The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: Eating Together

Zaim set foot inside the house after taking off his shoes.

"Eh, has Zaim come?" Tia stood up from her most comfortable position and walked over to her son.

"You must be tired, Mama has prepared your favorite food, you know." Tia was about to grab Zaim's bag so that the child could go straight to the dining table.

"No, Mah. Let me do it" said Zaim, refusing.

He smiled at his mother before adding, "I changed my clothes and ate." And then went to his room upstairs.

Tia looked at the child's back and smiled. Despite being his mother for more than a year, Zaim's attitude has not changed.

Five minutes later Zaim came out of his room to the dining table. Opening the hood to know more clearly what it contains.

The foods stirred the appetites side by side in large quantities. Plus, there was smoke billowing over it. It means it's still warm.

Tia approached Zaim who was preparing to eat and sat down before him.

"Papa said he was going home late at night, so Mama prepared for Papa to eat at the office. Mama ate, you lived." That expression left Zaim dumbfounded. Only he hasn't eaten and the side dishes at this table are still plenty?

Indirectly, his mother told him to spend it all.

Tia laughed a little. "Eat as much as you can" he said before leaving the table.

"Eum, Mah!" call Zaim in doubt. Tia looked over and raised her forehead.

"Can I invite you to eat here?"

Tia never expected Zaim would ask the obvious answer. But he didn't have to question that at all.

"By, dong. This is your home," Tia replied as she was before turning up the stairs to the top floor.

"Thank you, Mah!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Zaim opened his phone and called Retta to ask her how she was doing.

"Hello!"

"Hello, Ret. You all right?"

"No. Today I just ate instant noodles." Retta sounded pitiful, she then cried with a contrived voice.

"Come to my house. Mama's cooking a lot."

"Really?" The spirit of Retta is passionate.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you!"

"Yes. Cepet before I abisin."

Phone turned off Zaim. He decided to wait for Retta to eat together.

Retta was excited to hear this good news. He immediately brought instant noodles that had not been tasted to the Brother.

"Sister, this is for Brother." Retta handed a bowl full of fried noodles to her Zim-Kakak.

Zim who was flirting with Retta was reluctant to turn his head or say and was more interested in the flat object lit on his palm.

The reason, he also asked to be made mi earlier, only Retta mocked him with the word, "Take it yourself".

"I'm sorry, brother. Just kidding, though. This is what I made for Brother."

Zim glanced at the luscious-looking blob of noodles and decided not to care when he actually wanted to.

"You if you don't want to." Zim picked up the bowl as Retta turned away from him.

He sipped the noodles and was satisfied with the taste. The noodles made by others are the best.

"Have you eaten?" asked Zim, not intending to care. Just curious because he didn't see the girl eating.

"I want to eat at Zaim's house" Retta said with a gelagat ledek.

"So, no shame."

"Ih, he's the one who stepped on it. What's the shame anyway? He's my best friend." Retta squeezed her hair proud.

"So, because I never had a friend. Yeah, right?"

"But! Ada, kali. You just don't know."

"Oh, huh? Whereabouts? I never saw."

"Because Brother never showed. Go on, go there! Brother wants to eat quietly," Zim kicked out.

"Ih, I've been given it too. Not that thank you was kicked out," Retta grumbled as she walked away from the man.

It only took a few minutes for Retta to arrive in front of Zaim's house. The owner's son was waiting for him at the gate.

"Why long?" tanyanya flat.

"Since the same conversation Zim," said Retta then barged into the yard of Zaim's house.

"Yeah, in!" bring Retta. Oh, come! Zaim should have said so.

Zaim only sighed, accustomed to the behavior of his best friend. He entered, as well as locking the gate so that there were no intruders.

This was not the first time for Retta, not even countless times how many times the girl visited Zaim's house. Fortunately, no one was angry.

"Well, Aunt Tia is great! So, she cooked it all?" tanya Retta enthusiastically.

"Hm." Zaim lazy 'by the way'. He sat down to get food and put it in his mouth.

Retta also sat down and ate with Zaim. After the meal, Retta helped Zaim wash the utensils.

Household assistants in homes this big are only two, but they work twenty-four hours on command. However, Zaim instead chose to wash his own cutlery.

"Have you not come home yet?" celt Retta.

"Slowly," said Zaim.

"Ohh, hold Mama Tia?"

