Rain Hasn't Stopped

SCENE 1
Pur, Juki and Tina are playing in the theater. The performance had just
finished and it’s getting quiet, but we can still hear the music and songs.

Music :

Lighting : Cerah/bright

(Sitting on chairs facing each other, Juki and Tina are cleaning up their
clothes and property at the back)

Fitri : Excuse me, Pur. I’ll clean your makeup for a moment.

Pur : Ya. Sure, go ahead.

Fitri : That was a great performance, I’m really amazed by you..

Pur : Ah, thank you, Fitri,,,, that’s enough, I have to go now.

Fitri : But your cheeks haven’t been cleaned yet! (while holding a cotton
ball)

His makeup wasn’t completely cleaned, but Purnomo hurried away.

Pur : (Wearing his coat) I’m going home now, do you guys still
want to stay here?

Juki : yeah, we still have to practice for tomorrow's

performance, there was something unpleasant/bitter
about our play, you also have to cover up the
shortcomings.……..

Pur : Ya, ya, ya ……. I know that, but I have to rest, my

condition is no longer like yours.

Tina : Alright, sir. You have to rest. But your guitar playing
is still messed up.

Juki : It's just your beat/knock that confuses me…

 Pur : Ok, That's enough. Don't blame each other, this is the
collective work between young people...... I'll go home
first.

Tina : Ok, be careful, Sir. The road to your house is

muddy.

When Purnomo left, the music started playing again.

SCENE 2

The night was quiet and the rain was pouring outside. In a living room, the
lights slowly fade in, a woman lies sleeping leaning on a table. Music plays
quietly. Not long after, there was a banging from outside.

Music : Rain,

Lighting : Warm

Pur : Mar ! Mar!

Marni woke up, gloomy, got up from the chair

Mar : The door isn’t locked …… (fall asleep again)

Pur entered, wearing a suit and carrying a wet raincoat.

Pur : Ah, can't you change your bad habits, I need

refreshment in this house, not even make me more
uncomfortable at home…

Pur : (Pulls the blanket, then throws it) not here, ck... why
can’t you ever understand what your husband wants? I
not marry a north pole woman!

Mar woke up wistfully, picked up the blanket and went into the
room.

Mar : Your face is still smeared with makeup…..

Pur : I’ve cleaned it ………

Mar : Ohh…… is it Fitri who cleans your makeup? the

sassy woman you are the same, Mas. You can clean it
yourself, why should you ask her?Do you want to be
petted??

Pur : What did you say? Don't just assume!

Mar : But it's true, isn't it?

Pur : No, you are too jealous.Why didn’t you just come
with me and watch, so you know what's going on
there!

Mar went into the room.

Pur : Go to sleep, don't talk if your soul isn't full, you're

pissing me off. Just hug your bolster and snore!

Mar : I'm not snoring! But, you are!

Pur : eh... I don't need an evaluation of my sleep!

Mar : So don't just accuse!

Pur : You did it first!/You accused me first!

Mar : I’m going back to sleep, don't bother me!

Pur : What? ….. hahahaha….. You're such a nice talker!

Where did you get that word? From watching a film,
opera? Hahahaha….. it's okay, I'm happy, you're
getting smarter now. At least you're starting to be good
at speaking and annoying people intelligently…….
Well, film or opera will help you become a good
speaker, I'm sure of that!

You know dear, actually you can make your husband

proud, it's just that you haven't been able to optimize
your potential. Fitri's beauty is far inferior to yours,
because I'm sure my nerves are still sensitive to good
things like you. and I have decided to marry you. I
even dreamed about it, I am really crazy about you.
But compared to Fitri, Fitri excites me more, but
judging from your body you are still superior. That's
because ......

Mar : (throws pillow from inside the room) don't come

close to me anymore......
Pur : Lo, hahahaha....... I like it better when you're angry.
It's more likely to inspire me as a husband and a man
with an aesthetic mindset. Behind your anger I find a
pleasure that I don't find in the majestic power of every
woman. You display your exotic power, I see it in your
eyes, the frown on your face that has been flat,
expressionless. That's an actor's wife.

Mar : You think I'm your actor's partner? You've never put
me as your wife, but you've put me in line with the
imaginary objects in your subconscious.…….

