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WARNING THIS SERIES IS A WORK OF FICTION.

ANY ELEMENTS OF RELIGIONS, FAITH AND ISLAMIC PRACTICES PORTRAYED

ARE PART OF THE STORYLINE AND ARE NOT INTENDED TO REPRESENT.

ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL INDIVIDUALS, PLACES OR EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

EPISODE 3

This is the late Puan Sri's cat enclosure.

Melon's enclosure.

I got cut by a glass in my room, Faridah.

What glass?

It was from something I brought, but it has been thrown away.

Do you want to go to the clinic?

No, it's just a small cut.

Are you sure?

Riska!

Riska!

Yes, sir?

Where's your phone?

Where's the phone I gave you?

It's in my room, sir.

Why did you leave it in your room?

I gave you that phone…

so my wife and I could call you easily. Do you understand?

Yes. I'm sorry, sir. I forgot earlier.

Go upstairs. Ma'am wants to take a bath.

I'm sorry again, sir.

No wonder so many maids get abused.

You can't even handle something this simple?

Hey, what are you waiting for?

Go upstairs.

Come in.

Ma'am, wait a moment.

Let me prepare the bath water first.

Today, I brought…

perfume from my late mom.

Really?

It smells wonderful!

It made from 13 types of flowers and incense bark,

then soaked for 13 months. That's why it smells like this.

I see. So that's how it's made.

But the scent feels familiar.

Maybe I smelled it a long time ago. I can't remember when.

Alright. Let me finish preparing the bath first, ma'am.

You can rest for now. I'll call you when I'm done.

-Sure. Thank you, Riska. -Alright, ma'am.

Thank you for coming here, Ustaz.

What seems to be the problem?

It's like this, Ustaz. There are…

two matters.

First, it's about the late Puan Sri's room.

Can we leave everything in the room as it is?

Yes, that's fine.

Usually, when someone passes, the family…

tidies up their room and belongings.

And to…

ease the sadness,

some items may also be donated.

Give them to charity.

-That would be better. -Yeah. Well…

I understand. But for now…

my wife still can't…

bring herself to let go because there are so many memories in this house.

It's fine.

Let Mrs. Nerina recover first.

Yeah.

The second matter is about…

a claim to estate…

not by me, my wife, or the children, but by…

my mother-in-law's co-wife.

Can she claim any of the estate left by…

my father-in-law, Ustaz?

No, I really have to keep going back and forth to her house.

And you can't stop me because…

Yes, you can't stop me because you're taking too long with the work, Jenny.

Ever since my late husband passed away until now,

I haven't received a single cent of what I'm entitled to.

Yes, Jenny. I'm tired of waiting.

So? Hurry up!

Make this process easier.

I'll take it to court if I have to.

Okay? Bye.

-Afidah. -Yes?

I don't want you to rush the work.

-Okay. -Take your time…

to design the most beautiful landscape.

One that calms anyone who sees it.

So you want a simple design?

Something modest yet valuable.

And something Puan Sri would like too?

No. Just something I like.

And something…

my landscape designer likes too.

My house is beautiful, isn't it?

It really is.

It's my dream house.

Really?

Come here often then.

You can even stay here if you want.

No, thank you.

I have a big house too. My husband bought it for me.

That's good. Your husband is really kind, isn't he?

Of course.

He's kind, generous, and loving.

He likes to tease me.

He's a little mischievous too.

-Honey. -Puan Sri.

Honey, I didn't realize you were home.

By the way, you said you wanted to build a mini garden here, right?

Okay, this is…

Afidah, the landscape designer.

Okay.

Design my garden properly.

Don't design my husband instead.

Gosh, why would you say that, honey?

It's not funny.

What if she finds out?

It's fine.

We're already married.

It's not like we're doing anything immortal.

But she doesn't know, does she?

Who's that?

Who are you?

I want to see Nerina.

She's inside, right?

Tell her that her mom wants to see her.

Her mom?

I want see Nerina. Call her downstairs.

I'm sorry, but Mrs. Nerina is resting.

Even if she doesn't want to come down, I'll stay here.

I don't care how late it gets.

Please call her down.

It's okay.

I'll see her.

Ma'am.

Why did you come down, ma'am?

I'll get scolded by Mr. Syawal later.

It's fine. Don't worry.

She said…

she's "mom."

Your mom?

I don't think you need to make a scene here.

-Nerina, I know that… -You're not my mom, Auntie Afidah.

My mom just passed away.

I have no intention of interfering in your life.

