The Memory Shop

Memory Shop: Bread Name

18.30 pm.

After school, Zahar was reunited with his ex-lover and ended up talking together in a place that people rarely visit.

"What are you talking about?" asked Lia, a short-haired, tall girl with an adult stature.

"You still want to hook up with that guy?" ask Zahar carefully.

"Yes. Why why?"

"After beating him to pieces, now you want to hit me too?" continued.

Zahar was stunned for a moment before throwing out a sentence that might make the listener shake his head.

"If you want to break up with her, I'll excuse your mistake and go back to dating again."

The girl smirked thinly. "Zahar."

"Yes?"

"You're this stupid, aren't you?"

"You mean?"

"You don't know yet?"

Lia took a step closer to Zahar's face which was filled with many questions.

"What do you think is the reason I'm dating you?"

".... Because of money."

Zahar clenched his hands tightly.

"So, after I get richer, you I stay, deh."

Lia looked at Zahar's fist and then said, "Anged? You want anything else for me now?"

"Hm?" Lia advanced closer and left no distance between their two faces.

"What's? Mater?" The girl laughed softly.

"Oh come on, just hang on to each other. You like me because I'm pretty, right? And I like you because you're rich. Hitherto. No one is hurt the most among us."

Zahar did not expect, Lia would say that. It just freezes in place.

"It's okay, Za. You will also find you more beautiful than me," he said casually patting Zahar on the shoulder before finally leaving to stay away from the man.

Zahar breathed a sigh of resignation while lamenting his miserable fate.

Zahar is not interested in hanging out anywhere. Moreover, he had no good friends due to his rude attitude. Everyone approaches him for money. Just like Zaim. That's why Zaim never intended to be friends with anyone at school other than Retta.

Benak Zahar suddenly leads to a memory store owned by Mr. Bread. There are also Retta and Zaim, maybe the two lovebirds intend to invite him to talk.

If not, at least he will not feel alone because there are people he knows to accompany.

Zahar headed there and thoughtlessly entered the shop room. Retta and Zaim were already there, still in their School outfits.

"Welcome to our cake shop!" welcome Retta, even after she has kept Zahar at bay.

Keep being professional.

Retta stepped forward towards Zahar who had been sitting on one of the empty nine seats in this shop. "Can anyone help?" tanyanya gently.

"I ordered the most unpleasant cake in this store" said Zahar. Now his head is on the table with his arms as the base. Seems uninspired.

Retta let out a confused look. What an unpleasant cake? Exist any? And ... why does someone make a bad cake?

Mr. Bread suddenly walked out of his secret room with a white tart, just like Zahar had ordered.

"This is the most unpleasant cake I've ever made" she said before placing the round cake on a display case.

"How can you?" ask Zaim in wonder.

".... I'm always watching you guys." After saying that, Mr. Bread disappeared back.

Retta looked at Zaim questioningly and immediately lifted the cake after deciding not to care.

He placed the tart on Zahar's table, right in front of him who was moody.

"Please cut!" he asked a little for Retta.

Retta picked up the knife after exhaling a resigned breath. He began to cut the cake that he might never know the taste carefully and neatly.

Zaim was a little sick of seeing this happen before his eyes. However, his face did not show that look.

"Please eat!" Retta put the knife on the edge of the bread. He turned and sat back in his place.

Zahar picked up a piece, still with his displeased face and stuffed the cake into his mouth.

The expression it gives off is a natural thing and is not uncommon to find when feeling something unpleasant. Zahar complained.

"Not very good, anyway."

Ha, does he realize what he's saying? Was he on purpose or what?

Retta just shook her head while Zaim decided he didn't care. Zahar put his head back on the table, turned his back on the cake and looked at the crowded streets of Jakarta.

Jakarta is very hot these days, but Zahar does not feel the temperature in this store room at all.

If this place were bigger, the visitors would be a lot.

Zahar raised his head, again feeling the cake calmly. He could only breathe out.

The cake was like his life. Tasteless and unpleasant to feel.

A tray of bread landed right in front of him. Retta smilingly looked at Zahar, then said, "This is a gift from the shopkeeper."

"Habread?"

Zahar read the inscription on the paper that should contain the rules before eating bread.

"Before eating this bread, you are expected to think of someone you care about most" Retta said with a smile.

"Kok, suddenly?"

"Not to be surprised. It's free, okay." Retta blinked one eye, then turned away from Zahar's desk.

Zahar noticed the details of the bread, then asked, "What's the bread?"

"Oh-"

"The bread is not there. Just eat!" Zaim interrupted Retta's words with a slightly rougher pronunciation style.

Retta who saw Zahar seemed to doubt the taste of his bread said, "The sound is good. I'm the same Zaim once said, that bread tastes better than any other bread." smiling until it made Zahar believe it.

Zahar took the bread. As Retta said, she had to think about the person she loved the most.

Needless to say, the answer is obviously his grandmother.

Zahar started thinking about his grandmother. Starting from the way he smiles, advises, and his style of speaking is still clearly attached to Zahar's mind.

The man bit his bread. True what Retta said, the bread was more delicious than the others.

Along with the bite, Grandma Zahar appeared in her mind, filling her up so that there was no room for anyone else.

Zahar was so enjoying the memories that emerged that he was unaware his bread ran out and had bitten his own finger.

"Is the bread still there?" Zahar looked at Retta afterwards. His speech was suddenly soft.

As Retta had expected, this was bound to happen. However, all he could answer was, "No."

"Can it be made again? The bread is delicious because," said Zahar.

Obviously, that's not the reason. It seems he was not aware.

"I'll pay more if I can."

"Fun?" chirps Zaim.

Zahar's attention turned to look at the man with a flat look. "What?"

"Given the people you love."

The room was silent for a few seconds due to Zahar's confusion which seemed to keep thinking.

"That bread can make you remember the same people you love. The magic bread" said Zaim.

Zahar stared at Zaim. Then he stood up and approached the man.

"How much can I buy?" His net was keenly looking at Zaim. He's serious right now.

"You can buy as much as you want. But you'll never get the same effect."

Forehead Zahar shriveled in astonishment.

"The rules are that. There's nothing we can do. I'm the same Zaim also wants to eat that bread for the second time, but can't."

Zahar can only bow down to learn the bitter reality that Retta made.

"Yaudah" he said fifteen seconds later. He spent the money to pay for the cake and left without taking any change.

Zahar was slightly disappointed that he could no longer feel the effects of Habread bread. However, he was happy because the bread revived his spirit.

As a result of the happiness given by the bread, Zahar became grateful for having had the pleasant experience of eating bread once in a lifetime.

Memory Shop's.

...The epilogue...

10.25 am.

Mr. Bread walked out of his room with some bread on a tray. The smoke from the bread is steaming and looks very delicious to taste.

However, Retta and Zaim were in no mood at all. A little more they would go home to change clothes and pick up bags then school.

"How do you make that bread? What mixture?" Zaim asked.

"Secret," said Mr. Bread. Zaim simply took a breath.

"That bread always makes me curious" retta said.

"I feel like I know everything in that bread" he continued.

"Stop calling him 'the bread'. He has a name, too."

"What?" Retta frowned.

"From now on, call this bread 'Habread'."

"That's his name."

Mr. Bread wrote 'Habread' on the paper and hung it on a puncture on the bread, replacing the position of the paper that should contain the rules of eating.

"I put the name of the bread here, I hope you don't forget the name" Mr. Bread said before keeping the bread and returning to his secret room.

Retta and Zaim looked at each other, then decided not to care. After all, having a name or not the bread is still the same, right?