuni?

Sir's ex wife.

And there's a young man as well.

That's odd, why is it closed?

Sri!

Sri!

Who are you looking for?

This is Bardi's boutique.

Nobody by the name of "Sri" is here.

This is my personal business.

Don't interfere, ma'am.

-Sri!

-Why do you call me "ma'am"?

I'm still young, mister.

Address me as "Miss"!

What should I do now?

Relax, I'll go out.

I'm the mistress here.

Mistress?

-Yes.

-Don't come out.

-Okay.

-You're Mr. Bardi's wife, aren't you?

-Hey, you!

-Yes, ma'am.

Where's Bardi?

Sir is going out, Mrs. Yuni.

Out where?

He's going on a honeymoon.

What? Honeymoon?

Yes.

I thought you said you were his wife?

Listen, mister.

Mrs. Yuni here is Mr. Bardi's ex wife.

Mrs. Sri is the one

who's going on a honeymoon.

She's Mr. Bardi's new wife.

Sri?

Dear God

Now, please excuse me, ma'am.

What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?

Sri is my girlfriend, ma'am.

Not "Ma'am"! It's "Miss"!

Miss Yuni!

Yes, ma'am.

Sri, Sri.

Excuse me.

-Yes?

-Excuse me, sir.

-Is this the Chairman's house?

-Yes.

-I'm the Chairman.

-Oh, may I come in please?

-Sure, please.

-Thank you, sir.

-I apologize in advance, Mr. Chairman.

-Okay.

But I suspect forgery

in this Family Register, sir.

No, this is legit. It's my signature here.

I see.

But, this speedy date process?

Yes.

I did tell them to get married quickly.

You see

earlier, they intend to move in together.

That's sacrilegious!

It's a huge sin.

I could be condemned for that!

Oh, is that so?

-Okay, then. I'll take my leave.

-Sure.

Oh, I almost forgot

-Thank you so much, Mr. Chairman.

-Yes.

Dear! Dear!

-Come here!

-What?

There!

Look.

Come in, ma'am.

Please have a seat.

What is it, Mrs. Yuni?

What's with the enraged look?

-This is all your fault, Chairman.

-Huh?

How is it my fault?

You cannot spread around fake news.

It's prohibited.

How could you do this?

To let the father of my son marry again?

And leave me?

It was you who wanted to divorce.

You took off with your

young lover to Jakarta.

Right.

The fact is, Mr. Bardi had never

demanded anything from you.

And you secretly got acquainted

with whoever that guy is on Facebook.

-It's Hermawan.

-Hermawan!

Yes, but he turned out to be a cheater.

After I got divorced,

he took off with another woman.

It was you who was easily swayed.

Now, you only feel regret.

If only we could turn back time.

I would never have left Bardi.

Now, I deeply regret it.

Regret always comes later.

If it comes earlier,

it's called registration.

Please, I beg for your help.

I want to be reunited with Bardi.

That's impossible!

Mr. Bardi is now married to Ms. Sri.

Yes, and Mr. Bardi really knows

how to find himself a new wife.

Mrs. Sri is soft-spoken,

polite,

-pretty

-Okay.

-Beaut

-What else? Go on!

What else, huh?

-Go on, come on!

-Okay, okay.

Oh, look, the couple

have come home finally.

I heard you were on a honeymoon.

Where was it?

We were just here, ma'am.

Is there anything wrong, Mr. Chairman?

You sent me a message,

so I guess there's something

important you need to convey.

Yes, Mr. Bardi, Mrs. Bardi.

So

earlier today

I had two visitors.

And both of them

talked about things

concerning your marriage.

-Who was it, sir?

-The first one was

the principal of

Teladan Junior High School,

Mr. Santoso.

-Mr. Santoso?

-Yes.

Mr. Santoso spoke to me,

because he had suspicions

regarding the validity, the legitimacy

of your Family Register.

Our Family Register is authentic, right?

Yes, it is.

No need to worry, of course it is.

Then, who was the second visitor?

The second

It was Mrs. Yuni.

Ma'am! Mrs. Yuni!

You?

Will you just call me "miss"?

Yes, ma'am.

What is it now?

I've made up my mind.

I'm going to reconcile with Sri.

Well, it's too late for that.

She's now officially Mrs. Bardi.

It's just an act, ma'am.

It's fake.

What?

The marriage between Sri

and Mr. Bardi is only a fake one.

Hold on, slow down.

Just so they can get a Family Register.

To enroll her son into

Teladan Junior High School.

Don't you mess around with me, okay?

Seriously?

For real?

Of course, I'm serious!

When my love life is a mess like now,

how could I joke around?

Not to mention with you, ma'am.

So, Bardi

is faking a marriage

with your girlfriend

just to get a Family Register,

so her son can enroll

into Teladan Junior High?

Precisely!

Are you serious?

Can you swear on your life?

Geez!

I'm serious.

Sir, go on faster!

-Fake?

-What kind of fate

Nobody believes me!

My parents don't believe me anymore.

Not to mention Sri.

Then there's Tuti, the troublemaker.

And now,

the ex-wife doesn't believe me either.

What are you doing?

What? Can't I do that?

