Life indeed teaches you lessons. Lessons for a betterment, with or without your recognition.
If you find it difficult to figure 'em out and or even worse you really cannot understand what kind of lessons are those exactly, start to take a walk away from your zone and you'll realize it instantly.
A journey to western part of Nusa Tenggara this February was a bliss. First thing first, I don't really wanna claim that the trip gave such contribution in my life even changes me but well I have to admit that whenever I do travel, I have something to learn and from a glimpse of those lessons, I'm trying  so hard to at least make up my mind better. Anyhozzle, I never label myself as a traveler or such like the trend. I travel to go, to move, to get out from my zone solely to get away from this pseudo-life. And to learn.

The overall trip was so beautiful, they are indeed pretty for my heart; the long road, the people I traveled with, the people whom I met on the streets. Selalu ada yang membuat hati semakin kuat dari  cerita tentang berbagi makanan, tempat duduk, sampai alas tidur. Lalu cerita tentang berbagi kebahagiaan, kebahagiaan yang tanpa duka, karena duka biar disimpan dalam hati saja sendirian.
Spending days in Gili Trawangan, I have nothing to think about but joy of freedom. Later in one of the nights, when the bar-lights sparked glamorously, I had a thought of this absolute freedom, freedom from fear. After that night, I've been forced to deal with this hardly self-recognition and honesty.
Travelling in a budget has made us specifically concern about the whole decision that we need to make. Decisions which brought us to many priceless 'once in a lifetime' experiences. You realised that Lombok Airport (with 'international' label on it) is terribly awful for backpacker by spending a night sleeping on that place. The airport was always swarm with people, not by those who are the passengers but rather surrounded by locals who came for a 'picnic' (banyak penjual kacang rebus dan jasa penyewaan tikar) with their family to see plane landing and take-off. Apparently many people talk about this newly built airport, about land disputes or tension between locals and official about job allocation and stuffs.

Experienced a bit miscalculation on accommodation, we decided to go back to Mataram rather than keep staying on Gili Trawangan. It was worse in Mataram, we couldn't find any places that open 24hrs. No, not even McDonald's or coffee shop or cafe open until late. We were stranded on a park named Taman Udayana, having a chit-chat with some skaters there which apparently one of them ever studied in an uni at Jogja. Well, definitely, they know Southern Beach Terror -oh gees they're goddamn legendary.
Damn we barely had any guts to figure out what will happen to us after that because we desperately  had no idea where to sleep that night, we're running out of bucks. But then magic happened. The skater guys offered us place to stay at Mas Robert's, they even gave us ride.

"Mas ini daerah mana ya?" Asked me to Mas Kojek when we were on our way to Mas Robert's house, just in case we got lost the day after.
Transito he said, as we entered an area like a housing complex but i saw such a shelter in the middle tho' just a glimpse as I passed.

Wait what? Transito? I've heard this name but I wasn't so sure, was this place really 'that' Transito? I'll help you to understand why I discovered this as something big for me;

Once I read a novel by Oka Rusmini titled Maryam, recalling the stories about Ahmadiyah people who got exiled from their own home, their own hometown. Ahmadi refugee later move to this Wisma Transito. It was such a heartbreaking story, which I hardly believe that it was actually happening in this very country.
Apparently Mas Robert has ever studied in Jogja, he stays with his heartwarming and lovable mother. They were so kind to us, I'm dying to let them know loudly that I felt so blessed to meet them, moreover to Mas Robert's mother, I knew she was first a bit confused when her child took three  random girls from the street to their house, I mean who doesn't. She told stories about her family,  and everything moreover stories about their neighbour in Transito shelter where the life there can be so much fearful. Even though Mas Robert's and his mom are not Ahmadi nor Moslem, they live peacefully side to side with differences that intertwined among them.
Knowing that we were traveling far by our own, she kept reminding us to stay safe wherever we go. Three of us are young, restless but vulnerable. She told us to be not afraid wherever we wanna go, as long as you always keep your faith with you. Whether i'm a religious person or not, it's not something that I need to brag about, but God is the sole answer of my insecurity. I believe that it was God's force to make us stay in Mas Robert's place, to meet his mom, to protect us. Ilmu kehidupan yang mereka bagi sangat berarti, untuk tidak cuma menjalani hidup ini sebaik-baiknya tapi juga sambil menyadari terang-Nya.