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Yakusoku(Promise)[Janji] <English>

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"THIS NOVEL IS A NOVEL MADE 20 YEARS AGO, AND IT'S ONLY FOR YOU SAVAGE CREATURES, DOUBLE-STANDARDS, AND SELF-CENTERED ASSHOLES WHO LOVE TO TEAR PEOPLE DOWN AND HAVE NO SHAME, INCLUDING BEING COMPLETELY CLUELESS!! OTHER PEOPLE, WHEN THEIR NOVELS ARE BAD OR CONFUSING, THEY GET HELP, BUT ME, I JUST GET INSULTED, MOCKED, AND CURSED AT!! AND FOR THOSE WHO SAY MY NOVEL IS LIKE A KID'S WORK AND SCOFF AT IT, HERE! EAT THIS NOVEL YOU CONSIDER 'ADULT READING'!! I WRITE FANFICTION AND LIGHT NOVELS AND I'M CALLED CHILDISH?! WHY DON'T YOU CURSE ALL NOVEL WRITERS WHOSE STORIES ARE CHILDISH WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, JUST TO BE FAIR?!" (This is the dumbest novel I ever wrote in 2009, with a typical teenage writing style. And I'm too lazy to fix it.) Date Yoshimune, or Franky, is a Japanese-Indonesian mixed-race youth living in Surabaya. His story follows his life at school, his struggles with his identity, his relationships with friends and a girl named Haruna, and his involvement in the world of samurai and martial arts. The story also includes conflicts, fights, and Franky's emotional journey as he faces various challenges in his life, including his move to Hokkaido. Here's the link for Indonesian version https://www.webnovel.com/book/32569156200821105
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 My life

19XX, Hokkaido, Japan.

Since I was eight years old, I'd been living at my Grandfather's house. It was around the time of my Grandparents' wedding. Back then, I used to play with a girl who seemed to be my age. She was my closest friend in Hokkaido. But... Stjue (Dad) and Haha (Mom) eventually moved to Surabaya, Indonesia. Because of his friend's calling, and also because that's where I was going to enter junior high.

"Huh? Moving to Indonesia?" "Um, Dad and Mom want to live in Indonesia." "Hee~~~, we won't be able to meet anymore." "Ah, I'll give you this as a promise," Boy said, handing over a blindfold. "Th-this..." "Daijobu (It's okay), I'll definitely come back to Hokkaido after I graduate high school." "But that's so long~~" Girl said disappointedly. "Daijobu, we'll definitely meet again," Boy said lightly. "Um!! I'll keep waiting!!" "But... what's your name?" "Namae? Atashi Namae—"

"RINGGGG!"

The alarm clock blared. It was 4:00 AM, time for war. Eh, I mean, time to go to school. This was my first day in 3rd grade. Oh right, my real Japanese name is Date Yoshimune (written with the kanji OT T—[), but my Indonesian name that Stjue gave me is Franky. I have so many nicknames it's ridiculous. Some call me Frankenstein (just because of "Frank"), Hanamichi (they think I'm like Hanamichi when playing basketball), and now I'm even called Big Show (this is what happens when kids get addicted to WWE). I'm half-Japanese, half-Indonesian, and I'm a 3rd-year high school student majoring in Social Sciences. I'm a bit normal and a bit crazy (depending on the situation). I really hate confusing and troublesome subjects. If it keeps happening, smoke comes out of my head and all my screws loosen. I get incredibly nonsensical. (-_-')

I'm super-duper crazy and messed up; most of my friends are insane, perverted, messed up, and utterly nuts—a collection of former mental asylum patients. I've joined the newest extracurricular activities: Kendo and Hip-hop. Why? My "Stjue" (aka Dad) is a Samurai master who studied extensively in Hokkaido, Japan. He often performs at certain events. He's a pure Japanese man, and my "Haha" (aka Mom) is an Indonesian actress who stars in soap operas. She's pure Indonesian. As for Hip-hop? I love singing Hip-hop songs; I want to be like Snoop Dogg or Lil Wayne. And I love all songs, especially their instrumentals (for Indonesian and Dangdut songs, I'm not a big fan, so my deepest apologies).

