Watching Budi Pekerti felt incredibly personal. I know exactly how difficult it already is to be a teacher in Indonesia - underpaid, overworked, and expected to be perfect at all times. That's why Bu Prani's story cut so deep. She was never trying to be a hero. She was just tired. Human.
When that one moment at the market was caught on video, I knew what was coming. The internet doesn't wait. People don't ask questions. And just like that, everything she built - her job, her identity, her dignity - was put on trial by strangers.
Ine Febriyanti's performance was devastating in the best way. So subtle, but so powerful. I could feel her crumbling quietly, the way many real people do - without drama, without screaming, just... trying to survive.
And the ending? Honestly, I loved it. It doesn't force a "happy" resolution, and that's exactly why it works. Sometimes, life doesn't wrap up neatly. Sometimes, we just carry on, even if we're broken. And that final scene says more in silence than any dialogue could.
Budi Pekerti is the kind of film that lingers. It's not just a social commentary. It's a reflection of how cruel we've become, and how little space we give people to just be human. I cried when it ended - not because it was tragic, but because it was honest.
This film matters.