Pur : Ok, that's enough. Marni, my wife, it's late. I'm so

tired. I also have to save my stamina for tomorrow's
performance. Tomorrow will be an even more
incredible night than tonight and many people have
already booked their tickets. Hopefully it won't rain
like tonight, I don't want this long production process
to fail because of the rain. Yes, Saturday night will
bring a lot of spectators. But I've told the production
manager to limit the audience to 300 people and that's
good, more than that I don't even like it, because only
selected people can enjoy the play.

Music plays

Pur : (bernyanyi)

Aku simpan dendamku, pada ujung belati

Dan sekuntum bunga untuk perjumpaan kita

Aku baron sang penguasa malam …….

Di siangku, matahari meniduriku

Di malamku, embun santapanku

Mencarimu pada setiap sudut kota

Jendela, rumah kumuh, gang, sepanjang pertokoan

Aku simpan asli jasadku

 Pada kantung kumuh, gang sesak berpetak

Dan kupindah istanaku pada sepanjang jalan kota

Pur : I have swallowed a bowl of vegetables along with

the influx of alcohol that I specially prepared for
tonight. You think now Adios,,, how many levels of
toxins in my body also contribute to the policies
produced by my brain. But still they justify my every
decision, you know why? Because I am the chosen
one. Now open your ears wide to ……… (while acting
in front of Marni)

Mar : Mas, it's late, stop your babbling!

Pur : Ah …… you're so chatty! You're enjoying the

dialogue, I really like this part, but damn, Broto just
blurred my memory with his ridiculous improvisations
and this part was completely unspoken. I won't miss
tomorrow!

Mar : It’s late, Mas ….

Pur : It's almost morning.

Mar : Yahh, you know that.... It's almost morning, don’t be

noisy

Pur : yayaya ….. and now you have to sleep!

Mar : so don’t scream!….

Pur : Yes, I'll be quiet! (monologue facing the audience)

Damn, that woman doesn't appreciate my appreciation
at all. In the twenty years she's been my wife, you can
count the number of times she's accompanied me in
artistic activities. Sometimes I envy Pram, as a famous
director he is always accompanied by his wife
wherever he goes. It's annoying, her lips. It's not that
his wife doesn't believe in Pram, but that his wife
really supports his work as an artist, even though they
haven't had children for 15 years of marriage.

The night was getting late, Pur woke up, walked restlessly around the room,
his eyes were fixed on Sarwanti’s room, his daughter, he entered the room
anad his face changed. Then ran.
Pur : Mar, mar…… get out!! (banging on the bedroom
door) Mar, I said get out!

Mar : just sleep outside! I'm tired

Pur : GET OUT!

Mar : (opens the door quickly) What kind of demon has

possessed you?!

Pur pulled Marni's body

Pur : You said it was almost morning, it's not appropriate

to shout. So is it appropriate for girls not to be at
home?! (pulls Saranti into the room) Where is
Sarwanti?

Mar : lo… I … hmmm …. Sarwanti ……..

Pur : Have you lost your mind?! What are you doing at
home? and What do you want to say now?

Mar : Mas … I …..just hmmm …..

Pur : Oh God, what kind of woman is my wife? You've

really lost your mind huh??

Mar : Sarwanti!!! maybe in the bathroom, mas ……

Mar rushed to the bathroom. A few moments later he returned

nervously.

Pur : You found her?!

Mar shook her dead

Pur : You’re stupid... (goes out, comes back in a few

moments) Where should I look for her?

Mar : Maybe……. Eeee…..….. to ……

Pur : (sigh) GOD …….

Pur leaving the house, run in the rain

Mar : Mas…….. be careful….. use an umbrella….. or…..

wear a coat.

Pur was far away.

He looks disappointed, anxious and afraid..

 Music plays

Mar : Nduk, how can your parents make you understand?

As the days go by, deviations in your behavior become
more and more worrying. I'm so scared about your
future, sis. You are a woman. Your parents have a lot
of expectations of you, you are already an unnatural
woman. I'm sorry mas, I haven't been able to express
my anxiety directly to our child, because I myself am
so afraid of Sarwanti's attitude, I can't stand it when
Sarwanti speaks rudely to my parents, it hurts, so I
decided to choose silence, I hope she can understand
herself my silence. But ………. (monologue in front of
audience)

There was a sound of thunder, the rain became heavier.

