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Sir, I'm baffled

by how long the process has been taking.

I've declared the diamonds to customs.

I've shown the certificate and invoice too.

And I'm more than willing to pay the import tax.

But why did I have

to wait so long for this woman to come?

And now, she has to inspect my diamonds too.

Is she a part of the customs office or…

What is it, sir?

Our branch doesn't employ any diamond appraiser.

Although, we can hire one if needed,

and Ms. Valdya here is the best in town.

This is her certification and appointment letter.

Rendy, come here for a second.

I'll be right back.

LETTER OF APPOINTMENT

There are some dollars inside.

Have you declared that too?

Do you want me to appraise the customs tax for that too?

Based on our appraisal,

your diamond is worth way more than what is written on the certificate.

So you still have to pay an additional customs tax of approximately

1.8 billion rupiahs.

I bought them at an authorized store.

It's impossible for the certificate to be incorrect or fake.

Understand?

If that's the case, you may please wait…

You have a good pair of eyes.

Clear and precise.

Excuse me.

I have once met someone

with a good pair of eyes like yours.

Who?

Someone.

Who are you?

No one.

I've got a feeling that we will meet again.

Donny gave me this. Is it a real diamond?

Zirconia?

I know you can already see it from miles away.

I asked him to buy the imitation instead.

It's just an engagement ring, anyway.

Even if I have some money…

Hey, you're good?

-Relax. I'm fine. -Are you sure?

No.

We better use it for renovation

-and the-- -I'll help you.

-You don't have to, Valdya. Put it down. -It's fine.

Now, let's get to our business.

Why did you guys come over, you piece of shit?

You know I love you, don't you?

Even if you're not my brother,

-I will still love-- -Just say it or I'll hit you.

You're a customs officer, not a salesman.

-But I can have a negotiation skill. -What negotiation?

I would like to get your permission.

I want to get ahead of you.

We're getting married in two months.

You always get ahead of me anyway.

You even did that when circumcising your cock,

hoping it would be bigger than mine.

-But I was like-- -Shut up!

So is it true that Rendy dated your big sister?

-Dara, isn't it? -Yes.

Here's the thing, what can I help you with now?

We never know who we'll fall in love with, right?

Just like me.

I never thought I would have a relationship with Donny.

He is a movie director, but his films are shit.

-But they made a lot of money. -They did, but if I didn't love him,

I would cringe watching all those films.

I can hear you, you know?

Still nothing on your sister?

Not yet.

After five years?

Mind if I ask what happened?

She went to a job interview

and never came back home.

Okay, where was she applying?

I don't know. She never told me that.

Why didn't you ask?

I mean…

I have a brother. He's a police officer.

I can ask him a favor to investigate this case further.

The police were already involved five years ago,

but they got nothing.

That's the thing.

If you want to involve the police, you need to do it,

having an insider…

Yes. The costume party seems to be…

Like a lot of moms with boob jobs.

Are you jealous? Do you want yours done too?

-Right? -I just want to be taller, that's all.

One, two, three!

Let's go!

I won!

No, I won!

Your whole family has sharp eyes.

Yes.

Me, Dara, and Mom.

All the women.

You're disgusting!

See that?

Good job!

What are you girls doing? It seems so exciting.

I don't think it's a good idea

that we're getting married so soon.

We've talked about this.

Still…

This just doesn't feel right.

We never forget her.

We'd spent years looking for her.

But then we gave up.

There was nothing else we could do at that time.

Really?

WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK, DARA? DARA… WHERE'S THE INTERVIEW? I'M WORRIED

DARA! PLEASE TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!

NEW DEVICE DETECTED. OPEN, IGNORE

LETTER OF APPLICATION

JAKARTA, APRIL 15, 2019 LETTER OF APPLICATION

DARA PRAMESWARI, OFFERING TO JOIN

I AM CURRENTLY WORKING AS A FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHER

RECRUITMENT MANAGER, P.O. BOX 888

JOB OPENING P.O. BOX 888

WE CAN'T FIND ANY RESULTS

JAKARTA EXPRESS, ON APRIL 15, 2019 AS PHOTOGRAPHER

JOB OPENING, URGENTLY NEEDED!

