I don't know why I can admire her, even though I only see her on the screen. I also don't know what her life is like, even if it is said that I am just an ant in her eyes. No, even worse than ants. An ant can still be seen by her, maybe I am just a fan whose existence is unknown to her.

I remember a song lyric that says.

~She is far away, and I am at home

Looking in awe at her on the screen

Is it possible for an ordinary person to become a superstar's boyfriend~

The song was performed by 'Project Pop' entitled 'Pacarku Superstar'. Ah... what a great song. At the beginning of the song, always mention the word 'if'. That's right if. All dreams always start with the word 'if'. If you want success then go for it! Don't give up halfway. If you want to be able to fly, then become a pilot. If it's just wishful thinking without trying, it's better to just give up than be a loser.

A person I admire is from Japan, she is a Celebrity there, who starred in films and voiced in several famous anime. Even though she is only 15 years old, her name is already very well known in the entertainment world. She debuted as a voice actor since elementary school in one of the anime that made her name.

I really admire her. When she voiced the anime, her voice was so soft when I heard it. The acting in the film is also very good. I really admire her.

“Prepare your clothes, son! Starting tomorrow, we will be staying in Tokyo.”

"Eh?"

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Hello, here Bolcurut. This novel is a translation of my work entitled "Cintaku Hadir di Jepang". I am working on this project for all global readers. If there are shortcomings in the translation, please understand. Humans are sometimes wrong.

This novel tells the story of a man from Indonesia who has to live in Japan. I don't really know much about Japan, but because I wanted to make a love story of Indonesians and Japanese people, I created this work.

What I give maybe some of you don't understand, maybe because you don't know what Indonesian culture is like. But don't worry, I will give my best for this work. If you are confused while reading it, please just ask me, I will be ready to help.

Oh well, I also wrote several works on another platform, namely Webnov*l. If you guys want to read it, go ahead, I'm happy with that.

I am confused about what else to write because I have to write 500 words, while I have only written 450 words.

Eng... how, huh? Okay, about me. I am 21 years old and live in Indonesia. Greetings. I like football and basketball. My favorite club is Arsenal, and my favorite player is myself.

Thank you.

My name is Bagas Samsudin, 16 years old. It's been 1 year since my father took me to Japan. Actually, at that time, I refused his invitation. I decided to continue my education in Indonesia for 1 year. Yes, in the end, I arrived in Japan when I was advancing to the 2nd grade of high school. I spent 1 year in Indonesia while I was in grade 1 of high school to study good Japanese literature. So I forgot something important in Japan, namely, the culture. I'm currently heading to my new school in Japan. Needed some adaptation when I got here.

Once one day, I greeted some people I didn't recognize with a genuine smile, like Indonesians greet. But, ended up with the sadness that I experienced.

“Hey, look! He's smiling to himself."

"Looks like he's crazy, huh!"

“Ah… what a shame. I just want to be a fish," I said.

For 1 year I focused on learning Japanese well, so I didn't have time to study the culture. I'm currently going to school in Tokyo. Maybe this will be difficult for me, especially when introducing myself there. This is a bit of a hassle.

The atmosphere here is very different from the atmosphere in Indonesia. For some reason, I was surprised when I saw the flowers blooming, let alone the cherry blossoms that adorned the road. The students also look happy when they go to school, even among them none of them use motorbikes or cars. This is different. They all walk and use bicycles to go to school. But it's a bit cold for me, maybe because the temperature in Jakarta is different from here.

"Cold..." I hugged my body with both hands to warm myself.

The uniform I'm wearing looks good on me too. This uniform wears a black coat with the school emblem on the left chest, and inside is a plain white uniform with the school emblem on the left chest. It seems that an emblem is very important for any school.

My father once said, “Son, in Japan there are 2 school uniforms. In summer you wear this!” My father showed me another uniform. “And this winter uniform!”

“Can you not put on a face like that?!” I said looking at my father's proud face.

Yes, although it's a little embarrassing. But he is my father whom I love very much, even if it is a little embarrassing.

I don't have a mother. My mother died when I was in middle school due to an illness. I also have a younger sister who is currently in the 3rd grade of middle school.

***

"So please introduce yourself!"

Crazy... I'm so nervous, they're all looking at me. This is the first time I've been nervous in front of people.

"My name is Bagas Samsudin." I lowered my head. "Greetings.!"

I hope I'm not wrong when I say it.

They whispered to each other as I introduced myself. Either I said it wrong, or maybe, they were confused because my name was foreign to them.