Music: Rain and thunder

Mar : (stunned in front of the door) you're not wearing a

coat, bro...... (crying) Sarwanti, you're torturing your
father......

From afar it looks like the house is soaking wet

Mar : how is this mas ……… you're not wearing a coat

…….

Pur was silent, took off his clothes then threw the clothes on the chair, Mar
took them, then went into the room, not long after returning with warm
clothes for Pur.

Mar : I made hot tea.....

Pur was still silent, holding back his annoyance. Mar will come back in to
get a warm drink

Pur : Mar, I really can't stop thinking about you, I'm

worried about him......

Mar : Mas, she said just a moment, she will have dinner. I
will wait for you until I fall asleep in the chair...... I
only woke up after you came home, I thought Sarwanti
had entered the house without my knowledge and was
sleeping.

Pur : poor you, you must be tired, right?

Mar cried

Pur : Who did he go with?

Mar : who had taken him home several times......

Pur : who? is he a boy?

Mar nodded

Pur : Who?

Mar : Sap ….. Sarto ….. I forgot his name, who rode in a
red car.

Pur : Didn't I tell you, I saw a bad attitude from him, even
though I only met that young man once, Ii just
happened to be at home. Petenteng, no manners, dark
aura. So he comes here often? (Angry walking back
and forth)

Mar : Yeah sometimes …….

Masuk atmo

Atmo : Assalamualaikum,,,,

Atmo :Pakdhe, someone saw mbak sari with the crazy man
..... I was just looking for info on bangjo, how come
you just let sarwanti go with the semprul pakdhe, my
friend was actually going to beat the semprul, but it's
not good for sarwanti,but he went with mbak sar......

Pur : Who do you mean by that semprul?

Atmo : That's that boy, who uses a red sedan. That's why
Pakdhe, don't just look at people from their
appearance, and money.

Pur : What do you mean?!

Atmo : That's who he was, do you support mbak Sar in

dating a person whose only job is clubbing, drinking,
he's a bastard sir, don't miss out on being one of the
victims...
Pur : Atmo, shut up.. Instead, Do you really know who the
semprul is?

Atmo : Yeah I do, it's useless to be a resident of Prapatan if

you don't know him. Who doesn't know Sapto, his
parents are good, but sapto's behavior is horrible.

Pur : Do you know where he goes?

Atmo : Well, if he hasn't come home by this time, there are a

few possibilities, the first is at the semprol's hangout
with his motorbike racing gang, almost every night
they just race along the road of alun alun .....

Pur : At this time?

Atmo : It's more fun at night.

Pur : It's raining, is that possible .....

Atmo : He was in a gang, but the second alternative was at

the discotheque across the street from the arts center?

Pur : At the discotheque? Sapto - Sapto, that stupid boy.

Atmo : You know how people gather there, don't you?

Pur : Those punks? The hedonists who don't know what

the future holds, before there was a place like that, the
atmosphere around the arts center was conducive,
creative and intelligent people gathered every day,
having aesthetically pleasing intellectual discussions.
But after the disqotique was built, such activities have
been glamorized by the 24-hours. The creators prefer
to find other places to discuss, and avoid the
unpleasant sights and sounds of the place. The art
building became quiet, only when there was a
performance did it appear crowded, and even then it
was not as busy as before.

Atmo : And then what should we do?

Pur : You come with me .......

Atmo : Where are we going?

Mar : (Panicking) Mas, I'm sorry, I'm always giving mas
purnomo a hard time. I'm also sorry for Sarwanti, she
doesn't realize what she's doing is wrong. Perhaps it's a
form of protest against the fate that befell to her. The
biggest mistake is mine, and the impact is so big. Once
again forgive me and my daughter, mas ...........

Pur : (a bit nervous) What are you talking about?

Mar : This is what I've been afraid of all this time, because
as a mother I have to be a role model for my daughter.
I'm really afraid that the same thing that happened to
me will also happen to sarwanti .

Pur : Sarwanti is also my daughter.

Pur exits, Atmo is agitated.

Atmo : well if I have to go to that place ........