Since birth, I've been taught the path of a Bushin (similar to Bushido), which is the path of a warrior. Becoming a true Bushin is not easy in my family; every morning, I have to meditate from 4 AM to 5 AM, and no evil or dirty thoughts are allowed to disturb my mind. Or swing a bokken (wooden sword) 50 times, 100 times on holidays, or for something easier, kill mosquitoes with one bare hand to train eye movement against enemy attacks. Guaranteed to make your muscles big and numb afterward.

I also get annoyed with people who misuse the word 'Samurai'. Samurai is the highest rank in Japan. That title is not easy to obtain. It's only easier to get through lineage. In ancient times, Samurai was the highest title during the Edo period. Ronin were masterless samurai, and Genin were lower-class samurai. But nowadays, the word Samurai is only used as a fashion trend.

There's also a ridiculously wrong movie where a samurai becomes a chef? I'd rather call him a cook than a Samurai. And I once found a really bad novel. The title was cool, and the story was interesting, but unfortunately, there were many incorrect sentences about a samurai. It mentioned his weapon as 'Samurai of Darkness'. That means a Samurai who possesses dark power, not his weapon. The correct term for me should be 'Katana of Darkness'. Katana is the characteristic weapon of Japanese Samurai in ancient times. Most Samurai used Katana and Yari (a kind of spear) for fighting or killing. Many people just tarnish the name of Samurai.

Upon arriving in class quietly, just before the bell, I overheard some very interesting conversations from behind me. Oh, right, I can actually hear voices up to twenty meters away. They were talking about a student exchange, a girl. It was perfect timing because the girls in my class were all on a low level; couldn't they at least send someone top-tier for an international and famous school? What a pain!

When class started, Mr. Heru, our Sociology teacher and homeroom teacher, walked in. His style was similar to Onizuka from GTO (Great Teacher Onizuka). But I prefer to call him GTH (Great Teacher Heru). He's so incredibly similar! He smokes and he's a sociology teacher. And his pervertedness... totally messed up.

"Alright, class, we have a new student from abroad."

The gang of boys immediately became wildly ferocious, like a pack of hyenas and wild wolves. Some were shocked, some drooled, some had pounding hearts, and some even yelled, "WE WANT SEX!! WE WANT SEX!!" That's impossible, you idiots.

"Haruna, come in."

Then, when the door opened, it was true—it was a girl from abroad, more precisely from Japan. 100% pure, halal Japanese. Long brown hair, pure white skin, tall and shaped like a violin. Even crazier... her chest... absolutely "Nyihoi"!! (Nyihoi = 1. Sexy, 2. Perverted thoughts, 3. Porn)

"Her name is Tachibana Haruna; she's an exchange student here." "You can call me Haruna; please take care of me."

Holy cow! Her Indonesian is fluent! I actually wanted to speak Japanese too. Oh well, if she can speak Indonesian, that's good. The problem is, if I use Indonesian too often, my Japanese will fade.

"Haruna, you can use the desk over there."

The desk he pointed to was next to mine. By chance, the desk next to me was empty, so lucky me!! Hahahahaha!! But unfortunately, many of my male friends gave me a murderous aura. I felt like I was being shot at by missiles from all directions. Without realizing it, Haruna was already next to me.

"Ko... konnichiwa... Haruna-san..." I finally tried to use Japanese, which had faded after seven years of using Indonesian. Strangely, I felt nervous speaking to another Japanese person.

"It's 'Ohayo', not 'Konnichiwa'," Haruna replied with a smile like an angel full of love, and also chuckled because I tried to say ohayo (good morning) but said konnichiwa (good afternoon) instead.

DAMN IT!! I'm dead!! This is the first time I've embarrassed myself!! I used the wrong word again!! Repent, repent.... I suggest, to avoid embarrassment, when learning Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, and Italian, use the correct intonation. So you don't misunderstand. If you get it wrong, it'll be embarrassing.