"Please sit over there!"

“Thank you, Sensei!” I walked to the empty seat near window number 3 from the front.

“Turn to page 21!”

"Okay, sensei!"

Although I don't have a favorite seat in the back, this seat feels comfortable because it is close to the window. Ah... the fresh morning air, even though I smell a bit of sock.

Oh, this is cool. There's even a place to put my bag next to the table.

The table is very clean, do they always clean it? I can feel the sun shining on this table. I also believe the wood material is the best. It's such a cool table, even I want to have it at home. Maybe I'll take it secretly, hehehehe. No, it can't be!

When I focused on the table, suddenly someone beside me saw me.

"Hello..." a woman said.

It was the first time a woman greeted me while in Japan.

"Hello!"

"Your name sounds so foreign. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Indonesia," I answered.

“Wow... amazing. I'm Maeda Mori. Nice to meet you!"

"I'm Bagas. Gree-” I realized that I mispronounced the name. "Bagas Samsudin. Greetings!" It should be like that since I'm in Japan right now.

Thank you animes for teaching me.

"So, Bagas-san."

I knew she would immediately call my name. Yes, actually not a problem for me. Besides, she didn't know that was my real name.

In Japan itself, very sensitive to the name. So you can't just say their real names. If you want to call him, you have to ask for his approval first. Usually, the name of the Japanese people consists of, family name and real name. For example, Maeda Mori. Maeda is a family name, while Mori is her real name.

"Yes!" I answered looking at the class.

"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?"

“Um… Go ahead!”

“Why did you move to Nihon?

I thought for a moment. If I'm not mistaken 'Nihon' is nothing but a 'Japanese' pronoun. The Japanese people call their own country as 'Nihon' or 'Nippon'. Luckily I found out from Mas Googte. Thank you, Sir.

I crossed my legs. “My father moved here for work. So, I moved here.”

"Oh, I see." Maeda Mori smiled faintly. "Good luck, huh!"

"Thank you!"

The lesson began. I don't have a textbook and only have a notebook. But it's useless, I can't write kanji. That's something funny to me. I can read it well, but can't write it. That's funny, isn't it?

When recess came, some of them approached me. Maybe because of my handsome face, hehehehe. No, actually my face is normal. However, I have jet black hair that is slightly short combed to the right. Unlike the boys here, who have quite long hair.

Do they rarely shave their hair? Don't the teachers do hair braids? Is it only done in Indonesia? I hope they cut that long hair, except for women don't cut their long hair, because it's very pretty for them.

I also have a standard height, 169 cm. Yes, a standard for me. I also have a body that is neither thin nor fat but a little full, maybe because I often run in the morning when I was in Jakarta.

"You have really black hair, don't you."

"Where are you from?"

"I can guess. Um… you must be from America, right?”

Hey, isn't that too much? I know I do look like an American. No, actually I don't look like an American.

“No, I'm sure he's from India. Yes, right?

Hey, stop guessing!

"I'm from Indonesia," I said.

"Wow... that's cool."

"Why did you move here?"

"Because my dad works here!" I answered.

I was greeted so warmly by them. But I saw some guys were looking at me with sharp eyes. It's a little scary, maybe they're jealous of me being around women.

"Your name is Bagas-san, right?"

I'd better tell them, that's my real name.

"Yeah, that's my real name."

"Eh?" They were shocked when I told them.

"Sorry. I'm not polite," Maeda apologized to me.

"I'm sorry too!" said someone who had said my name.

Actually, it's not a problem either, because, in Indonesia itself, it's normal to say your real name. Unlike here, they are very sensitive about names. They are very polite to keep their name. Unlike me when I was in elementary school. I remember back where I humiliated someone when I was in elementary school.

"Look at your report card!"

"For what, Bagas?"

"I just wanted to see your grades."

"This." The report card was given to me.

I read the report card and looked at its contents.

"Well... Yanto, hahaha." I knew his father's name from the report card I was holding.

"Give me back my report card!"

"Hey, his father's name is Yanto, hahahaha"

It was the incident where I humiliated my own classmate. The next day he did not go to school, because it was a holiday.

"It is okay!" I said.

"Ne... do you want to go around this school building?" Maeda asked.

"I'll probably go around this school building," I replied.

"I'll take you!"

"Not. There's no need, I can do it myself."

“Umm… well, then.” Maeda immediately left in front of me.

She's too cheerful. Are all Japanese women like that? But this is a little weird. Why is their hair in bangs? Maybe it's their style.

