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THE CORRS’ INDONESIA ADVENTUUUUUURES!!!

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Mini Story: President Nisa & The Corrs: Wrong Lyrics, Wrong Sambal, One Heart!

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Chapter 1: Exploding Klepon, Topsy-Turvy Blankon, and an Angklung War in Pasundan Land

The roar of the private jet finally subsided, replaced by the familiar hustle and bustle of Soekarno-Hatta International Airport which, despite being meticulously arranged for VVIP guests, still held a touch of that sweet Indonesian chaos.

The Corrs—Andrea, her tired eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses; Sharon, still trying to look chic despite her hair being a bit tousled by turbulence; Caroline, who had been busy snapping pictures of clouds with her phone; and Jim, lost in his own world as usual, engrossed in an Irish philosophy book as thick as a pillow—finally set foot on Indonesian soil.

President Nisa Farha, accompanied by Reza (Nisa’s husband/first gentleman) who wore his most charming smile (while also a tad anxious about the next ten days), welcomed them in the VIP lounge.

"Welcome to Indonesia, The Corrs! Wilujeng Sumping! Horas! Ya'ahowu!" Nisa greeted, trying to show off a bit of her country's linguistic diversity, which was immediately met by bewildered stares from the Irish quartet.

"Uh, thankyou, Madam President. Was that... a spell?" Andrea asked cautiously, nearly making Reza choke on his own laughter.

"No, Andrea, those are 'welcome' greetings from various regions in Indonesia," Nisa explained with an amused smile. The formal protocol instantly melted away.

The first surprise didn't take long. As a "light" welcome snack, Nisa had prepared a parade of traditional market snacks. Andrea's eyes lit up at the sight of green balls sprinkled with coconut. "Oh, these look like tiny green snowballs! What are they?" "That's klepon, Andrea. Be careful when you eat it, okay?" Nisa said with a knowing smile.

And she was right. With one enthusiastic bite, the liquid palm sugar inside the klepon EXPLODED! Right in Andrea's mouth. Her eyes widened, her cheeks puffed up, and a small spurt of palm sugar nearly hit Jim's expensive shirt. Caroline, who was busy munching on a kue cucur (which she thought was a burnt pancake), was so startled she dropped the comro she'd been holding, mistaking it for a chocolate bar.

"Oh my goodness, Andrea! Are you okay?" Sharon exclaimed in panic, patting her sister's back. Andrea, after successfully swallowing the sweet explosion, could only grin with a bit of palm sugar at the corner of her lips. "That was... an explosive welcome! Literally!"

The journey to the Miniature Palace at Taman Mini Indonesia Indah (TMII) was filled with Jim relentlessly asking why the trees along the toll road were "moving so fast" (he meant the flashing electricity poles).

Upon arriving at the Central Java Pavilion, with the intention of introducing Javanese culture, Nisa was instead treated to the sight of Jim gallantly trying to wear a blankon, but it was upside down, the front part covering half his face. "Jim, you look like a Javanese Batman with a broken mask," quipped Alex, Nisa's son, who suddenly appeared and instantly bonded with Caroline over their similar taste in music.

Sharon, on the other hand, went wild trying on all the displayed traditional outfits. From the Bodo dress of Sulawesi, Javanese kebaya, to Batak Ulos. The result? She stood bewildered in the middle of the room, entangled in fabrics, looking like an artistic walking clothesline. "I think I'm more suited to be a Christmas tree than a traditional costume model," she muttered in resignation.

That evening, the culinary adventure continued at Setu Babakan, a Betawi Cultural Village. The Corrs were mesmerized by the rural atmosphere in the middle of the city. Served with Bir Pletok, Andrea, hearing the word "bir" (beer), immediately perked up. "Oh, finally, some good old Irish brew, eh?" Nisa and Reza exchanged glances, stifling laughter. "This is Bir Pletok, Andrea, a traditional Betawi drink, non-alcoholic, but warming," Nisa explained.

After three glasses of Bir Pletok ("Because it's warming!" was her excuse), Andrea became super cheerful, her laughter louder than usual, and she even tried to chime in on the Lenong dancers' conversation with a mix of Tarzan English. The climax was when Caroline, who had been observing the Lenong dancers intently, was suddenly "possessed" by the spirit of a Betawi artist. She leaped onto the stage and tried to converse with one of the dancers, using a mix of English, a little Indonesian taught by Alex in the car (mostly incorrect), and a lot of dramatic hand gestures. The audience, including Nisa and the usually stoic paspampres (presidential security guards), roared with laughter.

