The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
This is the Tea of Urang Lelendotan

"Sir, what's the fire department anyway?" I insist, and call him hape mr. Raga.

"This is Mr. Raga again joking what the hell. Obviously Mr. Hardi climbed the middle rambutan malem tree. Instead of calling the fire department!" I'm really sewot.

"Do you know the job and function of the fire department?" mr. Raga mijitin his head, then he shook his head.

"Yes madamin fire if there's a fire!" pede answered.

"That's primary! But one of his other tasks is also to evacuate people who nangkring in the kayak tree? let alone humans, the silvery cow got also called him damkar!," continued Raga.

"Why not clear from the beginning? call again, Paak!" said I told the ex-boss, I love the hape.

"Ck, so don't play it!" mr. Raga kesel. He called the fire department again.

"Well, they're, at best, here!" said Mr. Raga lightly.

Kreeeteeek!

The sound of tree branches.

We can not see clearly, just the sound of Mr. Hardi's "Uuuu aaaa uuu aaaa!" so-called. The tongue is still in his hand. How he climbed with a broom, it just doesn't make sense.

"Dlp, Paaaaaak! down, Paaaaakkk. Dangeraaa!" exclaimed Retno, her hands waving the same code as her husband.

The night is getting cold. Ms. Retno still persuaded her husband to come down.

While the other residents, one after another nyamperin. They are on failing to focus equally on Mr. Raga, who is standing next to me.

"What do you want kaliaaamnn? it's got guweeeh!" I said in my heart.

These ciwik-ciwik instead of looking at the pack Hardi sitting with legs hanging, and successfully make his wife horrified. This they are even busy seeing the boyfriend of people who do not oglehirikin them. Uuuuuuu tatiaaaannn!

"On the count of three, open your eyes and wake up! one two three!" I say like a mentalist trying to wake up a person who has been hypnotized.

"Players, wooooyyy!" I said finger gumming.

Plash!

Plash!

Plash!

Who was originally amazed at the charm of a Raga Mahendra, now back to consciousness.

Suddenly someone ngide, "Put a spring bed under a tree! so if Pak Hardi jatoh is at least not bump his head!" exclaim one of the women in the lower room.

"By tuh!"

While waiting for help who do not know when the datengnya, we six gotong royong lift spring bed from the room mas Riski. You see no one wants the spring bed made koribanin, melemprakin below. There are no crazy residents of kosan, ajaiiiib his behavior. I'm sure after coming back here and looking into his room, mas Riski will be surprised spring bed in his room suddenly aja gone!

Wuuuzzzzhhhh!

Keepreeeeek prekeeeek!

The sound of leaves being hit by the wind.

"Manehhh sahaaa tea? this is the tea where Iuraaaang lelendotaaaaan! nyaho henteu?" a shrill voice from the direction of the tree.

Yes, if we see this there is clearly a white-white nongol between the branches.

While Mr. Hardi still with his magic language. "Uuu aaaa uuuu aaaaaa!"

He threw his broom down.

Braaakk!

"Aaaaaaaa, kabuuurrrrr!" the occupants of the room above and below run into their respective rooms. Including the wasps, whose screams are fake.

I shake my head already, wriggling the behavior of cement cost management. I'm also horrified as well as kunti, but I did not run away matter of fate pak Hardi.

Without a second thought I went back to the second floor.

"Get up, nolongin mr. Hardi! what can I do, no one wants to help, right?" I said with occasional really glasses, with a cool look like a truth hero Rachel 009, if 008 already had the problem.

"Ck! no need! if it falls, it falls on a spring bed!" mr. Raga hold my hand.

"A little while more help is coming! you're here!" he said it again lightly.

A plaaaaakkk!

Mr. Raga's burly arm was pierced by Retno's mother, "Please husband momuu, that's his legs wobbling!" now the suit's being pulled.

"Dwoooh! lepassiiins! yes yes yes!" said Mr. Raga defending his suit.

"Pleap help my husband! I'm afraid he's falling!" tell mom Retno.

"Welloooooooooo!" peekik Pak Hardi, it seems he was again grabbed by the kunti up there.

"Cepet help!"

"Yes how? time to climb too?" ask Mr. Raga.

"From the second floor you can!" I'm pointing to the second floor. But if you want to cross to the rambutan tree is good, difficult.

"I'm not a tarzan let alone a samson, Racheeel!" mr. Raga is really his suit, afraid of tangles.

And there was a cry, "Buuuuu .. pak ustadnya udaaah metuuuuuuuu!" the voice of Riski.

Along with Mas Riski who ran with a religious leader with a black peci and his turban, who, the arrival of the damkar officers who were ready with all the equipment to evacuate people trapped at high altitude There are stairs that they use to climb.

They do not know that there are kunti up there who are ready to welcome their arrival.

"Welloooo!" shouted one of the rescuers who went up to evacuate Mr. Hardi.

Braaaakkk!

The branch that was making ningkring Pak Hardi suddenly broke.

"Aaaaaakhhh," everyone reflexively shouted in shock.

While I was pulled into his arms, Mr. Raga, his hand protected my head. He turned our bodies against the tree.

I then broke free from Mr. Raga's embrace.

"Babyskobm!" the sound of laughter from mbak kun, the loyal inhabitants of the rambutan tree.

"Hhhh hhhhhh," another officer helped one of his colleagues who came down with gasping breaths.

"There's a waiter, Brroooh!" said the damkar officer after setting foot on the ground.

Mr. Hardi who is already below, his hands directly held back the same mas Riski.

"Why is it bent like that?" ask one of the confused officers.

"Make a trance, sir!" said mas Riski.

But the person whose name is again the entry of the jinn, his strength will exceed the power of humans, and Pak Hardi can escape just like that.

But because of his many male personnel, Pak Hardi could not go anywhere, he was surrounded in a human circle. The officers and Riski tried to block Pak Hardi.

"Eeeiiit, where are you going!!" said one officer.

The men stretched out their hands so that Mr. Hardi did not run away.

And without being predicted, Mr. Raga went into the circle through the bottom gap.

And Hap!

Then arrested!

Mr. Raga paralyzed the person who was targeted from behind, he pushed Pak Hardi until my boarding father fell to the ground with his stomach position, while his hands were pulled back and held by Mr. Raga. "Let's do it!" said Mr. Raga to the man who wears a black peci and wraps a turban around his neck.