The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: Experiment and Taste

There was a freshly opened cake shop on the crowded sidewalk of the highway. Two students who studied in one place also intend to go to the cake shop after school.

"Zaim, there's a cake shop, you know, across the street." A girl with 160 height and such shaggy hair spoke enthusiastically.

"Continue?"

However, it seems that the only one who intends to go there is Varetta. Two lovebirds who are always together until sometimes courting have opposite personalities.

They became best friends at the first meeting in class and sat down at High School.

"We're going there, yuk!" As if accustomed to the man's reply, Varetta was not at all bothered.

"Make what?" The man's gaze led to something else with the hand that had been hiding behind his pocket.

"Eat me."

"Kue? No birthdays" he said.

"Are the only people who eat cakes are birthday people?" Varetta pouted in annoyance.

"Yes." Yeah."

So mean.

Varetta hissed, why is her best friend so annoying today?

"If you don't want to, let me go" he concluded, then they were separated. Actually the road to their house is in the same direction, only Varetta wants to stop by the cake shop.

Rather than leaving his little sister alone-Zaim considers Varetta as his younger sister, Zaim prefers to turn right rather than left towards home.

He moved swiftly after Varetta and took the girl into her arms.

"You said you didn't want to come." Varetta stared intently at Zaim and crossed her chest.

"Who said? I never said that, really."

Varetta just put on a lazy look and shook her head faintly. The guy was really upsetting. Their age was one year adrift, which was what caused them to consider brothers to each other.

"The shop is pretty small, yeah."

Zaim turned his head and said, "If you don't want to, we'll just go home."

"I'm going to enter." Varetta stepped up, touched the door and pushed it.

Ting! The keg!

The store then displays two people who are undergoing communication with unhealthy.

The other spoke a lot and the other was silent.

"Service in this store is really bad. I'm sorry I came here and tried the cake."

The tall, well-dressed man stood in front of the camera misuh-misuh and he did not care at all about the man who seemed to be the owner of this shop.

The handsome old man showed absolutely no signs of guilt or fear of having his shop name tainted. He chose to put on a flat face rather than having to overreact. It takes extra energy.

"The name of the Memory Shop. Anyway you guys don't nobody come here, yeah." The culinary creator put a thumbs up in the air showing his displeasure.

"I'll be back with the next better content. Bye bye!" He pressed a button that stopped the video.

He pulled out his thick wallet and slammed some red money into the cake table he ordered.

"If you can't smile, at least look for employees who can." The customer left with a disappointed look. He did not even know the taste, visible from the visual cake that is still intact like never touched.

Varetta and Zaim stood watching the unpleasant until the end without budging.

"Please sit!" knock that guy. He smiled at the end after a long time showing a flat look. Maybe the customer's anger made him aware.

"Eh? Aye." Yeah." They realize they are too meddling in other people's affairs. Varetta and Zaim ended up sitting at one of the three tables.

Yeah, there's only three tables in here. Each table has only three seats.

This room is not small, but it is also not big. The visuals are great with yellowish lights.

Here there is only one air conditioner, but the object is able to deliver its heat to the pores of human skin. So, it won't be easy to overheat.

"You want to order a cake? Want to eat here or take home?" ask the man, his look is back to how it was. No sign of hospitality there.

"Eat here." Varetta smiled.

"What cake do you want?" The shopkeeper put a square flat book on the table. Varetta touched first before Zaim reached her.

There are different types of cakes here. A big one is like a birthday cake, which is like a cake that is eaten during a special event, and a small one, usually just to serve as a snack.

"I want a cake with rainbow cream on top of the same strawberry cake," he said, pointing to the menu in question. That got a nod from the man. Varetta advances the menu to Zaim.

"I want this white cake." It only took a few seconds for him to make a decision. Zaim doesn't like sweet foods very much. He also prefers simple things.

The shopkeeper nodded and raised his menu and said, "Wait a minute, let me get it." and left.

Varetta nodded with a smile, impatient again she wanted to eat cake. From a long time ago until now, somehow the habit of loving sweet foods was never lost from him.

There were a lot of cakes sitting in rows and lined up in storefronts, all of which seemed tantalizing to Varetta.

"Gee!" Varetta. He touched the available knife and started cutting his strawberry cake.

"Mm, that's delicious!" Varetta broke out on her own after her mouth received one mouthful that felt shocking. The middle-aged man was there to deliver the white cake.

It's more than a good word according to Varetta.

Zaim who had not even touched hers at all just stared flat ahead and shook his head slightly.

There was only this friend. Was he not ashamed that his reaction was noticed by the shopkeeper?

Zaim found a signboard on the clothes of a middle-aged man who was about to leave the table after being satisfied with the reaction of his customers. "Bread?" thought. It's so strange that name.

Yasudahlah, let it go. Deciding not to care, Zaim began to devour the cake and honestly he felt the same way. It's just, it's not as good as Varetta.

Shortly after that, somehow the man named Bread came and placed an order that was never ordered and should never have been in this store.

"Bread?" Zaim looked at the man confused.

"We don't eat bread" said Varetta.

"This is for you. Free."

Who wouldn't want to hear the word free? Surely the two immature students were tempted. It's just, something's awkward.

"Why are we suddenly given bread?" zaim asked probing, the gaze usually sharpening hoping that Bread was intimidated. However, no.

"Gift."

After saying so, the man returned to his place which was the cashier table.

"That's fine, thank you!"

Bread only nodded with a faint smile. Not long after, the phone rang from inside Varetta's backpack. The girl who was often called Retta was hurriedly looking for her, but the name on the screen annoyed her.

"Raptain my phone?" resounding.

"We broke up."

"What's? Reversing?"

Hearing that, Zaim unlicensedly snatched the phone from Retta's grasp and replaced it speaking. The man was already very angry with his best friend's ex-girlfriend.

"Don't call him again!"

"What's the same thing?"

"He's my girlfriend."

Retta was wide-eyed and Zaim tried to keep her still by placing her index finger on her lips. Let it go, after all Retta also did not want to be terrorized by that jerk anymore.

Zaim returned the phone to the owner and began looking at the two loaves on the plate. There was a wooden skewer stuck on it, it was the cause of the paper and the unblended bread.

"Think about the person you love the most before eating the cake!" As soon as the paper command.

Wh-wh-what for? That's what Zaim had in mind. But he still followed her. After thinking about his dead mother, Zaim began to taste the bread with his senses.

The texture was soft like a cloud and so sweet that his tongue dared not carry the bite to the throat.

Like a deaf man, Zaim felt the world around him as if at a standstill. No noise, vehicles and so on. There was only silence and a feeling of calm.

Slowly, for some reason, the memory of his mother seemed to spin like a movie trailer. And Zaim can clearly feel his touch and the unforgettable moments made with Mother.

On the other hand, Zaim also did not stop chewing and continued to bite the bread until it was not left.

Too bad, it didn't last long.

Only Retta realized that Zaim had now shed his tears, not even the master realized it until the memory faded from his shadow.

"Why are you crying?" ask Retta worriedly. He had not touched his bread at all.

It took a long time until Zaim finally let out a voice and it did not even answer Retta's curiosity at all.

"This bread ...."

"Why?"

"Nob."

Zaim's tears fell again when he said that. I don't know if he's sad to remember his mother or happy and crying happily.

Retta had absolutely no idea what had happened to the man.

According to Zaim, what he experienced just now cannot be explained in words. It takes more than two thousand words to describe her feelings of joy, sadness, and longing at the same time.

Surprisingly, Zaim was completely unaware that it was the bread that made him like this.

Memory Shop's.

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