One Days in Magrib before Isya I a step went to Karees Streat.
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After that encounter, I returned to the exit gate. Singgih was still standing there, completely dumbfounded. Finally, he broke the silence.
"I must admit, Ujang... you are amazing!" he said, gently patting my stomach.
From that moment on, a fierce determination burned within me to win the heart of Aryati—the girl I affectionately called the "Black Stallion," my elusive and distant crush. Before my weekly visits every Saturday night, I always made sure to take some time to see her. Until one fateful Saturday night, when something entirely unexpected happened.
That night, after dropping by to see my "Black Stallion," I was drinking water inside the house when a voice called out from the darkness outside: "Assalamu'alaikum." I stepped out and froze in shock. It was Dedi, a young man I knew well. But what shocked me even more was the person standing right next to him—it was my "Black Stallion," Yeti Aryati. As it turned out, Yeti was Dedi's younger sister. Suddenly, it made perfect sense why both of them shared the exact same dark complexion.
Dedi asked for Yeti, and I awkwardly replied that she was inside. Sensing the awkward tension, or perhaps intimidated by my presence, Dedi quickly said his goodbyes and left. That shocking incident completely shattered my courage to visit her ever again. Perhaps this was the classic definition of a relationship that was broken before it even had a chance to connect.
After failing to win the heart of that girl, I found myself wandering aimlessly, looking around until my eyes finally locked onto a new target: a girl from Sapuran B named Atit Wibawati, whom we all called "Puteri Solo" (The Princess of Solo). Puteri Solo was tall and slender, almost thin, with smooth fair skin and beautiful wavy hair. What captivated me the most was her elegant and lean physique—she looked exactly like Twiggy, the world's top supermodel at the time.
However, just as I wanted to take action, I found myself blocked by a massive cultural barrier. She was a polite and traditional Javanese girl, whereas I was just an innocent, naive Asgar (Asli Garut—pure Garut) youth.
Desperately searching for a way in, I had an idea. I approached a sweet, dark-skinned girl named Iyam, who lived just three houses away from Puteri Solo. When the right time came, I visited Iyam's house. To my surprise, she refused to come out to meet me. Half-shocked and half-disbelieving, I called out to her, "Iyam, come out! I need to talk to you."
She reluctantly approached me, but before I could utter a single word, she cut me off sharply. "To be honest, Iyam wants nothing to do with you, Kang Ujang. You are an absolute playboy! First, you went after Nyai, then you moved on to Ikah, and now you are chasing after Iyam!"
I was completely stunned. Since when did I become a certified playboy? What shocked me even more was how she knew about the other girls. I demanded answers, "How could you possibly know about Ikah, Nyai, and Yeti?"
"Word travels fast!" she snapped.
Suddenly, it hit me. This must be Aji Hideung's doing. He was very fond of Iyam, and out of jealousy because I had visited her, he must have poisoned her mind with those rumors. It was the most logical explanation.
As for Ikah, it was true that whenever we crossed paths, she would steal glances at me with a shy smile. But that was only because Dadang—the boyfriend of Ana's older sister—had once jokingly passed a message to her, saying, "Ikah, I have a greeting for you from Kang Ujang." I never understood what Dadang meant by that, but it certainly could not be categorized as dating. My attempts to find Si Nyai had already failed, and as for Yeti, well, that opportunity had passed. Ultimately, I decided not to push my luck with Iyam any longer.
Now, the real challenge was figuring out a way to approach Puteri Solo. Giving up was not an option; the burning spirit of the Revolution was deeply embedded in my soul: "Never Retreat, Keep Moving Forward! Forward, never surrender!"
That night, inspiration struck. I sat down and wrote a poem dedicated entirely to Puteri Solo. It was an acrostic poem—from the first line to the last, if you read only the first letter of each line from top to bottom, it spelled out her full name: A-T-I-T W-I-B-A-W-A-T-I.
Out of the entire poem, I can only recall one specific line today: "Tell a story, brief yet eternal..."
I handed the poem to her younger sister, Tita, to deliver.
The moment I had long been waiting for finally arrived. Eager to know her reaction to my poetic confession, I gathered the courage to visit her house. Fortunately, she was home. She welcomed me warmly, and we began to chat. The easing brought immense relief to my pounding heart.
However, one thing deeply puzzled me. Throughout our conversation, she acted completely normal. There was not a single hint, no blush on her cheeks, or any reaction that indicated she had received..
This is a Scenario Film
SINGGIH stood by the gate with a blank stare, completely stunned. UJANG walked over to him casually.
Singgih shook his head, trying to process what had just happened. He broke the silence by gently patting Ujang's stomach.
SINGGIH
I have to admit, Ujang... you're great!
Ujang smiled broadly. His eyes sparkled, radiating strong determination.
UJANG (V.O.)
(Narration)
From that moment on, a strong determination burned within me to win Aryati's heart—the girl I affectionately called "The Black Stallion." She was my unreachable and isolated love.
CRIED TO:
SERIES OF SHOTS - UJANG'S EFFORT
A) EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON: Ujang walks in his neat clothes, getting ready for his weekly Saturday night visit.
B) EXT. ARYATI'S HOUSE - NIGHT: Ujang stole some time to meet Aryati before his main agenda.
INT. UJANG'S HOUSE - NIGHT (A DIFFERENT SATURDAY)
Ujang stood inside the house, sipping a glass of water after just stopping by to meet his "Black Stallion." The house was very dark outside.
VOICE FROM OUTSIDE (O.S.)