Fortunately, it was already break time, so I immediately dashed to my domain. The fourth floor, where the martial arts training room and emergency sports room for rain are located. What I did was lie down. Since it was morning and quiet, I could lie down peacefully. And no one disturbed me. Most others were chasing food in the canteen or chatting in class. I prefer to sleep; sleeping doesn't drain much energy. The sound of the kids downstairs could even be heard on the fourth floor. Of course, because of my sharp hearing, I just closed my eyes and waited for the bell to ring.

The bell rang after thirty minutes; the next subject was religious studies with Ms. Linda. She's a good teacher and doesn't make people bored. Every time there's a religious studies class, I get the best grades. Many say I'm more suited to be a priest than a Bushin.

"Oh, you're Haruna from Japan, right?" "Hai, that's correct."

It seems the rumor about this transfer student has spread like wildfire. Almost all the teachers are interested in her, and even all 3rd graders and younger students want to meet Haruna. This incident is truly, truly sensational. Haruna is not only good at Indonesian, but she's also good at all subjects. From biology, chemistry, physics, history, anthropology, mathematics, computer science, Indonesian, English, and animal language [I added that myself]. Haruna is indeed the smartest student in my class.

After religious studies, it was followed by Mandarin with Lou-se Yang. I prefer to call him Lause Peyang, an old man with a cheerful face who likes to show off and eat bananas (he is an old man, after all).

Damn it!! The subject I hate most in my life!! I absolutely cannot speak Mandarin. I'm actually better at Japanese and English. I only understand the basics and numbers one to ten, and what I can say best are "Ca yo," "Xie Xie," "Wo ai ni" (I want to throw up), and "Hen pen Tsun cin ping" (I don't know if the spelling is right or wrong. Who cares). I really don't like Mandarin (even though my Haha has Chinese ancestry); you have to twist your tongue just to speak it. For example, the word "Zhie" has to be pronounced "Chie," let alone foreign names in Chinese. The pronunciation is completely different. Or, more accurately, very Chinese!!! For example, 'Wako Yamanoshita' becomes 'Shanxia Hezi', or 'Mary' becomes 'Mali'. Chinese makes me sick!! Chuukogu orewa kimochi warui!!

And when they speak, it's like an express train with no periods or commas. Like this, which I once heard until I got diarrhea: "xhingwopaciaosewupeilauseyangkaile." I really don't like Mandarin. With Japanese and English, there are periods and commas, and you can speak slowly. Like this, when a Japanese person speaks: "Gomen!, bokuwa wasureta!" and in English: "Wassup Homie!" I understand that much better than unclear Mandarin.

I don't actually hate China or Chinese culture. The one thing I hate about China is just "Mandarin." Why not just use English to make it easier when going to Hong Kong or Beijing? I'd accept English rather than speaking Mandarin until I get diarrhea for days.

Some of my friends are determined to learn Mandarin, while others' minds go blank. Only a quarter of the kids are serious about learning Mandarin, while the rest just go crazy. As for me, I pretend to understand even though my mind is blank too. My friend Erwin asked Lause Peyang about a Mandarin sentence in his book. Looking at him, he's quite diligent. Good timing, I can ask him for answers during the exam. Rather than getting a bad and messed-up score on the Mandarin test.

"Alright, class, next week we'll have a reading test on chapter 5."

WHAT?! You cursed devil spawn!! Damn it!! Reading test next week?! Nooooooo!! This is truly beyond reason. We're only halfway through chapter 5, and there's already a test?! You damn teacher!! Kichigai Sensei!! (Crazy Teacher!!) Cheerful old man!! Oh, wait!?

"RINGGGGG!"

Finally, the dismissal bell rang! I can relax now! Suddenly, the girls flocked to Haruna to chat about joining the club activities she wanted, while me? I'm not going home. I'm going to the music room for extracurriculars. My friends are already there: Andreas, Jimmy, Budi, and Nina.