On the second day, the group continued their journey to Bandung by train. The winding views of the Parahyangan southern route with its expanse of rice fields and mountains left The Corrs (minus Jim, who was back to focusing on his book) ceaselessly exclaiming in awe and snapping pictures. "This is like a moving painting!" Sharon exclaimed.

Arriving in "Paris van Java," the first agenda was "fashion shopping" at Cihampelas. Andrea, who seemed to have forgotten the Bir Pletok incident, immediately went crazy seeing rows of t-shirts emblazoned with "I Love Bandung" (the quality of which was, well, so-so). She bought five in different colors. Meanwhile, Sharon, with her artistic soul, was more interested in the ripped, faded jeans on display. An epic haggling scene ensued between Sharon and a t-shirt seller who understood no English whatsoever, and Sharon who used sign language combining violin movements and traditional Irish dance. Miraculously, she got a discount.

In the afternoon, the cultural agenda was a visit to Saung Angklung Udjo. After a mesmerizing demonstration, The Corrs were invited to try playing the angklung. This is where Sharon and Jim's competitive spirit emerged. They fought over who would play the melody of "My Heart Will Go On" on the angklung, each insisting their notes were the most accurate. Andrea tried to mediate, but only made the tune more chaotic. Caroline? With fiery enthusiasm, she struck the angklungs in front of her with a drum rhythm, trying to turn the Titanic song into a boisterous disco beat. The angklung trainers could only smile in resignation.

The evening concluded with a true culinary challenge: super spicy Seblak Ceker (chicken feet seblak) at the "Naga Bonar Wakes Up" level and warm Ronde Jahe (ginger balls). Andrea, curious about Alex's description of "chewy noodles in a fiery broth," immediately took a large spoonful. The result? Tears streamed down her face, her nose ran, and she instantly chugged three glasses of sweet iced tea. Jim and Caroline only dared to taste a little of the broth before giving up. Who would have thought, Sharon, the elegant violinist, turned out to be the champion. "This... this is... surprisingly good! Can I have more of that red thingy?" she said, pointing at the chili paste. Nisa and Reza could only exchange another glance, a mix of amusement, a little pride, and worry that someone would have a stomach ache the next morning.

The trip was only two days in, but the supply of laughter and absurd stories was already overflowing. What else awaited them in Yogyakarta?

Chapter 2: Sleepy Sunrise, Flailing Puppeteer, and Abstract Batik by The Corrs

After the "culinary conquest" and "angklung war" in Pasundan, President Nisa's entourage and The Corrs continued their journey to the heart of Javanese culture: Yogyakarta and Magelang.

The mission for day three: to chase the mystical sunrise at Punthuk Setumbu with the magnificent Borobudur Temple as a backdrop. Of course, this meant waking up before the roosters even had a chance to stretch. "What... time is it?" Andrea groaned from under the thick blanket in their luxurious Yogyakarta hotel. Her eyes were still half-closed, her hair already resembling a weaver bird's nest after a storm.

"Three AM, Miss Corr. Time to hunt for the sunrise!" replied a well-built paspampres with a (trying to be) friendly smile, already on standby outside Andrea's room. The Corrs, who seemed to still be carrying jetlag from Dublin plus the side effects of staying up late from being too full of seblak (especially Sharon), looked like zombies as they were herded into the car. Jim, with his philosophy book still clutched to his chest, successfully fell asleep again even before the car left the hotel parking area. Caroline tried to stay awake by listening to death metal through her headphones, while Sharon, strangely enough, looked the most refreshed, perhaps due to the lingering adrenaline from her spicy victory the night before. President Nisa, accustomed to early morning schedules, could only smile understandingly. "Consider this physical endurance training, friends. The sunrise at Borobudur is worth it, really!" she cheered, which was answered by a soft snore from Jim.

