The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: School Friends

"I want a part-time job here!"

Retta stood up and stepped towards Bread sir, but something gripped her arm.

"Are you serious? Make what?" ask Zaim curious.

"Later I'll clear." Retta smiled and slowly stretched their touch. He continued walking until he could see the handsome face of Mr. Bread clearly.

"No. I don't accept part-time workers. I just-"

"Please permit me to work here until you can get a full-time employee" Pinta Retta pleaded.

Mr. Bread sighed resignedly.

"If your goal is to find a way to restore the effects of the cake, it'll never work."

"Yes, I want to work here because I want to." Retta did not forget to curl the corners of her lips.

Zaim doesn't know the girl's way of thinking. "I want to work here too." He finally decided to come along.

"All right." Mr. Bread has decided. "Five million a month if you could hand out brochures and attract customers to come here."

"Em, okay." Retta agrees. What about Zaim who comes from a rich family? Will he be hot to work?

"Yes, we can share a brochure. We'll make sure this store rame customers." Zaim decided in the end.

However, it does not seem. The result did not go well. Action is not as easy as words, yes.

"Sir, there's a freshly opened cake shop there ...." Not yet had time to finish his speech, Zaim was immediately rejected outright.

It had been about thirty minutes they were standing at the end of this crossing and there was no change. The brochure that was supposed to reach the hands of the people, is now still in their grasp.

Mr. Bread peeked at those who kept trying despite not succeeding. He smiled and then went back in.

Zaim now regrets having been confident. Retta also almost died of heat. Huh, it has not rained since the year 2023.

"Retta, why would you want to work there, anyway?"

"You eat that bread" Retta replied without shifting focus from the person she wanted to give the brochure to.

"You've said there's no more effect." Huh, he thought his best friend had another better reason, but it turned out to be the same as the one on his mind.

"could. Surely can. I'm sure every problem has a way out" Retta said lightly.

"Whatever, huh."

They continued to try nonstop until fifteen minutes later. Then heard a voice from Mr. Bread telling them to go back to the store.

Their suffering is finally over. With pleasure, they ran to approach Mr. Bread who was no longer visible.

"Racid?" ask Mr. Bread when the three face.

They shook their heads spontaneously and Retta replied, "Hot." as a representative of the two.

Mr. Bread's eyes went down checking the brochure which was just a little different from the start he gave it.

"You're welcome."

Zaim and Retta threw each other an incredulous look. Even though their hard work did not produce results, but Mr Bread still accepted them?

That's grand.

"Why are we accepted?" ask Zaim to investigate.

"If you don't want to ...."

"Eh, I want." Retta interrupted nimbly before elbowing Zaim's arm.

"Yes, you can start working today."

"All right, thank you!"

They are now truly like a needy learner trying to make ends meet for his family.

After hearing the explanation of what to do from Mr. Bread, they finally understood and started their respective tasks.

Varetta is in charge of serving customers while Zaim is in charge of managing the finances. Mr. Bread is too brave.

What did Mr Bread do? He makes cakes. There is a special baking room in the back, which can only be entered by himself.

Mr. Bread has also banned the children and given them a set of rules to abide by. Otherwise, they would be expelled from this place.

Thirty minutes passed. Yes, many people were passing by outside but not a single one was looking here as if this building was invisible.

Honestly, Retta and Zaim are bored.

Ting! The keg!

"Oh? Zahar?" Retta raised her eyebrows knowing the man she knew was here.

The man was annoying, visible from the expression he put on.

"You guys here? You guys work?" Clearly, he intended to mock.

"Zaym? This you? Dad you know?"

Zaim only looked down in annoyance hoping that Zahar would soon disappear from the earth.

"Well, cool!" He grinned happily while shaking his waist.

He stepped forward while looking at the cake. "It's quiet here, yeah."

"Zahar, don't make a mess, huh." Retta was upset, I don't know what else came to mind this man. Retta hopes she has no intention of looking for trouble.

"I'm just curious, because I was told the same temen if there was a classmate I again divide the brochure."

Seriously, he came here just for that? So annoying.

"My curiosity was answered." Zahar turned around, uttered a farewell sentence and walked out of the room.

Fortunately Mr. Bread was busy in the back. The two of them could not imagine what would happen to Zahar if Mr. Bread heard the remark earlier.

Either because the world is narrow or a coincidence that is destined by God. A few minutes later, Serena was a student at the same school and class.

Ting! The keg!

"Hi!" sapanya friendly. Zaim and Retta sense of welcome is not needed.

"I heard you guys work here, yeah. Wow, great," he said with a charming smile.

The girl with a height of 167 cm was certainly not just to mince words. His rich look will convince people that he comes with a clear purpose.

"Yes, suddenly to work." Oh come on, what kind of silly answer did Retta make?

"You want to start self-study, yeah." She smiled sweetly.

"Oh yeah, I'll buy-"

Something melodious pitched from inside Serena's black backpack. Serena hurriedly searches for her phone, afraid that the one who called was the father.

That fear has become reality. He didn't want to have to lift it.

"Hello!"

"Where are you? How come you haven't come home yet?" His father sounded angry.

"Against the house, Pah. Job duties."

It can be dangerous for yourself to be honest. Retta and Zaim were not surprised to hear that. They must have known.

Just like Retta and Zaim, Serena has not changed her uniform. Yep, this cake shop does not provide workers' special uniforms, so Retta and Zaim are free to wear anything.

Some might say, "School one day".

The father then told Serena to go home firmly. It looks like the cake buying process will not continue, fortunately he has not had time to order.

"I'm going first, yes Retta"

Retta nodded without needing an explanation. Zaim being silent doesn't mean he doesn't care, he's listening to the whole conversation.

"Zaim." Zaim only nodded with a thin arch on his lips. After saying goodbye, Serena ran out of the room.

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"Why didn't you go home from school?" Serena stood down, preparing for the impromptu interview that the father had conducted.

"Task a lot, Pah. So-so"

"Go home! Change clothes, Papa's permission just left!" Serena was really intimidated by her father's high voice.

"Yes, Pah. Sorry!"

Serena wasn't lying at all. She went to her closest friend's house to do chores and when she was done she went to the cake shop to buy cookies.

He lied a little about where he was.

"Come in, change, eat, keep learning!" No one dared to refute the middle-aged man, including Serena.

Serena moves swiftly before her father says unwanted things that will make her suffer for months to come.

Not given pocket money for example.

Memory Shop's.