Mar : Are you scared?

Atmo : Oh shit, Sarwanti is just causing trouble. She often

hangs out there and once she had a clash with her
Prapatan friends. They're rude people, they can't
control themselves when they're drunk.

Mar : Be careful mas..

Purnomo : I don't want to be immoral, I'm looking for Sarwanti.

But if they ask for immorality, I will serve them.
Atmoo, come with me. ……..

Atmo : Yes, pakdhe ……..

Pur dan atmo exit.

Mar : Mas, put on your coat..

Pur took his coat, then left the house.

Mar : (talking to himself at the door of the house) I really

understand my husband's character, when he's angry he
never thinks long. Anyone will face it. I'm worried
that……..what if (shakes his head)…… hopefully
nothing happens to my husband and they find Sarwanti
before they reach that place. My worries are very
reasonable, people like them never think long. If the
nerves are affected by alcohol then humanity will be
defeated by animality.
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Mar : sar, your mother always have a high hopes for you,
when you were still in the womb. Initially, your father
wanted the first child born from my womb to be a boy.
He hoped that when the first child was born, a boy
would be able to protect his younger siblings later.
However, we were very grateful and happy when a
beautiful baby was born. Your father never stopped
kissing you at that time, your father's big hope at that
time was that you could become ………

SCENE 3 halaman, teras

There was a sound from outside.

Backsound: Car engine,

Sar : eh, that's enough sapto...... wasn't that enough? It's

already late... that's enough... Sssttt…. what if my
parents wake up…

Slowly the door was opened from the outside, Sarwanti crept in, the door
was unlocked, she saw Marni.

Sar : haven't you slept yet ma'am……?

Sarwanti will enter the room

Mar : Where have you been?

Sarwanti was indifferent.

Marni : Sarwanti! I'm talking to you!

Sar : I'm from... ah, the usual place ma'am...

Mar : (approaching Sarwanti) do you realize what you are

doing? (smells of alcohol) Sarwanti you smell of
alcohol, are you drunk?!

Sar : Do I look like a drunk person? Can I still walk

straight, ma'am?

Mar : Sar, your talking is getting more and more not

important. (dragging Sarwanti) sit down!

Sarwanti sat down.

Mar : Where have you been?

Sar : From a friend's house.

Mar : you're lying!

Sar : After that we went to the discotheque

Mar : To a discotheque? Having fun, getting drunk,

immoral? Astagfirullah my daughter,,

Sar : I'm just looking for entertainment...

Mar : You are a woman, what do you want to be in the

future...

Sar : What kind of woman are you?

Mar : sarwanti !……

Sar : Why ma'am? Did you shock that I ask like that?
Haven't you experienced times like this in your time?
Even worse. Not just entertainment but......Mar
menampar wajah sar, ada penyesalan, musik nglangut.

Sar : ((crying) why did you stop ma'am? Go on, let my

mouth be silenced, but what's wrong with me revealing
the truth? I will not just remain silent with the fate I am
experiencing now, because I am a victim. Victims of
the past stupidity and mistakes of my parents, my
mother, you. Of course, my mother was very surprised
by my attitude, wasn't she, but what I did was a
manifestation of a burden that had been accumulating
for some time.

Mar : What are you talking about?

Sar : I already knows everything ma'am...

Mar : You know what?

Sar : anything, what was your mother's past, as a women

who was loved by many men, I don't know who was
often the seductress, whether the men were towards
her, or whether she was the seductress. What is certain
is that my mother and family did not want my birth.
I'm not Mr Purnomo's daughter either...

The music was playing, Marni was crying, Sar was also unable to
hold back his tears.
 Mar : Yes, your mother is not a woman who should be a
role model......I can't keep hiding the truth, it will
definitely be smelled too. but not everything you hear
is true……. Who told you?

Sar : No need to know (Angry, curt) ……….

