The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: The Truth

Someone with a familiar face walked into the store seven minutes after Kaillo's departure. His face was flat for this time, it seemed that he had come not to mess up.

"Zahar?" retta was astonished when the man stood before her.

"Gapain come here?" Zaim asked flatly, objecting to Zahar's sudden arrival.

"I don't want to get stale" she said, "You got a white birthday cake with extra strawberries on the edges of the surface?"

"I ...." Retta looked at Zaim confused.

"Ad-ad"

"Kue whose field is flat and quite large. Birthday cake but no 'Happy Birthday'."

Wait for. Why would he even do a cake request?

"There," said Retta. Thankfully.

"Please pack one."

"Yes." Yeah." Retta nodded smiling then moved. Very professional he is.

On the sidelines, whether Zaim was intending to look for trouble or something, he asked, "Why are you buying cake here?" with a cold tone.

"...." - ".Zahar fell silent and threw his gaze on the floor.

Zaim continued, "There are a lot of cake shops in Jakarta, why did it come here?"

Retta who felt the direction of the conversation was no longer right, began to panic and decided to interrupt.

"Eh .. maybe the cake that Zahar was looking for is not in another store, so come here." It's so clumsy and funny. Like the girl in the anime.

"Yes," said Zahar, then silent again.

Retta gives the cake as Zahar wants after going through the packaging process. "Please pay at the cashier!" Retta used both of her hands to point towards Zaim.

Zahar headed there with the cake in his left hand.

"The price is 150 thousand," said Zaim flat.

Zahar reached into his pocket and took out the money with the right value after it left in a hurry.

"He why?" Seeing Zahar's condition today, Retta was astonished. The man was really far from Zahar's true personality.

"Does he have any more problems?" Retta looked at Zaim after noticing Zahar's departure.

"Maybe" said Zaim flatly, then put the money in his hand into the cash register.

"Ish, it's cold."

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Zahar traced the hospital hallway to a room where his family had gathered. He opened a door among the many doors here.

An old woman was lying with her eyes closed on her bed. While around, the people he called 'family' were hugging each other with joy.

"Mah!" call her slowly to a beautiful woman who is smiling happily.

"Oh, Zahar? Have you come?" The woman approaches Zahar and embraces him into the room.

"We're meeting Grandma, yuk!" take the woman while walking her to the right side of the Grandma.

"Sir, Zahar came here with Grandma cake, you know. But Grandma died first." The woman laughed a little.

Zahar looked at his mother in disbelief. Her eyes were wide with reddened and teary pupils. He looked at his tragic and terrible grandmother. What have they done?

"Zahar." The mother patted him on the shoulder. "If you know kayak gini, you don't have to bother looking for the cake again, right? Very fond of. But relax, this is over .. All Grandma's possessions will be ours."

The woman patted Zahar's frozen shoulder gently on the spot, then stepped away from him.

"What has ...these people done to my grandmother?"  Zahar looked at all the happy family members in this room with his sharp eyes as if he wanted to kill.

Zahar's permission not to go to school today is due to his grandmother who died. He could now only look at the picture of the Grandma on the nightstand. The person he loved the most had left him.

Zahar no longer knows how to live without his grandmother. His grandmother always advised him about kindness and helped him if he wanted to be beaten.

However, it seemed like the advice given was nothing that entered his mind. It is precisely the cruel nature of his father that dominates him more.

Zahar looked at the watch on his left hand and just realized that time had shown at sixty-twenty pm.

"That's a big deal," murmured Zahar annoyed. He had not been lying down for long and had been told to get up.

He's out of the house to Mr. Bread's memory shop.

"Is there something wrong with the cake?" anxious Retta when she saw Zahar coming in with the same cake.

Zahar placed the packet of cake in front of Retta, then looked at her flatly and said, "It's not held, it's up to you to eat or to sell again." before leaving the store.

Retta and Zaim threw questionable glances at each other. Retta said, "What's the matter?"

And only a shoulder by Zaim.

Zaim looked down staring back at the unfinished coin counted. "Let's go," he said.

"Then ... This cake want us anything?" ask Retta while paying attention to the condition of the cake.

"You eat it" said Zaim without any concern for the cake.

Retta smiled happily. He will happily devour the cake to the end.

After the store closed, Retta and Zaim walked together towards the house. There were no good topics to discuss, so they just looked at the street with their mouths locked until Retta started to bash.

"Zaim, have you seen Mr Bread's house?"

"No," Zaim replied, shaking his head slowly.

"About, where's Mr. Bread's house, huh?" ask Retta again.

If there is something that becomes a question and stuck in Retta's heart, then he will immediately express it. Another thing with Zaim, he had long thought about this and he kept it to himself and let it nest in his brain.

"No idea, justin. We don't need to know about that" she replied.

And Retta does not pronounce the words of Zaim.

"Hm .. about Mr. Bread has no wife, huh? No kids, huh? No way, if Mr Bread who was that old never married?"

Retta was busy muttering alone because the man next to her had no intention of knowing anything about life.

"Well, where are they, anyway? How come you didn't help Mr. Bread's job at the store? Are they home? Or .. has been sent"

"Retta," Zaim said softly.

"I'm just a nebak" he said.

" .... He said you don't care." Retta looked at Zaim wondering.

"Not to be curious about the lives of others! It's his personal life and we don't need to know. If anyone tries to figure out your life, you'll be distracted."

Retta only nodded faintly then lowered her head thinking about her mistake.

Zaim embraces Retta. "What about Livei?"

" .... He still calls me a lot, anyway. I'm always just gonna turn the phone on."

"Why isn't the number blocked, anyway?"

Retta looked up at Zaim who was 10 cm taller than Retta's height with slightly advanced lips, then shook her head innocently like a child who was reluctant to give her candy.

"You still like him?"

Retta fell silent and looked down again, Zaim then concluded his answer.

"Silence means yes."

Zaim breathed a sigh of resignation in the face of the mind of his friend. Though it is clear that his girlfriend cheated on him and he himself cut off the relationship with the man, but now why has his feelings not disappeared?

Oh come on, is Retta that stupid?

"I don't know why, but I still have the same feelings as him" explained Retta in a sad tone as if understanding Zaim's thoughts.

It's been a week since Livei and Retta broke up and Zaim just found out about it today? Sebal, angry, disappointed, everything mixed in Zaim's emotions.

And Zaim could only sigh and then exhale slowly.

"I'm sorry," Retta said.

"It's okay."

Memory Shop's.