The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Curiosity

My brain is really mumbling right now. After returning from Raga's penthouse, I couldn't sleep.

Yes, I was in the boarding house of Alam Indah, which is now again a base for curious spirits.

"Makanya Chel if you talk about mbok, do not mention the name of kosan that was Alam Indah so Alam ghoib. Tuh, they all feel called to come san ngabulin your words thatuu," I fell asleep while mijitin own head.

My head was dizzy from thinking about many things, starting from Amel who turned out to betray our friendship. Then what he said was not what I thought and the fact that this situation is chaotic because I leaked the secret.

"Pak Raga must be very disappointed. I was disappointed with Amel. What difference does it make to me to Amel? we're both buckets, we can't keep secrets!" I bit my own lips.

"I'm not guilty of that Antichrist Eyang. Just because she lied to her own granddaughter, and because my mouth is a bucket!" I touched my own lips.

I was restless, I couldn't sleep. To be literate, tomorrow must be work.

Dilemmas.

I let people down and it didn't feel good, so keep thinking.

Drrrtt!

Drrr!

Amel nelfon. But I did not lift first, my mind again complicated. And again, talking in a chaotic situation is also useless. We both want to be the most real.

I sent a chat to Amel's number. I said, I need time to calm down, so I can talk with a cool head. Then I clicked the send button, and not for long the two checks changed color to blue which means my message was read the same Amel. He replied yes, he said he would wait until I was ready to meet.

I lay on my left side, and glanced at 11pm.

Nguuuunk!

I hear the car.

When I woke up, I sat on the bed and sharpened my hearing.

And the sound of the car was still there, but it slowly subsided.

"He came again? but why?" I muttered to myself.

"Ah, at most not Raga sir. But his man! how could a big boss sleep in a car? there he could be poisoned!"

"Well know, yeah?" my continue.

Actually I wonder the sound of the car that I heard is the sound of Mr. Raga's car or not. All you want to check, the one in the car is Mr. Raga or not.

But I doubt I want to go downstairs, so I met a strange one. Moreover, fromadi I have not been horrified the wasps ngung ngagung ngung on the balcony. They are like a herd, the angrem in their respective rooms.

"Down no, yeah?" I looked towards the door.

I'm counting pajama buttons, "Down, no, down, no, down..."

"Down?" I took a deep breath, before I finally stuck my leg down.

"Here you are, bismillah!" I said encourage myself.

Moreover, now I'm starting to hear another sound. I think there are still people talking in the room who is in the corner. Maybe they're running a marathon. Coincidentally tomorrow is Saturday, office employees are on holiday. Same with me having to go in. Because the weekend is a visitor. It is illegal to punish us on holiday, can be pulled we are the same Mr. Chandra.

New also intention ingsun open the door, uh hape I flame. There's a chat from Almeer, he's not gonna leave together.

Just want to answer 'yes', I want a threat Mr. Raga. If I can't pick up another guy.

Want to nolak, but the mind thrashed. Yes, what Almeer said. Maybe he thought, sweet enough as mopped up. I guess I'm just a person who benefits his kindness. Turn is not needed, invited to go together just do not want. Semeleketeeee!

"This is so much guilt!" my murmurs have not answered Almeer. I type, keep me deleted again. I just keep going until the front.

With the basic consideration of self-knowledge, I also replied 'yes tomorrow go together'. Click send, done.

"On the former boss mah, I'll think again. In part we are dating a lie and have been heard too, why is the agreement continued?" I pocketed the phone and continued to open the door.

Kreeeeeeek!

My head is tongolin first, "Okeee, amaaaan.." I muttered.

I slowly came out of the room. Don't forget I key first, just be safe. I fear there are things that are not wanted. You see, in the room, I also buy the motorcycle money that I designed yesterday. The plan was to make the cost of transportation to the store, eat, and also find a new boarding house that is the closest distance to my current workplace.

The salary is not as big as in the company, so I have to pay. Because we live according to our needs and abilities. If the will is endless, what is betuuuul?

Back to the original goal. I'm starting down the hall. Janga was asked, the cold felt piercing the pores. But the sound of people chatting in one of the rooms, made my heart quite calm. But when I want to get to the stairs, I hear the sound of people chatting from the front room of the rambutan tree.

Yeah, bener.

That's a real rame sound like people are commenting on movies. His voice was not clear.

Wind blows.

I rubbed my neck. And speed up the steps to get down. In my heart I pray that I will not find the living creature.

The clap!

The clap!

The clap!

The sound of my flip flops when it collided with the floor on the stairs.

Dare not dare to be brave. For the sake of checking who the owner of the sound of the car that some days always bothers my ears. That's Mr. Raga or not, if I do I'll have him come home. I'm afraid someone knows and will be gossip material. So with all my body soul I pierced through the cold of the night to straighten out a curiosity.

And when I got to the bottom.

"Yahoooooooooooo!" there was a woman screaming.