Yosh... time for a walk.

... ***...

The school is so big, even some of the rooms look attractive to me. During breaks, they are also like gossip moms who talk about someone every afternoon. Every step I hear their conversation, some say this, some say that. They really look like gossip moms.

Actually, it is not good to talk about someone who is not among you, what if what you are talking about turns out to be wrong? It will hurt him. So stop talking about other people!

"How's your club?"

"Alright. It's just that senpai is really annoying. Time for me to continue, anyway! This sucks!”

"Be patient, OK..."

I passed them who were busy chatting. I heard it, but I also ignored it.

By the way, why didn't they greet me? I'm a foreigner though. My face is different from them, my skin is also different. They should have asked for a photo with me because I'm a foreigner. This is strange, even though in Jakarta when they meet a Caucasian, they immediately ask for a photo with them. I'm like this Caucasian too in here. I'll just try this.

I approached several groups of students who were chatting. "Hey! Don't you want to take a picture with me?"

“...”

“...”

“This guy is so disgusting!”

"Let's go from here!"

"Eh?" I'm confused.

Finally, I felt myself the most disgusting creature in the world.

This 2nd-floor long hallway contains classes 2-1 to 2-10. Class 2-1 is in the corner of the hall, and next to it is Class 2-2. Likewise, classes 2-10 are in the corner of the hall, and next to them are grades 2-9. For stairs leading up and down, it's between grades 2-5 and 2-6. Several rooms are used as teachers' rooms, and toilets.

I can't say anything while browsing, this is too cool for a school. In conclusion, my school was different from this school.

And the number of students in one class, in my opinion, is very small. I've counted the number of students in my class, there are only 25 including me. Rows of benches and tables consist of 4 rows, and the number of benches and tables in the row is erratic, some are 5, some are 6 benches. Each bench and table can only be filled by one person.

And for the room door, use a sliding door, which is quite thinner than the usual door. Maybe if I kick it will break. Even though I wish there was a Doraemon door.

I tried to get down from the bottom to have a look.

I arrived at a very large courtyard in the middle of the school building. Some trees look blooming, some colors are presented so beautifully on the flowers. This is a sign that spring is coming.

I just found out a few months ago from Mas Googte, that Japan has 4 seasons, consisting of spring, summer, autumn, and finally winter. It is said that winter air can reach 0°C which is true! Will I be strong enough to face that temperature? In Bogor alone, I can't stand the cold, let alone this. I was hoping someone could raise the temperature. Yes, although no one really can.

I walked on and on until I realized I was lost. "I'm lost. Where is this?"

Suddenly I saw a girl and a boy beside the school building. This is suspicious, I immediately hide for a moment and eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Ano… etto, w-would you b-be my girlfriend?”

Aa... he confessed his feelings to the woman. Hehehe, looks like it will be interesting. This is the first time I've seen someone in person express their feelings. But this is too bold, even though it can be conveyed via a smartphone, or maybe by mail. No, that's just a loser's way of conveying his feelings through it.

"Sorry I can not."

Ah, ah... rejected. I'm so sorry for that guy.

"Why?"

"You're not my type. Sorry."

Cruel. That girl is cruel.

The boy ran away in an instant. I can only see the tears on his face. It's very unfortunate for you. After all, if you confess your feelings to someone, then you have to run the risk of being rejected too, right. But really sorry for their relationship, will it be okay in the future? It might be awkward between them.

I quickly returned, but the moment I saw the girl felt familiar. Shoulder-length pink hair, 160 cm tall, and slender body, I recognized him. Turns out that girl is Maeda Mori, my classmate.

"You saw it, didn't you, Samsudin-san?" Maeda noticed my presence.

I swear, I'm not very comfortable with Samsudin's call. That's my dad's name you know!!! Eh, but I'm in Japan now, maybe they're used to the surname. Maybe...

I have to answer Maeda's question.

“Ah… I overheard it.”

Maeda approached me. "Oh, I see. Time to go back to class, huh?”

We walked together to class. For some reason, I don't feel confident walking with him, even though she just rejected a guy, but now she's walking with another guy, which is me.

"So how? Have you walked around this school?” Maeda asked.

“Yeah, I did… but I got lost, hehehe…”

"Sometimes I accompany, huh?"

"Good!" I answered.

I saw several rooms while walking with Maeda Mori.

I passed the library room. When I saw it, I was really amazed to see so many books inside. That's cool, even though I don't like reading.