The journey to Punthuk Setumbu was marked by Nisa finally having to "force" Jim awake by singing an impromptu keroncong version of "Runaway." Nisa's voice, usually elegant during speeches, now sounded... unique. Jim woke up instantly, not because of the beauty of Nisa's voice, but more due to the shock of hearing an unexpected arrangement of his own band's song.

Upon reaching the peak of Punthuk Setumbu, the cold air immediately pierced their bones. The Corrs, wearing layers of jackets until they looked like skinny Michelin Men, still shivered. However, all sleepiness and cold vanished instantly when the dawn began to show its golden hue on the eastern horizon, slowly illuminating the majestic silhouette of Borobudur Temple in the distance, shrouded in a thin sea of mist.

"Whoa …," was all Andrea could manage, her eyes captivated. Sharon immediately took out her violin, trying to capture the beauty of the moment in a spontaneous, serene melody. Caroline, forgetting her metal music, was busy taking hundreds of photos from various angles. Jim? He actually asked Nisa, "So, are those stupas actually giant hats of the gods, or ancient UFO landing pads, Madam President?" Nisa took a deep breath, trying to explain Buddhist philosophy in the simplest terms, while restraining herself from facepalming.

Exploring Borobudur Temple after sunrise became an adventure in itself. Caroline, with the agility of a drummer, tried to imitate the poses of the dancers on the temple reliefs, and of course, almost slipped if Reza hadn't caught her. Alex, who had joined them, was busy being The Corrs' personal photographer, directing their poses to look "aesthetic" in front of the stupas.

In the evening, after a full day of absorbing Java's mystical energy, it was time for a calmer cultural session: learning to make batik. In a traditional batik workshop, The Corrs were given canting (a tool for applying wax), hot wax, and a piece of white cloth. "This is like... painting with hot wax?" Andrea asked, slightly hesitant to hold the canting.

Nisa, who turned out to be quite skilled at batik, tried to give an example. But alas, The Corrs' artistic souls were a bit... out of the box. Andrea's batik, because her canting kept leaking and the wax dripped everywhere, ended up as a piece of modern abstract art that looked more like a map of the Milky Way galaxy after a meteor shower. Sharon, staying true to her violin, meticulously drew a giant violin motif in the middle of her cloth. Jim, after five minutes of trying to draw a straight line and failing miserably, decided to "meditate" in the corner of the room while staring at his white cloth. Caroline? She found her own way to "batik": dipping all her fingertips into the hot wax (luckily not too hot) and making brown fingerprint stamps all over her cloth. "This is called finger-batik percussion style!" she exclaimed proudly. The batik artisans in the workshop could only smile wryly, caught between amusement and horror at seeing their cloth "reinterpreted."

The fourth day was filled with a true rural adventure: riding a cow-drawn cart around the village. Andrea, who apparently had a bit of mysophobia, screamed every time the cart passed a puddle or, heaven forbid, cow dung.

"This is more nerve-wracking than a roller coaster!" she complained, clutching the straw hat Nisa had lent her to keep it from flying off.

The cultural highlight of the day was trying to be a wayang kulit (shadow puppet) puppeteer. Under the guidance of an elderly, patient (incredibly patient) dalang (puppeteer), The Corrs tried to perform several scenes from the Mahabharata epic. Jim, who surprisingly knew some names of the Pandava and Kaurava characters (a result of reading his philosophy book, which somehow connected to ancient India), tried to narrate the Bharatayuddha war in a rock opera style, complete with "JDUAR! CRASSSH!" sound effects from his own mouth. Sharon, holding the Srikandi puppet, made her Srikandi dance ballet. Andrea, in charge of the Punakawan (clown servant) puppets, mostly laughed at Jim's antics. And Caroline, the true drummer, since there was no real gamelan, took the initiative to make gamelan sounds—"NONG NENG NONG NENG GUNG!"—with her mouth, with a tempo that sometimes beat fast like a disco song. Nisa and Reza, watching from behind the kelir (wayang screen), were doubled over with laughter. The elderly dalang, after "The Corrs' version of Mahabharata" ended, could only stroke his chest and mutter, "In all my years as a dalang, this is the first time a Kaurava sounded like the lead singer of U2."

