The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
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Mr. Raga who had been pounded also walked gallantly. He couldn't turn right, because the door was closed.

🎶🎶In the middle of a quiet night it's me alone, no one accompaniediiiiiii🎶🎶🎶🎶

Become a backsound escort step pack Raga with a half-fals voice to the right and a quarter of the fals to the left.

"Emang brash Rachel," maybe in the heart of Mr. Raga ngedumel like that.

But let it go, once must be done like gini. How serious he is about uniting two different castes.

One advanced, three advanced. Where Mr. Haris his face sangar but like a confused person.

"Surge, Cheeel? I want to see!" mom Retno pushed me to the side.

I'm sliding Retno again, "Shhh, don't look!" I complained because his position was not so clear.

"Mom wants to see Mom's husband, watch out first, Cheeeel.." Retno said sliding me again.

"Aiiishhh, you can't believe it!" I said in my heart

I'm not without reason, but because I also have to see the right moment, to give Riski mas code to get out of help was fighting over the same door Retno ma'am.

And we push each other because each is very curious about what's going on out there.

And braaaaaakkkk!

The door opens because we push each other. Retno and I went ahead.

"Oh my goodness, Rachel. You shouldn't push me, mother,"

"I'm not pushing, Mom!" I said I don't want to be wronged.

I immediately stood up and cluttered my hands.

Tampa we realize, it turns out Mr. Hardi again face-to-face with Mr. Raga. And I don't care if we do get the bad rap.

"Mas Riski, I'm looking for help!" I'm half-worked, because Riski even keasikan watch people gelut preparation.

Mr. Raga moved slowly, forming a semicircle. And Mr. Hardi is also moving in the opposite direction to Mr. Raga. His eyes looked up here and there. Not focused at all.

While I tried to get close, but it was forbidden to the same Retno.

"Just like this, we won't know what my husband will do. He's been affected by bad influences!" said Ms. Retno.

I'm disturbing my glasses, "Yes, Mom..."

There is also Retno. If I get closer, I get hit by a broom or worse I get hit, right atiiit.

The person who was doing some practice said his proposal, looked at me. With a cool look.

Mr. Raga rubbed the tip of his nose with his thumb, then calmly stuck out his right hand, then moved his four fingers back and forth.

His style is like a warrior who comes out of hiding.

"Aarrrrwww!" the sound of growling from the mouth of Mr. Raga, accompanied by a sharp intimidating gaze.

At once Mr. Raga looked cool.

Just be careful, if the style he came out did not match our expectations of the audience, I throw rotten eggs later.

My eyes could not move away from the figure of the man with his broad shoulders and firm body.

The night wind blew, making Mr. Raga's hair sway a little

"Your girlfriend won't be my husband, will she?" said Miss Retno buyarin my concentration.

"Depends on the situation, Mom! the lightest in the wind, the heaviest may be hit by gebug!" ngasal.

Miss Retno looked at me.

"Yes Mr. Hardi is in bad influence, could my girlfriend who was even injured because of an attack from her husband's mother?" I said defend Mr. Raga.

Back with a pearly figure that swung both hands up in a twisting motion, and his feet set the horses.

They move, Mr. Raga moves to the right while Mr. Hardi moves to the left.

"Wuuaaaachhiiaaaawwww!" mr. Raga gerakin head fast.

"Here he wants a fist what wushu wants anyway?" muttered.

And without warning, Mr. Raga koprol to the back. And 'hap' he returned again to the ground, with a roar like a tiger, "Aaaerrrrghhhh

Raga's leg suddenly floated into the air in a twisting and kicking motion, while Hardi's pony who saw it moved away and let out a voice, "Uuuu aaaa uuuu aaa!" as his hands scratched his head and one hand curved behind his body, exactly rich onyet.

He ran towards the rambutan tree and climbed up to the top. We who squirm just gawk.

"Well, Mr. Hardi, what's the demon possession, ma'am?!" I said to Retno.

We're both the daritadi anteng, watch. Now running towards Pak Hardi who already nangkring in the rambutan tree.

"Paaaak, down, Paaaaaakkk?" exclamation from Retno.

While Mr. Raga is now standing properly while actually his crest, "Jambulku doyong got wind, right!" said it.

"This is not the time for a crest, Paaak! it's time to think about how to get Mr. Hardi down from the tree!" my spoken.

And after Retno's mom was released from bringing the rambutan tree. Only the other residents are on the peeps, and some are out. I feel like there's a dangdut spectacle. There is no moral character!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? call someone a century!" luh ma'am Retno.

"Sir down, Paaaak!" exclamation from Retno.

While the other residents just ndowoh, aka gawking, watch other people ningkring on the tree branch, without doing anything like me, eh!

How is nolongin too? Our people are all ciwik-ciwik, who are afraid of being scratched or patched using a broomstick held by Mr. Hardi.

The only guy, Raga.

"Please, Sir! You can climb, right?"

"Depends on what you're up to!" pa Raga replied ambiguously.

"Yes climb a tree, Paaaaak..." Gemes.

"No way no! I told you to fight it out, that person! He's climbing himself, why should I bother too?" sahut sir Raga he's ruffled waist. Maybe the rheumatism.

The kreeekkkk!

"Eeehhhhhh, eeeeeehhh! paaaaak" Reno's mother was shocked, she stuck out her hands when she heard the sound of a branch that wanted to break.

Hearing that, Raga let out her hape, "Hello fireman!" he said when the call was connected.