Assalamu'alaikum.
Ujang put down his glass, walked to the door, and stepped outside.
EXT. UJANG'S HOUSE PORCH - CONTINUOUS
Ujang froze. His eyes widened in surprise.
Before him stood DEDI, a young man he already knew well. However, Ujang's attention was immediately drawn to the person next to Dedi: YETI ARYATI, aka "The Black Stallion."
UJANG (V.O.)
It turned out that Yeti was Dedi's younger sister. It suddenly made sense why they both had the exact same dark skin tone.
Dedi broke the awkwardness, looking at Ujang.
DEDI
Is the Yeti in there?
UJANG
(Nervous, stammering)
Ah... y-yes, he's in there.
The atmosphere became very awkward. Dedi seemed intimidated by Ujang's presence. He cleared his throat.
DEDI
Then, if you'll excuse me. Come.
Dedi immediately turned and left in a hurry. Ujang watched him leave, dejected.
UJANG (V.O.)
That shocking incident completely destroyed my courage to visit him again. Perhaps this is the classic definition of a relationship that's broken... before it even had a chance to truly connect.
EXT. VILLAGE STREET - AFTERNOON
Ujang walked aimlessly back and forth, looking around with a listless face. His steps stopped when his gaze locked on a girl in the distance.
The girl was ATIT WIBAWATI, known as "Puteri Solo." She was tall, slender (almost emaciated), with smooth white skin, and beautiful wavy hair. She walked with great grace.
UJANG (V.O.)
Puteri Solo looked exactly like Twiggy, the world's top supermodel at the time. But when I wanted to act, a huge cultural barrier stood in my way. She was a polite and traditional Javanese girl, and I? Just an innocent young man from Asgar—a native of Garut—who was still young.
Ujang tapped his forehead, desperately searching for a way out. An idea flashed across his face.
EXT. IYAM'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
Ujang stood in front of a house only three houses away from Puteri Solo's residence. It was the house of IYAM, a sweet, dark-skinned girl.
Ujang waited, but the door remained closed. Half shocked and half in disbelief, Ujang called out loudly.
UJANG
Iyam, come out! I need to talk to you.
The door opened slowly. Iyam left with a sour and reluctant expression. Before Ujang could open his mouth, Iyam interrupted sharply.
IYAM
Honestly, Iyam doesn't want anything to do with you, Kang Ujang. You're such a playboy!
UJANG
(Flattered)
Huh?! Playboy?
IYAM
First, you chased Nyai, then you moved on to Ikah, and now you're chasing Iyam!
UJANG
(Confused and panicked)
Wait a minute... How do you know about Ikah, Nyai, and Yeti?
IYAM
(Snapped)
News travels fast!
Iyam turned and slammed the door.
Ujang stood frozen on the porch, his mind reeling.
UJANG (V.O.)
Suddenly, it hit me. This must be Aji Hideung's doing! He really likes Iyam. Because he was jealous that I came here, he must have poisoned Iyam's mind with those rumors. That's the most logical explanation.
FLASHBACK CUT:
EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON (UJANG'S MEMORIES)
IKAH walked past Ujang. Ikah stole a glance at him with a shy smile.
UJANG (V.O.)
As for Ikah, it was all because Dadang—Ana's older sister's boyfriend—once jokingly sent her a message: "Ikah, I have greetings for you from Kang Ujang." I never understood what Dadang meant, but it definitely wasn't a date!
BACK TO SCREEN:
EXT. IYAM'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON (CONTINUOUS)
Ujang took a deep breath and walked away from Iyam's house.
UJANG (V.O.)
My efforts to find Si Nyai had failed. As for Yeti, that opportunity had passed. And now, I decided not to push my luck with Iyam any longer.
Ujang stopped in his tracks and looked at Puteri Solo's house in the distance. His eyes lit up with excitement again.
UJANG (V.O)
NT'D)
Now, the real challenge was approaching Puteri Solo. Giving up was not an option. The burning spirit of the Revolution had been ingrained in my soul: Never Retreat, Keep Moving Forward! Move forward, never give up!
INT. UJANG'S ROOM - NIGHT
A kerosene lamp was on. Ujang sat at the table, holding a pen intently. On paper, he wrote an acrostic poem.
The camera panned vertically from top to bottom, tracing the first letters of each line: A - T - I - T W - I - B - A - W - A - T - I.
Ujang's pen scribbled a single line: "Tell me a story, short but eternal..."
EXT. FRONT OF PUTERI SOLO'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
Ujang handed the folded piece of paper containing the poem to TITA, Puteri Solo's younger sister. Tita smiled and took the paper into the house.
INT. LIVING ROOM OF PUTERI SOLO'S HOUSE - ANOTHER DAY / NIGHT
Ujang's heart was beating very fast (SFX: Heartbeat). He sat on the rattan chair, tense, but trying to remain calm.
Puteri Solo emerged from the house carrying drinks. She greeted Ujang with a very warm smile. They began to chat and laugh together. The atmosphere felt very relaxed and flowing.
Ujang smiled, but his eyes conveyed deep confusion. He stared at Puteri Solo's face, which was acting completely normal.
UJANG (V.O.)
Our conversation brought relief to my pounding heart. However, one thing deeply confused me. Throughout our conversation, she acted completely normal. There was not the slightest hint, no blush on her cheeks, or any reaction that indicated she had received my poem...
Ujang continued to stare at Puteri Solo, who was talking cheerfully, leaving a big question mark in his head.
And The Scan the end.