The last night in Yogyakarta was closed with a legendary culinary hunt: Gudeg Pawon. The Corrs were a bit puzzled as to why they had to queue for a long time and eat gudeg (jackfruit stew) in a smoky kitchen. "Is this some kind of Javanese speakeasy restaurant?" Jim whispered to Sharon. But once they tasted the tender gudeg krecek (spicy cattle skin stew) with its perfectly balanced spiciness, all bewilderment vanished. Even Andrea, usually the pickiest eater, asked for seconds twice.

The adventure in Central Java might have ended with many absurd incidents, but The Corrs' hearts were already captivated. They began to understand why Nisa loved her country so much.

However, Bali was waiting with all its charm (and potential for more silliness). What would happen when The Corrs tried to conquer the Kuta waves or came face-to-face with the mischievous monkeys in Uluwatu?

Shall we continue to Bali? Wkwkwk, guaranteed to be even more exciting and make your stomach hurt from laughing! YEEESSS! Island of the Gods and the Gili Islands, get ready to be shaken up by the antics of The Corrs and President Nisa! Wkwkwk!

Chapter 3: Cat-Cat-Cat Kecak, The Glasses-Stealing Monkey, and Hysterical Snorkeling

After leaving a trail of laughter (and perhaps some confusion for the batik artisans and wayang puppeteers) in Central Java, this super unique VVIP entourage finally landed on the Island of the Gods, Bali. The scent of incense and frangipani flowers immediately greeted them, as did the hotter and more humid weather.

"Wow, this really feels like a tropical holiday!" Andrea exclaimed, her sunglasses already perched sweetly, ready to ward off the famously flirtatious Balinese sun.

The first surprise in Bali: a flower bath in their luxurious villa overlooking lush green rice paddies. Nisa and Sharon immediately enjoyed the sensation of soaking in warm water sprinkled with rose and jasmine petals. Andrea was initially hesitant, "These flowers won't have any caterpillars, right?" she asked warily. Meanwhile, Caroline, whose imagination was always wild, asked Reza, "Is this some kind of ritual to summon the flower goddess? If so, what costume should I wear?" Reza could only grin while explaining that it was purely for relaxation.

In the afternoon, the cultural agenda was learning the Kecak Dance. Guided by a (once again) super patient dance teacher, Nisa and The Corrs tried to imitate the intricate hand movements and the iconic "Cak! Cak! Cak!" chant. Sharon, with the flexibility of a violinist, turned out to be the quickest to pick up the movements. Jim, as usual, was as stiff as a dried chamois, his movements more like someone being electrocuted. Caroline, with her drummer's soul, focused more on the rhythm of the chant, which sometimes became too fast. And Andrea? With full confidence, she shouted loudly, "CAT! CAT! CAT!"

"Andrea, it's 'Cak', not 'Cat'," Nisa corrected gently, holding back laughter. "Oh, is it? I thought we were calling for cats! Like, meow?" Andrea replied innocently, making the entire dance studio (including the dance teacher) burst into laughter.

In the late afternoon, a mandatory visit to Uluwatu Temple to witness the sunset. The view was indeed spectacular, steep cliffs meeting the blue Indian Ocean. But, it wouldn't be The Corrs if there wasn't an incident. While busy taking photos with the temple in the background, suddenly a nimble monkey snatched Jim's branded reading glasses, which he had hung on the collar of his shirt!

"OI! MY GLASSES! YOU LITTLE MONKEY THIEF!" Jim yelled, reflexively chasing the monkey, which casually sat on the temple wall trying to wear the glasses (upside down, of course). A super comical chase scene ensued. Jim, with his tall stature, leaped around trying to retrieve his glasses. Several alert paspampres joined in, trying to negotiate with the monkey using a banana (which was flatly rejected, Uluwatu monkeys have high standards!). Nisa, trying to maintain her image in front of other tourists who had started watching and recording with their phones, could only whisper to Reza, "This is going to be tomorrow's headline: 'President Nisa Fails to Secure State Guest's Glasses from Diplomatic Monkey Attack'." Reza could only pat his wife's shoulder while suppressing laughter. Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of drama and a bribe of a pack of peanuts from Alex, the monkey agreed to "return" Jim's glasses, albeit with one lens already slightly scratched.

