The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Drawn Mr. Raga

"When were you there?"

"Since then" I said flatly, trying to be professional with my job as a waiter.

"Rachel--"

"Please, Miss. It's complete, happy order, enjoy." said I who returned to the counter.

"Rachel, Racheeeeel!" Amel chases me he holds my arm.

I took off his hand, "Sorry, I'm working. I don't want to lose my job again. I hope you understand. Excuse me.." I said with a bow of respect, even though in my heart I was chanting. I'm back at the counter.

"What did Amel really do? I don't care about Tristan, I justa ... arrrghh! why don't I hear what else he wants to say, why do I play call him, how not kidding, Racheeel! you should be beaten to the end" I murmured in my heart.

"Why, Chel?" ask Fatir who might realize there is something strange.

"It's okay, I'm home, Tir! like the guy I was waiting for didn't come here" I took off the apron and took off my hat.

"Yes, that's what it is." said Fatir.

And I walked a few steps back again, towards the locker.

"Is there anything missing?" Fatir kepo really exactly like kayak mas Wahyu, different from the more calm Aldan and no comment.

"Hats!" I'm holding a hat. I think it's complicated to go home wearing a hat.

Dam fitting me nyampe locker, I see there tuyul gangsssss!

"Tumaaan, yak! say don't help, the moor becomes a demon!" I'm samperin tuh tuyul.

Just wanted me to get a hat on, all of a sudden.

Cteeekk!

He snapped his middle finger and thumb. He went again. How not our empeets. I was bullied at home, at work was also disturbed again. Really yes, Tan makes the emotions of body and soul so.

"It can't be allowed, so feel the house jointshe's out and about to take money too!. Nongol again, I pites tuh the tuyul!" I open the locker and put the hat down.

With a mountain of annoyance, I came out. Amel is still sitting with his friends that he brought here. And I don't care.

Suddenly...

Someone pulled my hand.

"Sir Raga??"

"Get in the car!" said it.

Bruuk!

Mr. Raga closed the door after I sat down properly.

"Udah is like a demon, nongolnya make heart beat-degan!" murmured, ngeliatin nih muter and open the door sitting on the chair.

"Don't you still say the same thing, or he's rich because of nuyul?" my mind thrashed while thinking about the boss of the jerky who as good as udelnya narik people, tell people to follow him want.

"Where are you going?"

"Beneath your heart!" said it.

"I am not calm next to my father. There's my innate apes mulu!" I chimed in on his words.

"This isn't the way to the apartment?" my many.

"Your idea is good too!" said Mr. Raga.

"Why are you going there?" my many.

"You'll know too!" mr. Raga smiled his mysterious smile, he glanced at me meaningfully.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, protecting myself.

"Ck, heeeeey! you think I'm that kind of guy?" mr. Raga clucked.

"Yes, who knows, sir! I'm just on guard. Because after all, you belong to the category of lonely men!" ledekku indirectly.

"Otakmunini contained a completely baseless suspicion. How can you judge me a lonely man? it really hurt my pride as a man, huh?" mr. Raga looked at it for a moment. Then he looked back ahead.

"And that will never happen, for every day I greet the man who has dared to stir and tear this heart!" softly, while my ears could still hear what he said just now, it was just that I was lazy to respond. I focused on the streets. Pretend not to be afraid.

But for a moment my mind drifted to his grandmother, Mr. Raga, and I became restless.

"If his grandmother knew that Raga and I were still meeting, I could be accused of all sorts" my mind was not calm.

In my last memory with Eyang Anti was not so good, even he was furious at that time. Because we both played with a relationship in front of Eyang.

While in the car, there was no chat. My mouth is tightly closed, and so is Mr. Raga. Just a song that fills the silence of the evening sky that looks beautiful, but soon ended and replaced the night long and dark.

Like life, if we are in a happy, joyful position, time moves fast. But when we again suffer suffering, even a second feels really long.

"What will we talk about until we have to go to her apartment?" my inner.

I looked at the man who was still dashing in his suit, he was focused on driving but there was something he thought about. Daaan 'seeet' pak Raga looked, immediately I threw away my face, holding the window glass pretending to look into the street.

"I'm sorry, I didn't believe you in front of Eyang. And let you so, later I explain the reason I did that, and the things that you do not know all this time" said Mr. Raga.

"Yes" I just answered briefly.

Then this car goes into the basement of a luxury apartment that people like me will not think to enter let alone live in a place like gini. I still wear a very old maid uniform with Raga sir who wears a branded suit and looks like his high class.

Mr. Raga took me to the top gasket floor of this building, and fitting opened beuuuh breadth no play-play. If people see or paoasan the same us in the elevator may think, Raga sir the same way his assistant yes. No one would have thought I was his former assistant this handsome but annoying guy.

"It looks like this place." I hesitated as I looked around. This is not the unit I used to stop at.

Mr. Raga put both his hands in his pants pocket.

"This is not the place to be" I said.

"If this isn't the place to be, how could we possibly enter with the access I have?" said Mr. Raga.

"It looks like you're starting to doubt how much money I have. Of course, I deserve this place" Raga said with his hands.

"Is it just money and wealth that you have in mind, sir?" ketus.

While Mr. Raga looked at me deeply, our eyes clashed. He approached step by step, though,

And Brukkkk!

His steps closed the door.

"Huh?" I just saw what he was doing just now.