Andreas is a guy who likes reggae-style hip-hop songs; his way of speaking already sounds like a real Jamaican. Like Capone, N.O.R.E, and Sean Paul. He goes crazy the moment he sees me. If I'm not there, he's completely normal. He also loves to fight.

Jimmy likes very fast and rock-infused hip-hop songs, like 50 Cent and Eminem. But he has Lolicon Syndrome (Lolita Complex), meaning he has a thing for little girls. His girlfriend is even child-sized. I think they look like a father and daughter. (Tsktsktsktsktsk... Oh my goodness...)

Budi, a new member who joined last week. He wants to learn hip-hop songs like Chris John (Wait!? He's a boxer), it's actually Chris Brown, and Michael Jordan (Huh!? He's a basketball player) Michael Jackson, that's the one, hehehe.... His dancing can resemble other hip-hop singers' dances. He can even breakdance.

Lastly, there's Nina; she's the leader of this club. Her hip-hop skills are no less impressive than Lil Mama or Jordin Sparks. Her parents are singers. She constantly trains her voice so it doesn't get hoarse when she sings. But according to the latest gossip (a storm of rumors), she's a lesbian. Wooooshhh~~~~!!

"Hey man, you made it," Andreas said in his cool, Jamaican-like style. "Tell me about it, that cheerful old man made my head explode," I replied, feeling like my head, filled with Mandarin, was about to burst.

I immediately put on a song in front of the music club's tape player (a radio tape, not food tape). Then I held the lyrics next to the tape and sang softly. The song I was listening to was a slow hip-hop song by "J. Holiday - Bed" [listen to it if you don't believe me, wait! Why am I promoting it!?]

"Franky, is it true there's a transfer student in your class?" "Yep, totally true."

Suddenly, Budi dashed towards me with an enthusiastic, fiery look about Haruna.

"BRO FRANKY!! HOW FAR HAVE YOU GONE WITH HARUNA!?"

Seriously?! We're just friends and he already thinks we're dating?! Is he stupid or an idiot?! I'm even confused by kids like him.

"BAKA YARO!! Haruna and I are still friends, you know!! Do you think I'm already dating her!?" I replied, angry that he thought I was already dating Haruna. "Franky, I'm so jealous your class has a transfer student from Japan," Andreas said enviously. "If you want one, go to the USA for college!! I guarantee you'll be famous!!" I replied, still angry.

Oh, right, I forgot to mention that I'm a bit temperamental. It's quite hard to control and often gets out of hand. Almost twenty people died because of my wild, uncontrollable temper [Just kidding, they didn't actually die. But my temper, yes]. After extracurricular activities, I immediately went downstairs to wait for my ride at my usual spot. Unbeknownst to me, I saw a familiar girl with another girl. It turned out to be Haruna and Anna, my classmates.

"So, what do you think? Are you serious about joining the ballet class?" Anna asked. "Um, of course," Haruna replied confidently.

Ballet, huh?... Indeed, the ballet club is where beautiful girls gather, almost all of them are beautiful and wealthy girls, exclusively for girls. As for boys, no one would want to join ballet; they'd be mistaken for sissies.

"Oh, Franky, come here for a moment," Anna called me. "Hm, Nanta?" "You're in the Kendo Club, right?" Anna asked. "Ah, Shikasi,... it's been changed to Samurai now," I replied. "Samurai?" "Doesn't really fit, want to join?" I smiled wryly. "No, just asking. The Kendo club is across from the ballet club." "Oh,... I see, I thought it was something else," I thought.

I said goodbye to Haruna and Anna because my car had arrived. Suddenly, in front of me were my friends with angry expressions and a strong murderous aura. It was true; my male classmates were all jealous because Haruna was sitting next to me.

"Franky!! This time you must die!!" "I'm so jealous of you!! Khuuuuuuu!!!" "I won't forgive you!!"

I just put on a silly, clueless face, but their murderous aura gradually became very strong and deadly. Then Lady Fortuna smiled upon me; the car I was waiting for finally arrived!! In a flash, I jumped into the car and sped away from the insane mob.

