Stylistically, the work thrives on contrast. The plainness of its diction — almost conversational — makes the moments of poetic gravity land harder. There’s an economy here: lines that could have been ornate remain spare, which creates a pressure that propels emotion rather than overwhelms it. This restraint allows small, concrete images to do weighty work: a name repeated, a sensory detail of milk, a single English word folded into Indonesian phrasing. Those choices generate resonance; they feel like mnemonic anchors around which broader themes orbit.