The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: Thieves

"I don't do anything," Wafaa argued in annoyance. Behaviour exposed? This fast? Really sucks.

At first he did not intend to take money openly like this, but Retta said about, "Pak Bread never took home the money at the cashier. I don't know why, but Mr. Bread dares to give full trust to his employees - Zaim - to manage money." made him change his mind.

He plans to take the money now and make the cashier-keeper Zaim-accused as a thief without knowing how rich the guy is.

Before Mr. Bread saw, he immediately put the money back into place.

"You're gonna take it, aren't you?" retta hatch.

"Eh, you don't want to be accused! What am I doing?" Wafaa tried to defend herself with an equally high tone of voice.

"Obviously I saw you put money in your pants pocket. You still want to deny?"

"Zaim, you saw it too, didn't you?" Retta looked at Zaim who was standing next to her with a face that was too flat.

He nodded slowly while giving a look of intimidation at the girl he initially thought was innocent.

"Ih, what? I'm just calculating the income earned today" Wafaa lied.

The door of Mr. Bread's room opened, displaying an adult figure with a look no different from before. The three of them looked at him.

"What's this?" The strong, high voice then makes Wafaa creeps and becomes afraid first.

"Sir," Retta advanced towards Mr. Bread. "The father's new employee bravely took the money without his father's knowledge."

Mr. Bread's attention goes from Retta to Wafaa. Wafaa shook her head in self-defense to Mr. Bread.

"Not to deny. I'm the same Zaim has seen clearly" said Retta.

Mr. Bread's view was straight, looking at Wafaa who continued to defend himself. However, eventually the girl stopped because she felt Mr. Bread did not believe her and trusted them both more.

As if doing telepathy, Mr. Bread and Wafaa throw one another without a word.

"Leave it!" his final word was over ten seconds.

Retta and Zaim couldn't believe what they had just heard. Waitaminute! Is Mr Bread going to let it go? Without punishment? This doesn't make any sense.

Mr. Bread stepped forward towards Wafaa. "Follow me!" tell him, then turn around and walk towards his room. Yep, the man told Wafaa to enter the secret room, even though he had previously forbidden it himself.

Wafaa hesitates at first, he only looks at Retta and Zaim in turn. However, he got scared because Mr. Bread kept looking at him coldly.

As a result, he was forced to enter the room.

Wide, wide, nice and quite messy are words that can describe the condition of the room.

To be clear, the room was filled with cakes and bread and flour scattered everywhere. There is nothing special about the place according to Wafaa, so why did Mr Bread prohibit all his employees from entering this room?

There was a table with four chairs in the corner of the room that was untouched by anything, still looked clean and new.

Wafaa complied and sat down on one of the chairs. Mr. Bread also occupies a seat in front of him.

Wafaa did not dare to look into the man's eyes until he lowered his head and looked at the fingers of his own hand. Beautiful and long, but likes to take.

"Do you really need money?" chirp and Wafaa just shut up.

Outside the room, Zaim crossed his chest and leaned against the wall while watching Retta who tried to eavesdrop by attaching her ear to Mr. Bread's door.

However, without them knowing the room was soundproof.

"My jawab! Do you really need money to steal like this?" mr. Bread's word forces his interlocutor to make a sound.

"Yes. More than just need," said Wafaa relaxed.

Mr. Bread breathed a sigh of resignation mixed with fatigue. "Didn't your Mom teach you good things to steal to make money?" ask again.

"My mother is dead" replied Wafaa as if after breathing out. He did not look at all heavy or sad when he said it as if he had no heart. It was Mr. Bread's eyes that glazed over.

A liquid that poured out from the bottom of Mr. Bread's eyes made Wafaa confused. Did he speak wrong enough to make Mr. Bread cry?

Mr Bread why?

"I'm sorry, I was just carried away." Mr. Bread began to wipe his tears and control his emotions so as not to be too visible.

"What about your Brother? Is your family complete or not?"

Wafaa was again made uncomfortable. Topics like this were the ones he hated the most all along. Trying to endure sadness is difficult, very difficult. But Wafaa can do it.

"There's no one. My father left me as a toddler, My mother died helping my sister from a car accident. And my five-year-old brother died from lack of food."

"I was taken to an orphanage by my family who did not want to take responsibility for taking care of me. I was adopted and now live with a woman who told me to do this. You satisfied?"

Mr. Bread froze on the spot, he suddenly had trouble speaking and had trouble holding back his emotions until his tears broke right then and there.

Wafaa looked at Mr. Bread with a flat look. "Thank you, sir, for your sympathy, but I think I should get the hell out of here because I know you're gonna fire me."

Wafaa stood up and was about to turn towards the door of the room. However ....

"I'm your Dad."

Crash it!

Wafaa's steps stopped, his heart pounding uncontrollably, his breathing felt tight to blow. Even the word 'shock' cannot describe his current feelings.

She was sad, upset, angry, sorry, and dozens of other unexplained emotions joined her in one little heart.

Memory Shop's.