Buahahahahahaha!!

In the late afternoon, I arrived home. I immediately showered, ate, and watched TV. I actually had accounting homework for general and special journals. Understandably, because the homework was so difficult. So my task was to copy from a friend at school (copying, not casually drinking coffee, you know!! If I'm home, am I supposed to copy my mom's household finances!?). My activities at home are just eating, sleeping, watching TV, training, meditating, and going for walks.

"Frank!! Have you watered the plants yet!?" Stjue called. "Already!! A while ago!!" I replied. "Frank!! Come here!!" Haha called. "WHAT!?" I replied (Again...). "Lock the door properly; Dad and Mom are going out," Haha said. "Yeah, yeah!!"

At home, it's just my Stjue and Haha. I don't have any maids at all. My Stjue always says, "It's a small house, so no need for a maid." It is small and in a housing complex. If only I had a maid. I could go to GM (Galaxy Mall) with the kids. But I really miss my hometown, Hokkaido. My house is in a small town. I constantly miss Hokkaido.

Suddenly, I kept wondering about the girl who made a promise with me. Does she still remember? Or has she forgotten? I myself struggled to recall because of the "self-delete" in my mind (a new virus from the forgetfulness disease). I also tried to relearn my Japanese, which was tainted by Indonesian (75% Indonesian and 25% Japanese). I couldn't even say "Aku" and "Saya" because of the slang virus "Gue." Only sometimes could I say "Aku." This time, I had to be 100% Japanese (with a little English, though...).

Oh, right, my family is descended from the Date Clan. So every time, I have to speak English when talking. My Stjue follows in the footsteps of the former Date Clan leader, Date Masamune (If you want to know his history, please check Wikipedia. Hmph! Why am I promoting it!).

My phone rang; it was Kevin, my leader in the Kendo club (not yet permitted to change it to Samurai). This kid was born into a family of racers. I once helped him during a school brawl four months ago, specifically when I was in 2nd year high school. I even joined the brawl as part of the S.A.R (Search And Rescue) team, and he has now started repenting and won't brawl again. He acts pious, but he has tons of porn in his room. But I'm also a bit lazy to answer calls like this; he calls every day until my ears turn red. Understandably, I'm the kind of person who hates guys who treat their friends like girls. And I'm also lazy to meet or talk on the phone for a long time with guys. Maybe he's gay.

"What, Vin!?" I said lazily. "What are you doing?" Kevin asked, sounding like he was talking to a girl. "Busy, why!?" I replied lazily. "Can you come to my house?" Kevin asked (Again...). "Why~~~!?" I was getting annoyed and wanted to hang up. "It's important, hurry up and come here!!" Honestly, I absolutely hate Yaoi (gay) people, or more precisely, gays. I find Yaoi people more disgusting than Yuri (lesbian) people. I also don't understand why I don't find Yuri people disgusting. I hate Okama (transvestites) and Yaoi people the most. I feel like I want to erase those people from the face of the earth. Seriously, I find Okama and Yaoi more disgusting than cockroaches.

My house and Kevin's house are only eight alleys apart. I rode my favorite bicycle there. Most people in my housing complex use bicycles and cars, with few using motorcycles. I arrived at Kevin's house. Kevin's house was very large. (Understandably, rich people's houses are like that.) I looked at his yard; there were many cars lined up there, from Ferraris, BMWs, Lotuses, Cadillacs, Dodges, Hondas, Mazdas, Chevrolets, etc. (I'm annoyed listing them all one by one). What's clear is that he has every car, from the cheapest to the most expensive. I also just found out he has a car workshop at his house. Holy cow~~~

I parked my bike and went inside his house (more accurately, a palace). Inside, there were many maids and butlers. The maid escorted me to where Kevin was. As soon as the maid escorted me, I was told to watch a circuit race that Kevin and his parents were racing in. Neither his dad, nor his mom, nor his son, they all love racing. What a bunch of racing maniacs!! Or should I say... car maniacs!!