SEND YOUR APPLICATION TO:

P.O. BOX 888

I actually planned to come on Sunday to avoid the long queue.

The office is open from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.

If needed, we can extend the hours.

We can extend it even further if you want.

Do you know all the names of the P.O. Box renters, sir?

The last one renting before you was three years ago,

so I can't quite remember the name anymore.

I'll rent number 888 then.

A unique number.

Unfortunately, it's already being rented.

-Who? -An individual.

-Usually, the company rents it. -Do you have the name?

You're the second person in the past few days asking the same question.

Who is it?

The other one, do you mean?

Yes, as you can't give me the name of the last renter, can you?

No, I can't.

But for the other one asking,

if I'm not mistaken, the person has left a phone number

and a name.

May I have that, sir?

-It's very important. -Sure.

This one.

I have a talent

for knowing a good person from the bad ones.

The one who left the number is a good one.

It seems that you're just as good.

Thank you, sir.

This P.O. Box rent was paid in full 40 years ago.

Paid in full for 100 years.

Ma'am.

If you're still busy, I can come back later.

Don't worry. I won't be long.

I just want to ask you something.

Why did you come to the post office a few days ago?

Who are you?

I have told you. I'm a journalist.

All right, no need to tell me who you are.

No use for it anyway.

Perhaps I'll just make you crippled like my husband.

My sister was gone five years ago.

She went for a job interview at P.O. Box 888.

She never returned home after.

This is my husband, Adi.

Five years ago, he went home drenched in blood.

There was a hole in his head.

He asked us to run away and hide,

telling us there would be someone looking for us and killing us.

After that, he no longer talks.

We have been moving around ever since.

Last week, his condition suddenly improved.

He started writing.

The first thing he wrote again was "P.O. Box 888."

But he screamed so loudly and his condition worsened again.

Two days ago, I went to the post office,

trying to find out what happened.

What did he use to do for a living?

He used to be one of the brightest researchers at the research agency.

Then his name got tainted in a corruption case and he was implicated.

I knew at that time, he applied for a job somewhere.

But he didn't tell me where.

Do you recognize her, sir?

She's my sister.

Sir, please help.

If you ever saw my sister,

please nod.

We have to go to the police and we can't ignore this.

My husband is a man of principle.

He's never been afraid of anything.

If he is this afraid, even asking to be hidden away, I believe him.

I know a police officer. I guarantee you--

Someone put a hole in my husband's head

and took away some of his brain.

There's a lot of mad people in this city. Psychopaths.

-We have to report-- -Go home.

Don't you ever contact us again.

Don't you want to find some sense of justice for your husband?

To find the people responsible for all this?

The police couldn't even do anything when my husband got slandered.

And it was just the little scumbags who did it,

let alone the powerful ones.

I still believe in them.

I'm grateful that my husband is still alive

and I keep praying that he will go back to what he used to be.

But I need to know where my sister is, ma'am.

Get out.

Valdya, where have you been?

Can I really ask Nala's policeman brother a favor?

It's not locked.

There's no sign of anyone living in this house.

The bedroom is also empty.

What? Are you sure?

It can't be.

It wasn't like this earlier in the afternoon.

Perhaps it's the wrong house, Valdya.

Maybe it's the one next door.

Rendy, I'm not delusional.

All the water pipes are rusty too.

The water also came out murky.

I'll wait outside.

Are you sure no one has lived here recently?

Yes, looks like it.

There's no sign of anyone living here.

Sir, I'm sorry for this.

-Really sorry. -It's okay.

I need to go back to the station. I still have some work to do.

-Yes, sir. Thank you. -All right.

-Take care. -Yes, sir.

What?

I believe you.

Believe how?

Believe that you believe that you have met that whole family.

Believe that I believe?

