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Festival Film Italia

Tadi malam aku nonton festival film Italia di PPHUI bareng Susan. Sayangnya telat, jadi aku nggak tau judulnya. Ceritanya berlatar belakang Eropa tahun 1800an, ketika wabah kolera menyerang Italia. Untuk menghindari wabah itu, sebuah asrama yang menampung calon2 biarawati memulangkan semua penghuninya.

Seorang gadis bernama Maria adalah salah seorang penghuni biara itu. Ia sudah tinggal di situ selama 12 tahun sejak kematian ibunya ketika ia berusia 7 tahun. She thought that she was born to be a nun, it's her destiny.

She went home to her father who has been remarried and got 2 children - a girl and a boy. Many things happened on this vocation, life she knew only is so small, behind the wall of her dormy. Happines, fun, always considered as a sin. So she really surprised with the life she found at home, where there's so much fun around - festive, dancing, picnic, and also love. Maria met her neighboor, Nino, a lawyer to be. He felt in love with him, but Maria reject him - as she considered love as a temptation for her that will separate her from being a nun.

After she went back to her dormy, she found out that she actually has fell in love with Nino, but still, she considered it as a sin. One day her family visited her, and told her that Nino has been engaged with Maria's step sister. Maria was really shocked and gone sick, and it came worse when Nino and her sister had an appartement just accross her dormy.

At the same time, as a novis (a nun to be), Maria is given an assignment to take care of Agatha, a senior nun who's gone mad. Lately Maria found that Agatha gone mad because of love, she felt in love with someone when she was young, but it is prohibited as she was 'the bride of Christ'. That night, after found out what's really happened to Agatha, Maria ran from her dormy, went to Nino's home, crying. But there she found that her step sister was pregnant, then she realized that she and Nino now had a separated life. She no longer considered love as a sin, and found out that it was really a bless. Finally, she back to her dormy, and say the vow to be a forever nun.

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