Rejection

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.

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