Mar : (crying) Your mother used to be an obedient village

woman. Your grandfather was a village head who was
respected by the community. Your mother is your
grandfather and grandmother's hope, because I am the
only woman in the house. Even though I'm a woman,
they treat me the same as my brothers, because they
want me o be an independent woman. Their trust in
their mother was so great that when she decided to
continue her studies in Yogyakarta, a big city that she
had never known before, they wholeheartedly agreed,
of course on the condition that they could take good
care of themselves.
Up to the second semester, mothers can still make
them proud by presenting a satisfactory GPA, and
assuming that they studied properly. Until finally my
mother met a man who ..... who could change my
mother's mindset and habits. In my mother's eyes, he
was an extraordinary man, a man who was able to
capture her heart for the first time, but at the same
time...... he was also a bastard who had thrown his fate
into dire straits......

Sar : so that mother wants to be a dirty woman, mother

begins to enjoy that life, and I am present as part of the
symbol of your sin.... After that, it was felt necessary
to repent and run away from that life, but it was too
late. So this monumental sin bears the burden of karma
arising from the fruits of the past sins of his ancestors.

Mar : no, who poisoned you so that your mind could be that
dirty?

Sar : the carcass will smell by itself. (rude angry)

Mar : not what you think……. Is it wrong if you love that
man with all your heart, is it wrong if you are always
afraid of losing him? Until finally the mother had to
give up everything, including having to.....(crying)
That night was the first time my mother cried with
such pain, it was like entering a long dark corridor, I
saw nothing but confusion, my mother had forgotten
herself, and realized when everything had happened.
From that moment on, I obeyed the man's wishes,
because I was so afraid of losing him, because I had
given up everything.

Sar : Including selling yourself to that man?

Mar : I never sells herself! Indeed, in the end, I often went

in and out of immoral places, nightlife, started to get to
know alcohol, completely forgot myself, until I really
took advantage of the freedom given by her parents.
Until the boarding houses moved around.

Sar : who is that man……..

Mar was silent

Sar : who is that man?!

Mar : You don't deserve to know

Sar : Who is that guy?!

Mar : why do you know, it will only add to hurt feelings?

Sar : hurt to whom? you mom? What is the effect? You
just hurt me, the mother who has made a blurry page in
my life, fate no longer recognizes me as a good
woman.

Mar : yes, your mother is the one who is most guilty,

towards you, because he has given you the sign of
the sin that is in you. towards the future, the past,
your parents who also disowned me as a child......

Sar : Who is that man ma'am?

Mar : He is your father! not someone else, your father

was the one who first caught your mother's heart,
who changed the line of our fate. Mom never sells
herself like you think. But only with your father,
mother is willing to give everything. until the
mother must bear either the fruit of love or the fruit
of sin. And my mother's fear at that time turned out
to be true, after my mother was pregnant with you,
suddenly the man disappeared as if he had been
swallowed by the earth.

The atmosphere is tense.

Mar : And Purnomo, your current father, he is a god of help

in our lives......

Sar : No, he's a devil in the face of a god, he's just taking
advantage of the situation. Firstly, with the situation at
that time, of course he could easily get to me, whether
it was my mother's heart, just because of my status. So
the artist has become a winner even though he only
gets leftovers from other people...

Mar : You have the heart to say that!

Sar : because now I really hate him...... we only used him
as an experiment for his works, admiration for my
father as a writer and an actor whose teachings
contained deep philosophical ideas which were
sometimes conveyed inconsequentially, suddenly the
admiration disappeared, when I found his work to tell
stories about the realities of our family's lives. A
written script that will be tried to be adapted into the
performance. I had time to read it. What is written
there tells the story of the reality of his life, who else if
not closely related to us. My blood seemed to stop for a
moment when the story clearly talked about us. I
checked the information with some of my friends at the
studio, it turned out they confirmed it, because my
father really wanted to present his life story on stage.
Hah, narcissistic! He wants his problems to be known
to as many people as possible.

Mar : Ohhh, mas ( sad) …….

Sar : Perhaps he is now engrossed and full of pride in

dissecting the story in the studio.

Mar : he's looking for you!

Sar : I'm already home, no need to look

Mar : he was so worried about you earlier......

Sar : Dad is good at acting……….

Mar : no, father is very sincere to us, he is still a god to your

mother, it is his right to create works, but the story is
not completely based on reality by father, there must
be some things that have been reduced, some have
been dramatized......

Sar : whatever form he takes, he is still too selfish. As an

artist he is successful, but as a husband and father you
stutter.

Mar : he gives the best for us...

