May starts into a positive light by meeting miss Justina, who just few days if not sorry weeks later, prove exactly NOTHING, just waste of time properly, meanwhile Irsan decide to help our project and join us as well but much more things are going on in May, we prepare for the TRAILER of Tanah Airku while the presentation been done designed and shared to many many potential sponsors, from people I know, to people with contacts, to others companies and so on waiting for a hope to support this project.

May opened with light, though not all encounters carried meaning. Meeting Justina proved fleeting, while Irsan's arrival brought genuine help and support to the dream that mattered most: TANAH AIRKU. Much of this month was spent shaping the trailer, designing, presenting, and sharing it with countless people, companies, and contacts, in search of the one spark of faith that could carry the project forward. Amid the work, there were small, fragile joys: teaching Felina to ride a bike, clumsy but filled with laughter. A last meeting with Pak Bagus before the truth revealed itself; the grand opening of Segara Seaside Resort, where long nights of alcohol and fatigue gave way to mornings of exhaustion yet also unforgettable shots for the trailer. I remember the four of us, Dimas, Su, Felina, and I, crammed into a bathroom, steam rising, laughter mixing with headaches. A strange, beautiful moment before another day of creation.
But May also demanded its price. Pak Bagus, once trusted, revealed himself as the year's deepest wound, a scam that shook my finances, my peace, and my faith in people. Yet even with so little left, I poured every saving, every resource, into the one promise I had made to myself: to go on the road, no matter the weight. The studio was sealed against floods and animals, new gear prepared, merchandise printed, and tickets booked. Even a first church visit for Dimas and Su followed their crash, reminding us how fragile the road can be. On the last night, we raised a glass, took one photo, and I whispered a hope for them to be stronger, lighter, freer than me. As for myself, I go where I belong: To The Road.

TO GO or NOT TO GO?