Come on.

Study seriously, okay?

Have fun in school.

I'll take your leave, Mom.

-Yes.

-I'll take your leave, sir.

-Yes, have fun, okay?

-Yes, Sir.

Okay.

-Good morning, sir.

-Morning, ma'am.

-Morning, sir.

-Morning, sir.

This is the principal

Mr. chairman told you about.

-The one who was asking him?

-Yes.

I'm Bardi, sir.

-Jarot's new father.

-Oh, I see, sir.

-I'm Santoso, the principal.

-Okay, Sir.

Please look after my son, sir.

If there's any issue, just let us know.

Alright, ma'am.

I'll pay attention to your son.

Thank you.

Let's go.

I'll take my leave.

-Sure.

-Farewell, sir.

Yes.

That's Sri!

See you later.

Hey, pay the bill first!

I'll come back later.

Ok, so we've got a batik like this

-Miss Tuti.

-Yes?

-Should I put the ordered goods here?

-Yes, please.

-Thanks.

-Yes.

-Can you also put this one there?

-Sure.

-Thanks again.

-Sure.

Welcome home, Mrs. Bardi.

Playing quiet, huh?

-Welcome home, Mr. Bardi.

-Thank you.

I saw you out the front with Sri,

getting off the motorcycle.

Both of you were so romantic.

Please do it often.

It was a beautiful sight.

-Excuse me, sir.

-Oh, sure.

Hey.

She's one of a kind.

-Sir?

-Yes?

The ordered goods have arrived.

-If you want to check, they're ready.

-Oh, sure.

Dear!

Dear!

What is it?

-Sit over there.

-Yes.

No. There.

-For God's sake.

-Not a chance now.

I beg for your help,

Mr. and Mrs. Chairman.

Please help me.

Help me to get reunited with Bardi.

Okay

You're supposed to know

this already, aren't you?

Mr. Bardi is married to someone else now.

-Yes.

-How can you ask that?

I'm willing to accept polygamy.

Polygamy?

You're willing to be

Mr. Bardi's second wife?

I know you're both religious people.

Then you must know, polygamy is allowed.

Right?

Yes, but

Mrs. Yuni, polygamy usually involves

a younger second wife.

Not the other way around, like this.

Right, dear?

Well

More or less.

Mr. Bardi's wife, Sri, is

young and pretty.

If his second wife is like

you.

Well, that can be a nuisance.

Ma'am?

Dear!

How could you, how could you

Please, ma'am. Don't cry.

-Dear, what should we do?

-Alright, alright!

Mrs. Yuni, please don't cry.

Hush, hush, okay?

I'll talk to Mr. Bardi, okay?

Nice and slowly.

Promise?

Swear it.

You swear, okay?

Yes.

What is it, sir?

Why am I the only one being called here?

Well, Mr. Bardi,

I

would like to relay an important message,

and

this message which I deem important

is a message from

Mrs. Yuni.

I'm sorry, sir.

-But I'm not interested to know.

-You don't know that.

This is a special message.

Oh, it's about the money, yes?

If it is, I always transfer the money

on the first day of each month.

My son, Ageng, is the recipient.

This is not about

the distribution of money, Mr. Bardi,

Nor about the distribution

of your property.

This is about your heart allocation.

Heart?

You mean liver, sir?

-It's about health, right?

-Yes!

Correct.

The health of your soul.

This is about love, Mr. Bardi.

I assume you already understand,

since you're a muslim,

that we are allowed to

have more than one wife.

It can be two,

three, even four wives.

Right?

One wife is enough, sir.

To prevent being hurt.

I'm sorry, sir,

but I'll take my leave now.

Please forgive us, Mr. Bardi.

Please don't get upset with him.

We are just passing on the message.

Listen, Mr. Bardi.

Earlier today, Mrs. Yuni came to us,

and she wailed, begging for our help.

She wants to be reunited with you.

She's even willing to accept

-Polygamy.

-Polygamy.

Excuse me, I should take my leave now.

There you have it.

At least we've tried.

Yes.

Fake marriage?

What do you mean?

Sri, Jarot's mother,

in order to enroll her son here

she staged a marriage with Mr. Bardi.

Is there any evidence that

the Family Register is forged?

Yes, there is. I saw the statement myself.

So, where is it? Bring it here.

Obviously, I'm not the one who keeps it.

It's Sri who keeps it!

So, you come here,

throwing all kinds of accusation,

but you don't have any proof?

I told you, there is proof!

But I don't have it.

You're unbelievable.

I have personally visited

the Chairman of NA and The Head District.

The Head District confirmed

the legitimacy of the Family Register.

The Family Register is legit indeed.

But, their marriage is a fake one.

That was then,

when they intended to move in together.

Huh? Sri?

-She wanted to move in with him?

-Yes.

Fortunately, they came to

their senses and got married.

Hey

You're the one who tried

to bribe me before, aren't you?

I remember you!

I could report you the police!

That you tried to bribe me,

and now you come in here

slandering people and spreading fake news.

Hey.

Sri wanted to move in with him?

Where does she keep that statement?

Sri, I will chase you wherever you are!

TO BE CONTINUED