Day six began with a new challenge: learning to surf for beginners at Kuta Beach. Andrea, the most enthusiastic, also turned out to be the one most often tumbled by the waves. Her surfboard flew without her more often than not. "I think I'm more talented as a submarine than a surfer," she grumbled, coughing up seawater. Jim, after trying to stand once and immediately falling with a very ungraceful style, decided that "the philosophy of waves is more interesting to contemplate from the shore." Sharon, surprisingly, was quite adept and managed to stand up several times, making Caroline envious. Caroline herself? After feeling the surfboard was too "wobbly," she preferred to sunbathe prettily on it while wearing Andrea's borrowed sunglasses.

Lunch at Bebek Bengil (Dirty Duck Diner) was a redemption for all the exhaustion (and swallowed seawater). Jim, still traumatized by the monkey incident, this time tried to eat the crispy fried duck with his hands. The result? His face and shirt were covered in oil and spice crumbs, looking like he had just wrestled with the duck.

That evening, the romantic atmosphere of a seafood dinner in Jimbaran while watching the golden-orange sunset was slightly disturbed by the presence of a group of local musicians who suddenly played The Corrs' song "Breathless" with a rather... creative acoustic arrangement. At first, The Corrs just smiled politely, but their musical souls couldn't be contained. One by one, they started to sing along, then Sharon "borrowed" a violin from one of the musicians, Jim grabbed a guitar, and Caroline tapped the table as an impromptu drum. It turned into the most intimate and unexpected acoustic concert by The Corrs on the Jimbaran beachfront, witnessed by bewildered yet mesmerized restaurant-goers. Nisa and Reza could only look at each other and smile proudly.

On the seventh day, the adventure continued to Lombok and Gili Trawangan. The fast boat trip to Gili became a test for Andrea, who apparently got seasick easily. She spent most of the journey with a pale face, clutching a plastic bag (which, thankfully, remained unused). Caroline, on the other hand, was super enthusiastic, pointing at the sea and shouting, "Look! Dolphins!" which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be just the shadow of a cloud on the water's surface.

Jim and Caroline's first snorkeling experience in the clear waters of Gili became a comedy episode in itself. Jim, wearing oversized diving goggles that made him look like an alien, immediately panicked when he saw colorful Nemo fish. "GOOD HEAVENS! PIRANHAS! THEY ARE COMING FOR ME!" he shouted from underwater, his voice muffled by the mask. Caroline was no less dramatic. When her foot accidentally touched swaying seaweed, she immediately jumped into Nisa's arms (who happened to be nearby), "HEEEELP! A SEA SNAKE BIT MY FOOOOT!" Nisa and Reza, assisted by the snorkeling instructor who was used to dealing with panicked tourists, finally managed to calm them both down, albeit with a little "persuasion" of young coconut ice afterward.

That night, the serene atmosphere of a bonfire party on Gili Trawangan beach was slightly tainted (or perhaps made even more exciting?) when The Corrs tried to sing a Sasak regional song they had just learned that afternoon from Alex. Their usually perfect vocal harmony now sounded... terribly off-key. The lyrics were also a jumble of Sasak and Irish. The hotel staff who were watching could only politely suppress their laughter. Alex, feeling responsible, tried to "save" the atmosphere by teaching them to play Oasis' "Wonderwall" on the guitar. The result? After several wrong chords and wrong lyrics, the song transformed into a strange but quite danceable dangdut koplo version.

Chapter 4: Komodo from Afar, Off-Key Ship Karaoke, and the Promise of "Salah Sambal in My Heart"

The eighth day of adventure began with renewed spirits (and stomachs that were more accustomed to Indonesian cuisine, except perhaps for Jim who was still traumatized by seblak).

This VVIP entourage tried exploring Gili Meno by bicycle. Andrea, feeling like an expert after successfully not crashing on Gili Trawangan the day before, this time had bad luck: she successfully got lost and wandered into a residential village where a celebration was underway, and unknowingly joined in some dangdut dancing for a bit before being found by a breathless paspampres. Sharon, on the other hand, had to struggle with a bicycle whose tire suddenly went flat in the middle of a deserted path. Luckily, Reza swiftly came to the rescue like a masked hero (without the mask, of course) to help patch the tire, while being secretly filmed by Alex for his "My Dad, The Accidental Bicycle Mechanic" content.

