The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: Revealed

Wafaa turned to approach Mr. Bread, opened his bag and took out several hundred bills to put on the table.

"I returned some of the money I had taken. I'm out!" His voice trembled with eyes that had reddened watery. Wafaa turned around to leave the room. However, a word provoked his anger.

"Sorry."

Brak!

Hard kick. It is Kursilah who is the victim of Wafaa's current anger. He kicked the table, brought his former boss's face closer and looked like an eagle.

"What's? Pardon?" Wafaa grinned dislike.

"After everything that happened in the past, you easily said sorry?"

Wafaa kept her face away from the man. He also brushed his hair up and laughed like a mad man.

Mr. Bread could only freeze in place with occasional tears falling down. He was hit with a feeling of remorse for a number of times, there was nothing more he could do now. All late.

Suppose time could be turned back, he wanted to fix everything and keep his family intact. Unfortunately, it can't be done.

Wafaa took off her glasses, slammed them to the ground violently and then walked out of the room.

Retta who was caught eavesdropping became embarrassed herself. However, Wafaa did not care and continued her steps about to get out of the store.

The set!

I don't know what possessed the boy. However, Zaim suddenly held back Wafaa's hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

"You have to take responsibility for everything you have done" Zaim said seriously.

Wafaa clasped Zaim's hand and ran out without saying a word. The guy who just made his heart ache even more could only scratch his nape.

Actually Zaim intends to care because seeing Wafaa looks chaotic. Only, he realized that the girl he loved was watching them.

Even so, to be honest Retta did not feel disturbed at all.

It seems like the assumption of 'Little Sister' on Retta is no longer valid for Zaim.

In the next second, regardless of what was going on between the two, Mr. Bread suddenly came out of his secret room.

"Please guard the shop!"

After saying so, he ran out of the store to catch up with Wafaa in the midst of rain and lightning that were earthy.

Retta was worried that something unwanted was happening in the room earlier. Suddenly his mind became negative. Now he can only hope that what he fears does not come true.

Zaim swiftly closed the door of the secret room that had not been closed by Mr. Bread before due to hurry, fearing Retta would peek and know the contents.

He is one of those rare people who respects the privacy of others.

The city streets don't seem so crowded right now, but Mr. Bread doesn't care about that. He was relieved to see the back of the child who was not too far away from him.

He hastened his pursuit of the princess, hoping to fix everything and start a new life together.

Mr. Bread took to the highway to cross. However, it seemed that he had forgotten to look around before speeding on. His focus was only on Wafaa who licked his footsteps after knowing that Dad was chasing.

"I want .. to make up with my son."

Brak!

February 1 is today. The date when the first rain falls in the new year, as well as a sign of the increasing age of Pak Bread who is getting older.

The day that should have been happy for the middle-aged man, it ended in disaster for him.

Mr. Bread fell to the ground, blood pouring out of the injured parts of the body, but not the head. The car that was supposed to be in charge never stopped the car as if nothing had happened.

His sobs were unstoppable, wanting to feel like he was shouting as loud as possible to vent his feelings.

He got up and ran staggering towards the group of people who swarmed his father.

He lifted the head of the unconscious Father into his lap. "Yes baguuun!" his orders were harshly staring at the face of the Father who was like there was no sign of life.

He shook his father's tall body stronger and cried louder. All around him, those paddled people watched them with sad gazes, almost weeping over the miserable fate of others.

Retta and Zaim were concerned despite watching from the front of the store. They wanted to go there, but they were wearing school uniforms that still had to be worn tomorrow.

School uniforms will certainly not be easy to dry if dried, especially in the rain they expect to arrive tomorrow.

Wafaa stopped his sobs when Mr. Bread opened his eyes perfectly. He smiled at the boy who seemed worried about his condition.

However, he is fine.

"Dad all right?" Wafaa was astonished, why could his father wake up again after being hit?

"Duh, Daddy's body is sick, nih," complained Mr. Bread. For the first time in years, Mr. Bread used a non-rigid language.

Cool. Wafaa should feel special.

People around began to disperse after asking the situation of Mr. Bread who turned out to be fine. They are busy with their own business.

"So, are you pretending to faint?" Wafaa upset, feeling lied to. He put on a sullen face, stood up from his seat and intended to run away again.

However ....

"Don't go!" Mr. Bread held Wafaa's wrist to prevent the boy from leaving her.

"Please don't leave Dad!" soft word.

The two of them reached inside the shop and sat down at one of the three-seat tables. Wafaa still looked at Mr. Bread with a sharp gaze, hoping to get an explanation for the incident earlier.

"Dad don't pretend, really. Dad's body was sick, and Dad also had difficulty breathing so he could not wake up," explained Mr. Bread, but seemed to have not managed to answer all his daughter's questions.

"Father close his eyes to make nahan sick," he continued. Wafaa just nodded faintly.

While on the other hand, there are two other people who hope to be given clarity over this new atmosphere. In their minds, Mr Bread suddenly use a language that is not rigid? Why did Mr. Bread explain using the word 'Dad' on Wafaa? What the hell is going on?

Wafaa looked to the left and found that the two people were watching them. He understood and revealed, "I'm his son."

Almost Retta's eyes came out from being too shocked by this shocking fact. Zaim did, it's just his way of showing emotions opposite to Retta.

"Seriously?" Retta kicked the table in front of them.

Wafaa nodded casually in response, then turned to look at Mr. Bread and asked a little question.

"Why did you just say it today? Why-"

"Still formal? Call Dad, dong. Why wear 'you'?" Mr. Bread asked to be appreciated as a father.

Well, Wafaa understands. He took a breath before saying, "Dad ...."

"Dad, why did you just say today that Wafaa is Dad's son? Why do I have to tell Wafaa to work? In this shop, I have two employees. Why was Dad not surprised at all when Wafaa came here and called the full name Wafaa?" Honestly from the tone he spoke, this girl started to act spoiled.

Mr. Bread just smiled at the pile of questions. "Later Dad was clear, but not now" he said.

The man had just realized that what he had experienced a few minutes ago was not a catastrophe, but a precious gift from God.

And the gift was not his because today was his birthday, but because of his sincerity and strong feelings in his desire.

Memory Shop's.