"Oh, you're here," Kevin said after finishing his race. "Nandayo? Hayakuna..." (What? Hurry up...) "I want to give you a car." "Maj-... Chotto, you're kidding me, right?" I became suspicious. "I swear!! I want to give it to you as a thank you!!" "Hontoka?" (Really?) I still didn't believe him. "Ask Ario, Kwang, and Regan!! I've already given them cars!!" Kevin insisted. "Hai-hai, then I believe you. Is it real or a toy!?" I still didn't believe him. "It's real, you idiot!! Haven't you seen the guys' cars?" Kevin got annoyed. "No, I haven't," I said truthfully.

Seriously, ever since I got home from school, I've only seen Kevin always going home in an Aston Martin parked at his school. I felt like selling that expensive car to a car dealership rather than owning a car like that. If exotic cars (aka cars worth billions) are sold, the price is quite high. Finally, Kevin took me to the car garage. He showed me the cars he would give me. From Tuner, Muscle, and Exotic types. He had them all, even classic cars and supercars. But I was still a bit suspicious of him.

"Are you really giving me all of this?" I couldn't believe it. "Just pick one!! Not all of them!!" Kevin started to get annoyed.

I looked around, back and forth, and spun around like an iron. I don't like exotic cars because I'm afraid they're hard to control, and if there's an accident, there will be serious damage, and if they get stolen and pawned, I'll suffer a heavy loss. I looked at the Muscle and Tuner sections. I like cars too. But I prefer Muscle and Tuner cars because they're easier to control. I saw a car to my liking; it was a "1967 Chevrolet Camaro SS." I'm a fan of Muscle cars and classic cars; that car is perfect for a guy.

"I'll take this one." I patted the car. "Oh, that one. Here, I've already made your driver's license and vehicle registration." "Are the license and registration real?" I was suspicious. "Of course, you've already trained here, haven't you!?" Kevin answered nonchalantly.

It's true, during the holidays, I and all the kendo club members were invited to stay at his house because his parents participated in the W2RC Paris Dakar championship. He provided driving tests for those who wanted a driver's license and vehicle registration. Turns out having a friend like him isn't bad when it comes to cars.

Kevin handed me the car keys. I left in my new car; I had already folded my bicycle and put it in the trunk. My bicycle is indeed portable (cooler than a folding bike, hehehe...). I immediately drove home and parked my new car in the garage. My Stjue and Haha couldn't believe I brought a car from Kevin's place. They even thought I stole a rich person's car like in the game GTA (Grand Theft Auto); I was so annoyed.

"RINGGGGGGG!"

It's already 4 AM; my alarm clock feels like it's dying, its sound is terrifying, like a ghost clock. I went back to my usual routine. Meditation. My Stjue had been meditating for a while. I finally started my meditation and training, which I was already used to doing. This time, Stjue invited me to duel with his Bokken. The duel lasted until 5 AM, 35 minutes of meditation, and the rest was spent dueling.

I went to shower, then ate breakfast. My ride wasn't coming, so I had no choice. I used the new car Kevin had just given me to go to school. As soon as I arrived at the school parking lot, I saw Kevin had changed his car; this time, it wasn't an Aston Martin. He brought a Ferrari Spider. I parked next to Kevin's car.

"Hoo... so you came, Franky." "Something like that... where are the others?" I asked. "They'll be here soon," Kevin replied.

I saw a Dodge RAM, a Mazda RX-8, and a BMW M3 GTR lined up in the parking lot next to my car and Kevin's car. I saw Ario driving the Dodge RAM, Kwang driving the BMW M3 GTR, and Regan driving the Mazda RX-8. Some of the Kendo club members gathered in the parking lot.

"Whoa! Franky brought a car!" "Crazy!! A muscle car, dude!!" Kwang was shocked. "Well, I just got it yesterday." "Frank, Kevin gave you one too?" Regan asked. "You too?" I couldn't believe it. "Yeah, just 3 weeks ago," Regan said proudly. "Now do you believe me?" Kevin asked me, annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, bokuwa shinjite imasu~," I gave in.