But I don't have a choice, Nerina.

I just want to defend my rights. That's all.

Have you no shame?

Coming here…

asking for my late dad's money when my mom just passed away.

Please try to understand, Nerina.

I don't need to hear any of this.

Nerina, please.

Ma'am…

Please don't disturb Mrs. Nerina.

She's still grieving. Please go home.

Please, Nerina.

Don't make things harder when they can actually be made easier.

Ma'am.

Sorry.

Please go home.

She's…

my late dad's second wife.

I don't know.

Seeing her face just makes me angry.

Just like what my mom felt.

That's how it is, ma'am.

We feel what they feel.

When they're in pain, we're in pain too.

When they're sad, we become sad too.

Your mom also…

used to be sad…

and in pain?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'd like to ask permission to change…

this bandage on my wound.

Riska.

What's wrong?

Nothing, Hamid.

I want to change my bandage.

Get the food ready later, okay?

Okay.

What's gotten into you?

Don't go flirting around.

Hey.

You've been jealous since we were young.

Because men these days are always twisting things around.

Hey.

I'm not like the other men.

Be patient, Riska.

You have to stay strong.

This chicken soup tastes different tonight.

It's not good, ma'am?

It's good.

It's actually too good.

Alright, ma'am.

I'll go downstairs first.

Do you need anything else?

No, that's all.

I want to rest.

Thank you.

Who's that?

Riska!

Hamid!

MRS. NERINA

Hey, Riska. Riska.

Mrs… Mrs. Nerina… Come on.

-Ma'am? -Hamid, help.

Get up.

Slowly.

Sit down.

Ma'am, how did you fall?

It's your fault for not watching her!

Hey, no…

No, it's not her fault.

I was the one who fell.

I'll call Mr. Syawal, okay?

Clean this up.

Hello?

Sir?

Are you on your way?

Ouch.

Riska?

Riska?

Are you okay?

I'm okay, Faridah.

It's Mrs. Nerina who's not okay.

-Where is she now? -Upstairs.

In her room.

I have a lot of work. There are so many things I have to think about.

You only have one job. Take care of Mrs. Nerina. Is that so hard?

I'm sorry, sir.

What if something happens to my wife,

like a miscarriage or bleeding? What then?

I'm sorry, sir. Earlier…

after I finished in Mrs. Nerina's room, I went to wash dishes.

I've told you before, haven't I?

Put Mrs. Nerina first.

If you need to do anything, wait until she falls asleep.

Don't you understand that?

I understand.

Hamid.

From now on, if she does anything, let me know.

Okay, sir.

But…

it wasn't Riska's fault, sir.

Then whose fault was it, Hamid?

Mine?

My wife's?

No, sir.

Riska was with Mrs. Nerina in the room the whole time.

But then she went to the kitchen for a while.

And then…

Mrs. Nerina fell.

I'm sorry, sir.

It was entirely my fault.

Don't let it happen again.

This is your favourite soup, honey. It's delicious when eaten hot.

I'm still full.

I ate out this afternoon.

That was this afternoon, and this is dinner. Eat.

Have some.

Alright then.

Hey, where's Bulan?

Why is the pot left uncovered?

She's so lazy. She's always disappears.

Don't eat this soup.

Who knows if a lizard pooped in it or something.

-Is it not good anymore? -Of course not.

We don't know if there's lizard droppings or something in it.

Bulan!

Bulan!

Yes, Puan Sri?

Where did yo go?

Why did you leave the soup I cooked uncovered?

Do you want the whole household to die?

I'm sorry, Puan Sri. I forgot again.

Can't you do even one thing properly?

All you ever say is you're sorry and that you didn't mean to.

You really want to get beaten to death by me, don't you?

Puan Sri…

Bulan didn't mean to do it.

If it happened once or twice, I'd understand that she didn't mean it.

But this happened so many times.

She really gets on my nerves.

You're doing this just to annoy me.

I can't rely on you for anything!

-It hurts, ma'am! -So you know it hurts!

-You're making me furious? -Ma'am!

You're so stupid! Stupid!

-Ma'am! -Are you trying to fight back?

Crazy.

Everyone…

is crazy.

What belongs to them,

disappear, disappear, disappear.

What is healthy,

become sick, sick.

Everything unclear,

everything revealed.

Death and torment.

What belongs to them,

disappear, disappear, disappear.

Bound for death…

and torment.

This child is not your child!

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart?

TO BE CONTINUED

Darling!

Darling!

TO BE CONTINUED

Darling!

Darling!