The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Ngoookk Dinner Ngoook

"Please Racheeel, the brain is conditioned.." My inner.

Mr. Raga is back.

Now he's pulling me, towards a balcony and there is a real view of a beautiful view. The dark sky is decorated with candlelight.

"What is a candle light dinner?" I said in my heart.

"Ah, no! at most he wants to make the devil around, if there is a shower, or flowers or what so," I woo here and there.

"Sit down" said Mr. Raga. He just told me to sit down, without being dragged into his chair.

"I'm sitting here?"

"Not but on a tile!" sahut mr. Raga.

"Basic man sucks!" my inner.

I also shook my chair and sat with pleyat pleyot lips. While Mr. Raga is ordinary, stick with his good looks and wibawa. Sometimes he pulls his suit down, allowing the expensive suit to remain neat.

We feel like eating with the employer if I think gini mah.

The table is full of food and drinks with high glass.

"My dad didn't come here to keep a candle, did he?" my many.

"What's? keep candles?"

"Ngepet, Sir mopping! ngook, yummy!" I imitate the voice of the boars.

"Well, yes, miriiip! I didn't think you were a demon!" said Mr. Raga ngenyek.

"It's all human food, you can choose the food you like!" said Mr. Raga.

"It's human food, after all, where do goats eat steak?" muttered.

This candle light dinner version babu sm employer. I sat wearing a tavern uniform lacking the same hat apron doang, while Pak Raga ate with calm, calm as a frog swimming in the lake water. Is there a frog in the lake? auk ah dark! if anyone knows, please comment below, yes. Yeeuuuh the Rachel, you think we're yutuber?! main make all comments.

Mumpung the situation is again supportive, interrupted eat me sodorin hape who once pak Raga kasih, from the era of the ancient Roman empire.

"What's this?" ask Mr. Raga.

"It's hape, sir! I didn't know my eyes were siwer!" I said, this time he's not the boss. So if I say yes normally, there is no pressure fear of being fired.

"I know this is Hape! am I a caveman, who doesn't know if it's a hape? I mean, what's your goal is this nyodorin hape to me?" pak Raga pointed at the hape on the table with just a glance.

"Oh 🎵look at your eyes pull the color! shalalalalala..🎶" my inner sangin dangdut song that was famous in his era.

"Make what?" ask Mr. Raga about my thoughts everywhere.

Wuuuuzzh!

The wind blows pretty much making goosebumps.

"Make me give it back. This is the phone that you once loved that contained important numbers," I explained.

Without a lot of talk, Mr. Raga ngantongin hape is on the table.

I thought she'd say, "No need for Rachel. Take it for you. If you don't want to, you can sell. You can use the money to make a foya-foya!"

I squirm this person without blinking, can be random behavior, anjiiirr.

"What else?" ask Mr. Raga.

The wind blew the second time.

In my heart, I mumbled, "Please, my stomach is rumbling again, don't show up!" I hugged myself.

And with his gentle Raga sir open his suit. Not for me to wear, is it. But for him to sit in his chair and casually he said gini, "I don't need this suit, my heart is warm enough just because it's close to you," he said by raising and lowering one eyebrow.

"Moon maap, this is raga abis kesambet on jackfruit tree what? speaking of which it's been everywhere," I shake the head of the former boss's behavior is absurd.

"What are you telling me to come here for? the salary I have received so what else makes me still have business with you?" I ventured to look at Mr. Soul Raga.

Raga sighed, "Huufh, Can we eat in peace? you seem to be in a hurry, is there someone waiting for a demon woman, huh?"

"Father likes to carelessly when it comes to people, if I'm stealth means the father of the former boss is a demon!" my words do not accept.

"Who told you not to kayak just now?" mr. Raga does not want to lose.

"Seat your food first, and then we'll talk. If I eat while talking like sprains!" said Mr. Raga.

Yes, we sendiko dhawuh only so yes. Let the people talk and talk, I can go back to kosan. Although it can not be denied, my kangen taste has been treated. Kangen feeling that yesterday-sunday inner torment, but suddenly lost replaced with a sense of sprain because it felt futile worrying a Raga Mahendra.

Don't bandingin Raga sir Almeer. They are clearly two different people. The good one is bad and the one that has been unable to be cured.

We eat quietly, and every now and then I actually have my glasses sagging maning sagging maning son.

I had a good meal tonight, wanted to drink in a tall glass but hesitated. I'm afraid it's wine or something.

My nose then snorted, trying to smell it.

"Not a drink that makes you lose consciousness. It's just soda" Raga said.

I tried it, and it was soda.

And wuzzzz...

The wind came again.

And this time Mr. Raga gave me his suit, "Wear it..."

"Thank you" said I, who was wearing a crisp suit on my body

But it's a different cold, I'm starting to suspect.

"So, actually I already know about Moreno Saputra who likes to play shamans," said Mr. Raga, he raised a glass and drank it.

"If you know, why do you still see him? and let him put the red buttons that have been winnowed," I said.

"I just want to work on it, Rachel. People like that are not exciting if they are not done directly! I pretended to be affected by what spell he recited, to find out how far he would try to trick me!"

"But it was your gaze that made him feel that he was being watched, you almost became one of his targets. Because indirectly you are blocking him from achieving his goals," said Mr. Raga.

"I'm lucky to be a smart person, so I can make him focus on me again. And promised him a second meeting,"

Then Mr. Raga began the story, at the second meeting Mr. Moreno offered a ridiculous deal where the company was assessed to be a big loss if it signed the contract. I just saw he could laugh after that, he laughed at the way Mr. Moreno who thought it was very outdated. He said that after Mr. Moreno gave the button, Mr. Raga pretended to be suddenly sick. He said his eyes were blurred and he had to go home immediately. And after that Mr. Raga cut off his working relationship with Mr. Moreno.

When Mr. Moreno filed a penalty with a fantastic amount because Mr. Raga decided to cooperate unilaterally. But Mr. Raga is not that stupid, Mr. Raga threatened to spread the conversation between Mr. Moreno and the shaman related to cheating and using black magic.

"As long as the tape is on me, he won't be able to dwell, hahahahah," Raga laughed with satisfaction.

Mr. Raga then took another sip of his drink.

"Then those red buttons?" ask suddenly.