Finally, Kevin, Regan, Ario, Kwang, and I entered the classroom as soon as the school bell rang. Luckily, I wasn't late for class, so I had time to catch my breath. I looked at my desk drawer. My drawer was full of wadded-up trash, and I could still feel the murderous aura from all corners of the classroom. But the situation reversed when I glared sharply at my friends who were giving me the murderous aura. My friends were terrified because I glared like a demon. It had been over an hour, and Mr. Yono still hadn't arrived. Instead, Ms. Inggrid came in.

"Class, Mr. Yono isn't coming today, so don't make noise," Ms. Inggrid said.

After Ms. Inggrid left, this was my chance to teach those rotten friends of mine a lesson and make them clean up my trash. Erwin told me that the other boys were the ones who stuffed trash into my drawer. In my anger, I took out my Bokken, and all the kids submitted because I took out my favorite Bokken. The kids who stuffed my drawer with trash and dirt finally cleaned it with fearful faces. After my drawer was clean again, the substitute teacher came and guarded my class. The kids were busy gossiping, chatting, and reading comics. I chose to sleep instead. Opportunities like this often happen in school life. In fact, I just slept with my eyes closed; the noisy and disturbing sounds prevented me from sleeping for a long time. If only I had brought my MP3 player, I would have been able to sleep soundly.

The break bell finally rang, and I woke up from my sleep. I yawned as wide as I could, covering my mouth with a book. As I was about to stand up from my seat, Wenny was next to me. She was my classmate in 2nd grade. She was right beside me. I saw that she looked a bit shy when she saw me, and her face was red. I was confused about what was going on with Wenny.

"U-um,... Franky,..." Wenny stammered shyly. "Hm? Doshita?" (What's wrong?) I was confused. "I... I,... I like you!! Will you be my boyfriend!!" Wenny got straight to the point.

My reaction was a pounding heart, a flushed face, and my body instantly became hot like a stove as Wenny confessed to me. It's true, she's from a rich family, and her face is beautiful. Frankly, I like her too, but I couldn't just confess back immediately.

"Wenny,... do I have to answer now?" I started to feel awkward. "I'll wait for your answer," "Um,... do you have an E-mail and FS?" I asked. "Huh? Why?" Wenny also asked. "Because,... after graduating high school, I won't be in Indonesia anymore." "HEE!? Where!?" Wenny couldn't believe it. "Back to my home, Hokkaido," I said directly. "HEE!? Then what about me!?" Wenny worried. "How about this, Boku (I) will ask for your FS and E-mail, and then I'll tell you my answer." "But that long!?" Wenny was still worried.

Oh dear.... I'm confused about this problem too. From what I can see, Wenny genuinely likes me. Even though I'm not that handsome, not super smart, and only moderately rich. Many people say my personality is mysterious. But I think I'm just normal, though being called mysterious sounds pretty cool. I couldn't say anything else in a situation like this.

"Franky, if you like her, why don't you just say it?" Erwin joined in. "I want to, but I've already made a promise to someone." "Promise?" "Yup, I promised my friend 10 years ago when I was in Hokkaido, the problem is I forgot her name." "Is she your close friend?" Wenny chimed in. "A childhood friend from elementary school, but I haven't contacted her since," "Why haven't you contacted her?!" Wenny was angry with me. "Well... there was no internet back then...," I was scared. "Hmm... that sounds interesting..." Erwin was intrigued.

I finally decided to answer Wenny's question before I went to Hokkaido. I was still thinking about what I should do in Hokkaido when I return. The most beautiful memory was playing with the girl who was always with me back then. I will definitely go back to Hokkaido soon and meet the girl who was always with me back then.

As I was about to go to the canteen, she suddenly looked at me with a cynical gaze. Perhaps Haruna heard my conversation with Wenny. She probably feels the same way about what was said.