The Undying Reneged

Chapter 3

“GOOD MORNING! My name is Romy Ren Todo. I live in Japan. I am 9 years old,” he said in a robotic accent. He was a Fil-Japanese. He has transferred at her school named “Bungsod Elementary School‟. When they were in Grade 3.
She thought on the first she was a girl she mean she was. His long vibrant hair, face is kawaii, and he also walk feminine. And that she realized when they study the genotype of almost all Japanese men has different composition.
He knew she was a bully back on those years. She always gave him a punch on his skeleton shoulder. He cried much when pushing him, scaring his disturbance and getting his snacks by other war freaks in their school.
His eyes blurred during their Grade 4, due to he was fond of gadgets in home or school was bought by his abroad parents. He has a large glasses tucked in shirt, baggy pants and brown shoes that children saw him as a nerd who don't need a socialization that his brain is advanced 2 years.
His hair is shiny that when she touched it, it never trapped in her fingers. She remembers when she don't have pen, he lent her. She didn’t have extra money, he make her borrowed and she didn’t have an umbrella, he shared his to her.
“I am Elem, with my boyish attitude, I promise to protect this adorable boy who always gave me something.” These words that she remembers is her repetition to bullies who took an advantage of Roar’s kindness and they ran and hide in different places.
“Roar, Can you do my assignments?” she was always lazy during those days and she grabbed some money in her father’s pocket to treat him which make him said, “Yes, I will do it.” But, he was very scared to her as seen on his eyes, he just keep on agreeing even if he really don’t want it. She cheated on him during their PlayStation games, and she was angry at him when she lost, so his way was to change topic and manipulate her to have a cooking lesson of JPN foods. 

“I AM GOING to sell my property of Antique Shop by my own decision. For the truth is this shop is not a tool of development. I will donate all the artifacts to our museum. I therefore conclude that we intend to build on this town the ‘TechRoam’ company that our community needed on modern convenient.
“I object,” she shouted in a voice’s volume of a rebellious.
The silence was broke because of her. She runs through the stage. She doesn’t know how to begin with, but she should speak now.
“Uhm! Excuse me. Who among you love the stuff that grandma sell?”
Almost 15 person raised their hands. She can read the others that for sure they wanted the shop to stay but they are embarrass only to those who have guts waving their hands.
“Lady, what’re you doing?” her father confronted.
“You know Man. It is not your business, so get out of this stage,” the man from behind said. It was kind of insulting that it creates her brain to have a Barbaric and Contemporary war like in the first scene of the Wonder Woman.
“You know, Techno? It is so annoying that yes it makes human life easier. But how do you feel about it?” she asked.
No one was talking.
“Techno is a threat, it destructs humanity that too much sense in Globalization, for example in communication, and it is not a sport anymore but turned into issue. It fakes our identity through the use of our virtuality in our lifestyle,” she mocked. “It continuously corrupting our culture distorting the true future of our life. What do you think will happen if techno will lead in this family-oriented society?” she cracked.
She almost cried. She went to her old bedroom that full of classic books, like Jane Austen in her bookshelf. She found the CD on her half-moon table entitled “Rebel without a Cause” she inserted it in her DVD Player. She sat on her own rocking chair and placed her feet on it as she hugged both her folded legs.
She closed her eyes hoping to God for strength. She just fashioned a rumor today and there were 2 families involved. She cries tears flowing down on her cheeks.
Tok! Tok! Tok!
She wipes her tears as she stand on wooden floor. She opened the door, it is Roar. What the…… She pushed the door with all her adrenaline hormones.
“Elem! We need to talk,” he said.
“No, no, no. I hate you!” she shouted.
“Please, let us settle this!”
“Like what you said Mind your own business,” she brawled.
“Fine, I tried Lady to be nice, if it is all what you want, then good for my business,”
She reopened the door.
“Roar, how you changed?”
“You,” he said pointing his eyes on her view with his hands in his pocket.
She was shocked, when he said she was the reason, everything has paused. It is not enough the word “You”. I need a real and accurate conclusion based on my findings. But he seems disappointed at me, what will I do? And I need to save my Grandma’s Antique shop.