It's 10am on a Tuesday. A tad early for a soundtrack of Indo
Pop. My Bahasa Indonesia is coming along just enough for me to make
out about two or three words from each song. But I don't really need
to speak the language to know that it's pining, teen angst emanating
from the speakers. “Maaf!” – “Sorry”, the young Indonesian
man sings with heart, though for what I can't quite tell.