"In the room."

"Oh."

"Later, will I anter home?" tawar Zaim's.

"No need to."

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Nothing is different from Zahar today at School. They like to disturb each other. However, one thing he no longer did was skip class.

Zahar's parents also came here today after lunch. Many rumors say that the middle-aged woman and man scolded the headmaster because his son was expelled from the class by one of the teachers.

"You're reporting to your parents?" Retta. Zaim who was beside her spontaneously followed the girl's arm.

"I'm just-"

"Not." Retta and Zaim reflexively turned to Zahar who had just spoken.

"It's not me" he continued, "I don't know why my parents know this. I'm sure I never said anything."

Zahar passed after saying so. Retta and Zaim just throw a questionable look. Then get into class.

Serena, who had eaten Habread bread at the memory store, also expressed her desire to taste it again. But, as always, the answer is not satisfactory.

Retta can see the disappointment in her look throughout class today. He feels guilty.

Today's lesson wasn't so good. Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry join in one day. Therefore, all students in class XII-IPA 2 are relieved to hear the sound of the bell home.

But the teacher never forgets to give the task.

Retta and Zaim hurry up because Mr. Bread is alone in the store. He couldn't make a cake in his room when we weren't around. There are customers afraid.

"Hi!" Someone Retta and Zaim hope never to be seen, now suddenly appears and badly they meet in front of the school gate.

"Why did you come here?" furious Zaim. He clasped Retta's hand and hid behind her.

"I want to talk to Varetta" Livei said.

"I as his girlfriend never get him to whimper with other guys, let alone his ex," said Zaim with a super cold face. Retta just looked down behind Zaim.

They have become the center of attention of many students. However, since they were not so popular, those people decided not to care.

"Ret, I know you still like me. Let's talk it all out and turn it over first! Stay in this stiff guy-"

"He doesn't want to" Zaim said, putting up fox eyes.

"It's both of our business, you don't have to interfere"

"I'm his girlfriend, and you're nobody."

Zaim felt Retta clutching his hand. He turned his head and found Retta looking at him seriously.

They did not talk to each other, only looked at a few seconds and Zaim finally released the link of their hands.

"Follow me!" retta's word to Livei then goes first. Livei smiled triumphantly at Zaim and followed Retta behind.

They stopped at a place where there were not too many people.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Gini, I want us to reverse it."

"But I've been dating Zaim" Retta said flatly.

"Okay. I don't know why you could be the same, but please break him up and turn me around! I promise you, I will be loyal to you."

"No."

"I-I'm not going to deny you two any more peace, as long as your relationship-"

"No!" Retta rejected the call.

"Why?" pissed Livei.

"I love her the same. And you ... Don't ever whack me again!" continued.

"What the f**k!" livei Umpat.

Livei advanced towards Retta and kissed her forcibly. Retta rebelled by trying to push the man's body but unfortunately lost steam.

Zaim, who was watching them, was running towards them. His hand was clenched but not the fist he laid, but a kick.

Zaim pulls the collar of Livei's uniform, which is very different from her school uniform. He beat the guy all out.

Even Zaim stopped due to the movement of Retta who swiftly separated them.

"Don't show up in front of us again!"

Memory Shop's.

Epilogues

"Later, will I anter home?" tawar Zaim's.

"No need to."

Zaim looked at Retta intensely, then threw away his gaze. He smiles. "I shouldn't have it."

"I'll bring you home" he continued.

"No need. I can be alone, really," Retta refused without knowing the time.

"Do you know what time it is? Ten." Ten."

"Then? What's problem? Our house is deket."

Zaim looked at Retta. "If there are bad people?"

"Lost the opponent."

"Can yell."

"Kick the vitals."

It's so good to talk. He thinks it's that easy?

"If it's Livei's bad guy?"

Retta movement stopped. Zaim is setting him up right now.

"Fight," Retta replied calmly.

"I blocked the number" he added.

"Oh, yeah. From when?"

"It hasn't been long."

"You're starting to forget him, aren't you?" Zaim gave a faint smile

"My feelings suddenly went away to him" Retta replied.

Zaim turned his head for the umpteenth time to Retta.

"Oh, huh? Why?"

"I'm starting to have feelings for other people."

Zaim. The feeling is starting to feel bad. He asked, "Who?" to make sure his guess is not wrong.

"You."