Back then, when I was a kid,

because I wanted to meet Dad so badly,

I felt as if I saw him at home, even though he lived in Malaysia.

I also did that back then.

I had a lot of friends. One with three feet,

one with one eye, one with horns,

one that could fly.

But then they were gone.

-Do you know why? -Why?

Because they were only imaginary friends.

They only existed when we were kids.

I know what I saw.

I'm not hallucinating, not stressed out.

If you can't even believe me,

how can the others?

Watch out!

Are you okay?

I've got a feeling that we will meet again.

I saw that lady a few days ago!

Don't get out late at night when someone baits you to do so.

It might be a robber.

Valdya!

This is the woman, right?

It could be.

If you were a film character, you would be a very boring one.

You know very well this is her.

You're right. She's the same person.

Who do you think she is?

She had no business to come here.

She didn't have bags or luggage either.

Then what was she here for?

I think she only wanted to see you.

Can we find out who she is?

I think we might.

CUSTOMS AND TAX OFFICE OF DKI JAKARTA

Is the system online?

This system is similar to the gallery on your phone,

collecting people's photos based on the detected faces.

The technology has been around for a while.

The individual detection is already on devices.

Although, the access is limited on Google, obviously for privacy reasons.

This app can track people's faces

based on all the photos available on the web.

Who the hell is this woman?

We gave up at that time.

We considered her dead already.

It's not right.

If we had got some hope that Dara was still alive,

we wouldn't have had this relationship.

To be fair,

you have to remember that Dara and I were only going out for two months.

It didn't make us better people either.

We're still monsters.

We shouldn't have forgotten her.

We never…

What should we do now then? I'll do whatever you wish me to do.

Until we know for sure

that Dara is still dead for real,

we should take a break from this relationship.

And if she's still alive,

we can't get back together?

Or in other words, we break up?

That's it?

This is hard for me too.

You're really selfish, Valdya.

I'm selfish?

I'm thinking of the others.

-I'm thinking of Dara. -You're only

thinking of yourself and your guilt.

You keep buying newspapers every day.

You keep hoping that the job opening will be open again.

You shouldn't be waiting for that,

the thing that can make your guilt disappear.

You should make it disappear yourself.

That way, you can move on

and not avoid people who actually care about you.

Like the angel costume

in Romeo and Juliet.

-Looks really nice. -Yes, but--

But she's dead.

You're being annoying. Let's trade costumes.

You already look good here.

I don't want it.

Thank you, sir.

JOB OPENING, SEND APPLICATION TO P.O. BOX 888

URGENTLY NEEDED!

REQUIREMENT: PROVEN TRACK RECORD IN THE FIELD

WE OFFER COMPETITIVE SALARY

SEND YOUR APPLICATION AND CV

THE DEADLINE IS A DAY AFTER THE JOB OPENING PUBLICATION!

URGENTLY NEEDED!

THE JOB OPENING AT JAKARTA EXPRESS DAILY

I'M VALDYA ANJANI

AS A DIAMOND APPRAISER

BECAUSE SINCE I WAS A KID, MY VISION HAS BEEN VERY HEALTHY.

MAILBOX

MAILBOX

This is your P.O. Box key.

There are two for you.

One is left here

for the staff responsible for putting your mail inside.

May I give you a suggestion?

Well, please. I'm old enough anyway.

-I don't mean to be rude… -Of course, sir.

Sometimes, we can only forget.

Everything that is excessive is unwise.

It only ends with regrets.

Especially,

we're only mere mortals.

We don't have to be a hero.

Because even if we fight for it,

it will be in vain.

Like throwing salt into the ocean.

It won't be in vain, sir.

Smallest it can be, it won't disappear

or be made to disappear

even if it's salt in the ocean.

Hopefully, you're right.

I'm always happy

to see someone brave enough to fight for something.

Although, I get really heartbroken

every time the hero gets defeated.

I hope to see you again.

I'm leaving now.

Later, when you leave,

the door will lock automatically.

Thank you, sir.