The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Very Secret

Mr. Raga was silent for a moment, he put on a serious face.

"Sshhhhh, tsk! come here.." Raga told me to come closer, I leaned over.

Maybe what he will talk about is very, very secret, until the wind can not follow the horror of what he will say.

"Jadiiii.." Raga lirih sir.

I got closer, trying to catch his voice.

"Jadiiiiii, the night I sent him back to his house, wuakakakakaka!" mr. Raga laughs his ass off.

Krik!

Krik!

"Where, how? go back to her house?" I'm confused myself.

At that time it was not cool that he said, "I already know. So give me that thing, I myself will destroy it," said Mr. Raga ringing in my head.

I send my back to the chair, "The button has already been cast a spell on your behalf, sir.." I stared at Mr. Raga intensely.

"Then?"

"Yes, the button will stick after 24 hours in your hand!" I said remembering the conversation of Mr. Moreno and the shaman.

"I sent him what he gave me after you came to worry about me, until you lost all my pockets at that time" said Mr. Raga, reminding me of the stupid things I had done.

I just shook my head, "Your taste is no cure, sir!" muttered.

"What did you say?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Night is not good for me who often catch a cold! I think this dinner is enough, I'm sorry to go home!" my words will rise, but as quickly as lightning Raga stood up and caught my hand.

"I haven't allowed you to leave yet" he said. He approached.

Mr. Raga tightened his suit, he held both of my upper arms.

"We haven't finished talking about--"

"On what? isn't everything over, sir?"

"On who leaked our secrets," he said sharply.

"Who is that?" I dare not look at Raga.

"You!" accusingly

"I? I'm not the one who said that to your grandmother. Did I do something that would make me lose my job? if you accuse me, don't be reckless, sir!" I don't want to be wronged.

"Yes but you're the same story as your close friend! didn't they?" mr. Raga has taken out his horn.

"Hey, Racheeel. You can't dodge it!" continued Mr. Raga.

"Yes yes. I ngaku! I'm having a hard time telling Amel the same story, but right--"

"But your friend sold the news to my grandmother! he took our photos and videos while on vacation at the resort!" revealed.

I was just about to say, Mr. Raga was straight away, "Not only on grandma, but he also spread this news in the company. That's why Grandma fired you, because she didn't want any gossip or scandal about me blowing in the company" he said.

He took his hand off me, "That's very disappointed. And I don't want to defend you, but at that time your best away from handsome people like me for a while," said Mr. Raga.

I want time at the resort, when I want to pinjem camera has Amel. Fia said the camera was broken.

"Why are you doing this anyway, Mel?" my inner.

I suddenly felt guilty.

I took off the suit that covered my body, "Sorry, I've caused a commotion and a loss to you, sir!" I said while returning the suit to Mr. Raga.

When my foot was about to step, Raga pulled me in her arms. His embrace. My eyes are perfectly round.

No, not because of his embrace. But just behind the back of Mr. Raga there is an entity aka makhlus smooth that amit-amit yes, the tongue is long and stuck out that way.

I have goosebumps not because I am close to Raga, but see the red eyes of this creature.

Kreteekk!

Kreteekk!

The head of this creature meggleng to the right and meggleng to the left, with the sound of joints that make the ears horrified.

My breath started to go out, "Hhh .. hhh..."

"I know, being hugged by an established handsome guy like this is definitely hard for you to believe, and you must think this is just a dream, right?" mr. Raga is still praising himself.

"Sir Raga, what the hell, sir?" I looked on without letting go of my gaze from the figure who was showing off her scary smile.

"Sir? behind me is a demon!" whispered in Mr. Raga's ear.

"Damn it?" muttered mr. Raga.

He let me go and looked back.

But cling!

That creature was. Exactly like a tuyul slonang-slonong in the store, which appears and turns on its own.

But I'm sure Mr. Raga was looking at the devil who had long silver hair.

"Are you okay?" ask Mr. Raga.

I'm shaking.

"We go inside!" ask Mr. Raga.

"The machine hasn't been loaded!" My servant's soul thrashed.

"I'll ask people. Now we're in!" mr. Raga pulled me inside and closed the balcony door.

Mr. Raga closed the curtain with a single command, "Close the curtains!"

And slowly the curtain closed on its own.

He told me to go in but the water on his face was calm, not scared or anything. I know or have seen such a creature.

"So you don't have to be afraid of the devil?" I nanya when Mr. Raga told me to sit on one of his sofas.

"Because I've seen it so often!" answer lightly.

"He used to show up when there were new people. Consider it a greeting introduction," continued Raga.

"So that wasn't an evil creature?"

"Not knowing either!" said Mr. Raga.

"Lah, you said he showed up when there was someone new! that means you've seen it a lot, right?" I'm more confused than Raga.

"I'm second this time see, but the maid who takes care of this house that likes to be cheered and many are not at home and finally come out" said Mr. Raga.

"If you want, you can stay here. Nemenin satan earlier," said Mr. Raga.

"Want to hear my answer?" my many.

"What?"

"Obviously, no! I'd rather sleep in my house than live in a luxurious house but the same devil" I said.

"Don't get me wrong, it's now the place where ghosts are supposed to be!" said Mr. Raga.

"Who said?"

"My word was!" mr. Raga points himself out.

"Do you know?"

"Yes, every single one of my malls sleeps in the car, right in front of your boarding gate!" replied Raga who made me look up.