Lunch that day was super spicy Ayam Taliwang, a Lombok specialty. Jim and Caroline, after the first bite made their eyes water and ears smoke, immediately waved the white flag and chose to eat crackers instead. Sharon, the Irish Queen of Spice, and Nisa, a true lover of spicy food, looked like they were thoroughly enjoying it, even asking for extra chili sauce multiple times. "Now this is what I call challenging food!" Sharon exclaimed with fiery red lips.

In the afternoon, they enjoyed the sunset from Malimbu Hill in Lombok. The view was extraordinarily beautiful, with the silhouette of Mount Agung in Bali in the distance. Andrea, whose artistic soul was stirred again, tried to paint the scene on a small canvas she always carried. The result? An abstract painting with colors that looked more like a kindergartener's spilled watercolors than a sunset scene. "This is called... sunset à la abstract expressionism," she said defensively. Nisa and Reza, who were trying to enjoy a romantic moment together (while occasionally swatting attacking mosquitoes), could only smile amusedly. Reza even whispered to Nisa, "Alex's elementary school paintings were probably better, dear."

On the ninth day, the peak of the adventure: flying to Labuan Bajo, Flores, and meeting the Ancient Dragon, the Komodo! Of course, for safety (and Andrea's sanity, as she had prepared oversized binoculars and family-sized anti-Komodo spray), the encounter was arranged from a very, very safe distance on the deck of the luxurious phinisi boat they had chartered. When a large male Komodo dragon walked majestically on the shores of Rinca Island, Andrea immediately hid behind Jim, peeking through her binoculars. "Is... is he looking at me? His gaze is so scary!"

Caroline, who was braver (or more clueless), got excited during a light trek on the island when she saw a metallic blue butterfly the size of her palm. "OH MY GOD! IT'S A BUTTERFLY MONSTER! IT'S GOING TO EAT ME!" she screamed, making the local ranger and paspampres scratch their heads. Jim, as usual, was more interested in the geological structure of the rocks on the island and was busy collecting small rock samples (which were later confiscated by the paspampres for fear they were part of the nature reserve).

The afternoon was spent relaxing and swimming at the enchanting Pink Beach. Alex, with his architect's soul, tried to build a sandcastle shaped like the Merdeka Palace, complete with a flagpole made from a twig. Nisa and Sharon sunbathed while exchanging stories, while Andrea and Caroline were busy searching for pretty shells.

The last night on the phinisi boat was filled with a slightly melancholic yet festive farewell dinner. And of course, it wouldn't be complete without an impromptu karaoke session! Nisa and Reza, who initially declined with excuses of "hoarse voice" and "afraid to ruin the mood," were finally "forced" by The Corrs to contribute their golden (or bronze?) voices. Nisa, usually very dignified when giving speeches, that night sang "Zombie" by The Cranberries in a rather... stiff manner, and mixed up some of the lyrics. Reza was even worse. With full confidence, he chose Frank Sinatra's "My Way," but his lyrics consisted more of "nananana" and "something like that" than the original lyrics. The Corrs and Alex were crying with laughter. "Mr. Reza, you're better suited to be a comedian than a singer," Caroline commented between laughs.

The tenth day, farewell day. The last breakfast on the boat with the stunning view of Labuan Bajo felt so heartwarming. There was a sweet impromptu gift exchange: Nisa gifted each member of The Corrs a beautiful woven ikat cloth typical of Flores, while The Corrs, collectively, gave Nisa a mini bodhrán (traditional Irish drum) engraved with "Nisa - The 5th Corr."

"We should jam together sometime, Madam President!" Sharon said, hugging Nisa.

Back in Jakarta, the final photo session at the airport was filled with laughter, tight hugs, and a few uncontainable tears. The Corrs promised to return to Indonesia soon, and most importantly, they vowed to create a song inspired by their incredible ten-day adventure. "The title might be... 'Salah Sambal in My Heart'?" Andrea suggested, laughing. "Or 'Klepon Explosion Blues'?" Jim chimed in with a deadpan face, which just made everyone laugh even harder.

The farewell at the departure gate felt heavy. Nisa, Reza, and Alex waved until the figures of the Irish quartet disappeared from view. The ten-day adventure full of surprises, laughter, a little panic, and a lot of warmth had finally come to an end. Indonesia had given unforgettable memories to The Corrs, and The Corrs had brought new color to the lives of President Nisa and her family.

