Summary: Two sisters live hating and hiding to each other, but love the same guy.
The screen shows “We live in a world where fragments are inevitable” – Anonymous
INT. APARTMENT LOBBY. MORNING.
Two look-alike, long-haired girls sit idly around the living room. The two sisters are ignoring each other. NEERA, the elder, however, tempestuously tends to talk to DIANDRA in a friendly manner.
Diandra puts her cellphone on the table before going to the restroom. Neera’s eyes follows her sister wistfully until Diandra’s cellphone rings, showing the name “Quinton” in the screen. Neera idly picks it up.
Hello, who’s this?
It’s Quinton. Is Diandra here?
She just went away without bringing her phone. Why do you call?
I just want to…
You shouldn’t talk with her. You just broke up with her.
Who’s this, anyway? Just give me the pho–
NEERA clicks the phone off and puts it on the sofa. She opens the call log and erases all of Quinton’s call history.
Diandra, tangling her hair, walks out of the restroom approaching Neera.
I heard my phone’s ringing. Who’s that?
Diandra checks the call logs and, doubting her sister’s indifference, and finds no Quinton’s name there.
Neera and Diandra are walking to campus under the same umbrella. Both are stuck in an inevitable silence.
No! I forgot something!
Neera turns her head toward Diandra’s. Diandra hands over her cellphone to her sister and back she goes. Neera accidentally glances Diandra’s cellphone and discovers a tall, fine-looking boy’s face in the wallpaper, showing the name “QUINTON”. A feeling of excitement creeps over her eyes.
Neera walks along campus backyard. Her eyes look straight frontward and finds, unexpeectedly, Quinton. Her excitement emblazons her eyes, but her smile answers her desires.
EXT. CAMPUS YARD. EVENING.
Andrea and Diandra sit on the campus benchyard. The bestfriends are catching up laughing.
So, how’s Quinton?
Diandra’s face turns worrisome.
Has he called you lately?
Not in a million years, I guess.
You know him, no? Has she ever talked to you about me?
The screen shows “at the same time…at another place”
INT. APARTMENT. MORNING.
Neera fiddles with her cellphone before she hears a doorbell and walks along the living room. She goes out of the room and finds Quinton.
Quinton rolls her body.
“A day ago…”
EXT. OUTSIDE THE APARTMENT. EVENING.
Neera walks along the campusyard. Quinton walks toward her and smiles. She remembers his face on Diandra’s wallpaper and joyously grins.
EXT. CAMPUS YARD. AFTERNOON.
Diandra looks something far behind her, walking on the stairs, finding some traces of her and Quinton back then there. She looks around and catches gloominess after all.
EXT. CAMPUS YARD. EVENING.
How could I stop you from talking about her?
What? I’m just asking.
Give it a break, Quinton. She doesn’t like dolls!
Anyway, can I have a message or something?
Neera rolls her eyes leaves him.
Hey, Neera! Come on!
Diandra walks toward her and Quinton’s favorite bench and now having a chat with a voice. She looks unsteadily joyous.
Hi! Long time no see. Where’ve you been?
I’ve been nowhere. Anyway, you’ve been a lot prettier, really.
Diandra chats as if Quinton were there, laughing and looking happy. The camera zooms out and shows Diandra talking to nothing.
INT. CASSETTE’S RESTROOM. EVENING.
Diandra, pimping herself, beautifully-dressed, looks into the mirror. Neera barges out off the restroom looking messed up.
Hm-hm. I’m going dating.
Neera watches Diandra go out. She, as always, grins.
“Neera has always lived in hatred of her sister.”
“Diandra and Quinton never requisite.”
“The two sisters live hiding toward each other. They live in fragments of life…”
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
– Allah SWT. for making this intricate project happen.
– Monique Ariica, the perfect Neera Cassette. I’m gonna miss your “winces” and “grins.”
– Lidya Permata Sari who brings my character fully alive.
– Nadira Dhaifina, the busy bee. You are silver!
– Vera Citra Utami, for reenacting and recreating the original story to yours, which perfectly makes my day reading it.
– Dimas Arbrianto, another busy bee. I can’t thank you enough though you only came once at location :p
– Muhammad Fadilla Pratama, the accidental crew. God speed.
– Endah Nurhamidah, for lending me the video camera.
– Potret, for making each sequence of the movie warmer and sweeter.
– Mostly everyone
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