Sar : because it is to be used and exploited…….

Sar entered the room

Mar : Sar…..! I'm so worried about you... I don't like you
going out with that man, he's not a good man, not a
good woman...... A woman back home home at
night...... I don't want your fate to be the same like
me..... let that bad experience happen to your mother.
Sarwanti, you can still take care of yourself, right?
Don't be dazzled by a man's appearance, but... sar, you
heard mom, right?

There was sobbing.

Mar : nduk, you can still take care of yourself, right? ......
you don't want your fate to be like your mother's,
right? You can still maintain your self, right?

Sar couldn't hold back his tears anymore, he left the room and
ran out.

Mar : Sarwanti …… where are you going? Answer your

mother's question first....... Want to go back there?
……. Nduk, why don't you answer that question? Even
though it is very important, don't make your mother
feel even more guilty. For God's sake, don't suffer the
same fate as your mother, I have high hopes for you...
Oh God, don't give karma for my sins to my child......

(Sarwanti goes out of the house in a bad mood)

Lights: dim, visual (multimedia, silhouette or whatever)

Purnama had to face several delinquents, Pur was beaten up.

Music: playing sadly………..

The photo frame in the house fell and broke, Marni was sad and
Atmo entered the performance hall while panting.

SCENE 4

Atmo : please, please, pakdhe pur….. pakdhe purnomo…..

Person 1: why? Uncle Purnomo has been home since earlier......

Atmo: you guys are good at fighting, right?

Person 1: Aren't you the better one? You're Prapatan's son, aren't
you?
 Atmo: Don't joke around, this is an emergency, a matter of life
and death sir...

Person 1: why? What is it? speak clearly! (starting to look

panicked)……..

Atmo: Come on, Let's just follow me now.

Everyone was curious and became agitated, then excited

following Atmo .......

Inside the house Marni was cleaning up the shards of a broken

picture frame.

Fade out ………..

Music : fierce, fighting

Everyone runs out to find Purnomo who has been arguing with
Sapto.

Sapto : Hahahah see, I did it, is this enough coins to win?

(playing slots)

Upin : Alah most later you also lose, then debt again!

Sapto : You lose! I can do anything, I can conquer Sarwanti

too!

Upin : Aren't you afraid of her father?!

Sapto duduk ketawa dengan temannya, tiba tiba ayahnya mendengar suara
sapto dan mendatanginya .

Pur : Hey you, what did you do to my daughter? She no

longer obeys like she used to, she used to be a sweet
girl who loved her parents, now she rebels and often
goes out at night with you!

Sapto : What do you mean? He told me himself that he was

fed up with his family, that he was like this because his
father was too strict at home!
 Upin : Ah, that's her dad!

Pur : What are you saying! How dare you not know the
manners of talking like that in front of me, (Slapping
Sapto). Remember, don't you, come to my house again,
until I know you dare to come home, I will beat you
with my machete!.

Slow music

Pur went walking home .... And atmo comes

Sapto : Damn, this old man is really bothering me (Picking

up stones around), I just hit him, with this sarwanti can
be free, *Bug head, Bug back.

Pur : Argh (in pain), please help.

Juki : Oh no Pakdhe, hurry up, Pakdhe!, heh brat, let him

go! (starts struggling)

Atmo : Hi, you bastard, you don't know yourself (strangling

Sapto).

Sapto : Who are you? You're bothering me. This is none of

your business.

Atmo : (starts fighting with his friends) Let's beat Juki.

Juki membantu pakdhe ke pinggir jalan.

Juki: Okey Mo.

Sapto: Take over him! (to Upin)

Lalu tiba tiba sapto yang memiliki pisau menusuk atmo sebanyak 3 kali

Sarwanti dating melihat mereka sedang bergelut…

Sarwanti : Apa itu ? Kenapa tergeletak! (Panik) Siapa itu? Ah

AYAH, SAPTO..
Sarwanti : Ayah, Bangun ayah! Ayah kau belum meminta maaf
padaku, Kau belum berbuat lebih baik kepadaku ! Ayo
cepat bangun

Ayah : Maafkan Ayah nak, jaga ibumu, jauhi laki2 itu…

musik : Ending sedih

Cahaya menggelap, sedih, redup . selesai

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