As a perfect closing to this story, just moments before The Corrs' plane took off, a final small incident occurred: Jim, in all his calmness, apparently forgot where he had put his passport. The entire entourage (minus Nisa and Reza who had already left the airport) panicked, searching high and low, before the passport was finally found tucked inside his thick philosophy book. The Corrs, of course :))

Epilogue: "Indo-Amazing-Yeah!" Explodes, The World is Astonished (and Nisa Becomes an Accidental Music Video Star)

A few months after The Corrs returned to Ireland, the music world was shocked by the release of their newest single. It wasn't a melancholic ballad or a cheerful folk-pop song like usual. This time, it was a song with a unique beat, a mix of traditional Irish music, a touch of gamelan, and... magical lyrics. The title: "Indo-Amazing-Yeah!"

The lyrics were an epic (and slightly nonsensical) blend of English, a few Indonesian words with spelling that would make any Indonesian language teacher dizzy ("Nasi Go-Wrong is very yummy, Kle-Pon make my heart go boomy! Sendaljepit is my best friend, oh Mon-key, please give back my lens!"), and some regional dialect phrases they had learned (or rather, misheard) during their trip. There was a rap part from Jim about "the philosophy of the Uluwatu monkey and the mystery of the Borobudur stupa," Sharon's violin solo that suddenly interspersed a snippet of "Suwe Ora Jamu," and of course, Andrea's signature "CAT-CAT-CAT!" shout in the most memorable chorus.

Strangely enough, or perhaps precisely because of its uniqueness, the song "Indo-Amazing-Yeah!" EXPLODED! It topped the charts in Indonesia for weeks, even went viral in several Southeast Asian countries and (most surprisingly) became a favorite ringtone for truck drivers in outback Australia.

What made it even more phenomenal and a global topic of conversation was its music video. "Professionally" directed by Caroline Corr herself (with technical assistance and "brilliant" ideas from Alex via cross-continental video call), the music video was a compilation of all the amateur recordings and super hilarious clips from their ten-day trip in Indonesia. Viewers were treated to scenes of Andrea's eyes popping when the klepon exploded in her mouth, Jim with his upside-down blankon making him look like a lost ninja, Sharon struggling to haggle for faded jeans in Cihampelas with god-level sign language, Caroline "batik-ing" with fingerprints while grinning like a Cheshire cat, Jim running for his life from the glasses-stealing monkey, mass panic during the first snorkeling session, The Corrs singing a Sasak regional song so off-key it sounded more like a cat caught in a trap, and of course... the most screenshotted and meme-d highlight: the elegant President Nisa Farha, with a slightly panicked face and somewhat messy hair, almost slipping and falling while trying to imitate Kecak dance moves, interspersed with close-ups of Reza's expression as he desperately tried to hold back laughter behind her, pretending to cough.

President Nisa, who initially could only cover her face with both hands when she first saw the music video preview ("Rezaaa! Why didn't you censor that scene?! This is ruining the presidential image!" she protested, to which Reza replied with an innocent grin, "But it's funny, dear! The people get to see your human side!"), finally just had to surrender and laugh along. After all, the milk was spilt, and the spilt milk turned out to be delicious and a bestseller. At least, she now had a new title she had never imagined: Accidental International Music Video Star.

Every time the song "Indo-Amazing-Yeah!" played on the Palace radio (at Alex's special request, of course), or when she accidentally heard it in a cafe or shopping mall, President Nisa couldn't help but smile amusedly. She would remember the ten days full of laughter, a little (a lot) of silliness, the unexpected warmth of friendship, and the beauty of her country that she saw from a different perspective with her amazing Irish friends. That journey proved one thing: that music, laughter, and maybe a little "wrong sambal" or "exploding klepon," indeed have the magical power to unite hearts, even between a serious President and a legendary band that turned out to be just as crazy.

That new frequency of harmony, which began with a birthday surprise, now truly resonated, not only in her personal life with Reza but also managed to bring a little cheer and laughter to Indonesia, and even the world. And that, for Nisa, was an achievement no less proud than any bill passed.

Well, there's the epilogue! Their adventure is now officially, officially over! Wkwkwk! Thanks for following this fun-art story! 🤭👻🤣