The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: Wafaa

"Name?"

"Wafaa."

"Full name." Mr. Bread asserted.

"Oh. Dawafa Arlianta Zia."

"Lord?"

"Eh? Eighteen." It was told.

"Why do you want to work here?"

"Eum .. I want to earn a lot of money," he replied firmly while clenching his two hands determinedly. Mr. Bread can clearly see this.

"Any answer, all right?" retta whispered to Zaim next to him.

Mr. Bread conducted a candid interview in open space, right in front of Retta and Zaim who watched.

"You can't get rich by working here" Mr. Bread said truthfully. Well ... know the condition of this store that is not much in demand and visited by people.

"Eum .. The important thing is to get money." Wafaa smiled sincerely and timidly. Honestly, it was a little funny for Mr. Bread, but as much as possible he controlled his expression to stay firm.

"Can't you get a job somewhere else, so come here?" Trapping questions.

Wafaa is frozen with a brain that is constantly spinning looking for the right answer to the questions asked. And five seconds later, he spoke ....

"That's one of the reasons, but that's not my main reason."

"What's your main reason?"

"conveniences. I look at this place and I feel I would be comfortable if I had to work here. Whatever the salary, I don't care."

Mr. Bread was still with his flat expression completely motionless to change. "accepted."

"Eh? You don't want to see my files?" Wafaa was stunned on the spot. This fast? This easy?

"No need." Mr. Bread stood up from his seat.

Wafaa nodded happily, and in the middle of it was Retta and Zaim who were dumbfounded not budging where they stood. What did they just see this ... for real?

Huh, even the two of them must be hot-warm first just accepted. And this girl was taken for granted?

"And you guys ...." Mr. Bread stood in front of them, preparing to utter an unwanted sentence.

"You can stop working because I've got a clerk who can help me as long as this store is operational."

"But sir, we still want to work." Retta is willing to melt Mr. Bread's heart so as not to be kicked out of the store. He also nudged Zaim as a code to do the same as himself.

"Yes, Sir. Please don't throw us out!" pinta Zaim was stiff, with no look of mercy at all.

"... Please keep working if you want."

Mr. Bread walked past them and out of the store. However, he thrust his head into the room for a few seconds only to say, "The three of you don't want to go home?"

"If not, then just sleep here," he continued, then make the two girls who are still in a panic and immediately headed outside the room. Zaim only follows the movement.

"Do you think there's something weird about that girl?" Retta started the conversation on the way home.

"Wafaa? Not really. Why?"

"I feel his movements are not strange, like made-up," said Retta rethinking the innocent movement of Wafaa which he thinks can deceive many people.

"Not strange. Just be usual."

Huh, Retta can only sigh resignedly. No one else can understand Retta's mind if her best friend who always thinks the same also does not understand.

"Jude, deh."

"... By the way, Kaillo the Junior High boy never passed in front of the store to go to school. I think he's coming today, apparently not." Retta was glum when she suddenly remembered the child. It became kangen.

"Where is he going, huh? Do you not move?" Retta guessed the origin, everything in her mind she took out.

And Zaim only listened to it without complaining until they parted and turned to each other's paths.

Memory Shop's.