The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Toilet Room

I sit in my chair. While the boss again the same with the papers that still stack.

Moon maap nih, we sit on the day of a display kayak aja yes. This is the boss, has not given any work from the morning other than making kupi.

"Not yeah?" I murmured in my heart.

My hand gatel daritadi, nulis no one should be written, want to type nothing can be typed, want to count no money that I can itungin.

Just here, diem-dieman same boss. He should be afraid of being yelled at. Not ready to mentally aing ngadepin a fierce boss like this, unless already so bini, uh.

I approached, standing awkwardly in front of Raga's desk.

"Sir, I have something to ask you" I said politely.

"Ask it," he said.

"I haven't been absent from the morning. I don't know where it's missing-"

"Here," he said pointing at her face, he saw me.

"I mean Father?"

"You put your face on me!" he refocused on the documents at the table.

"Mister don't be so insolent, huh? although I am the assistant of the Father. That doesn't mean you can act on your own, sir. I have my pride too!" my words are full of emotion.

Although we are commoners, but do not want to be stepped-injek same-jek rich people.

Mr. Raga who was the focus of his cooperation is now sitting with his legs on his other legs, and his hands are covered in the chest while showing a mocking smile, "Huh, your brain is what the hell is it?"

"So you said that--"

"I said you put your face to my feet, which means you just have to come in this room. No need to use the absentee machine because I will judge your work myself, understand?" said it.

"Oh yeah, when it's over working hours, it means we become lovers. And that means you have to call me baby, babe, honey, but don't be sweet because it's like baby diapers!" said again.

How about, so I indirectly work 24 hours dong. Jd's assistant work and it's out to be a pretend boyfriend.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you the equivalent amount..."

"For how long? That means until when do I have to be your pretend boyfriend, sir?"

"Until my grandmother returns to Holland!" said Mr. Raga.

"Then, what kind of work should I do as an assistant?"

"Prepare all my needs, and accompany me wherever I go. And one more thing, I don't like people who like to be late!" said it.

"Bring this document and give it to Erna!"

"All these documents?"

"Yes, everybody. Quickly work!" show Mr. Raga on a stack of documents.

I lifted up the documents that were as tall as that mountain.

"Geez, there are crazy bosses to tell," I said in my heart.

Right at the door I stopped, "Sorry, sir. Can you open the door, please? I'm in trouble" I said with documents that almost covered my face.

"Aaiishhh, you're so troublesome!" mr. Raga got up and walked while pounding.

Then he opened the door for me, "Thank you, sir!"

Duuh, the road to his desk mbak Erna this is a pity meh ah ah ah.

"Mbaaaak? mbak Erna, where are you going to put this?" I asked Erna who was sitting.

But the mouth of the chili is instead diem-diem bae. Astogehhh, patient sing Rachel. Ngadepin people half sane emang susaah.

"This brat is from Raga sir!" my spoken.

He didn't say thank you or some kind of small talk. Emang make gedeg nih virgin old.

Wanna go back to Raga's room, but I got a call from nature. The air conditioner in the room was cold as a refrigerator, making me want to be as good as you.

Staying outside, I go to the toilet first. Although in the room there is also a toilet but it is still awkward. There is Mr. Raga, not delicious.

I went to the toilet at the end of the hall. On this floor it's pretty quiet. On this floor there is only the room of Mr. Raga and one large meeting room. Anybody who enters here yancuma who has an interest.

I went into one of the rooms. So the toilet room underneath it was a hole. So we can know if there are people in the room or not. There are only 3 rooms in this toilet. I entered the middle.

I entered, and sat in the closet again. Someone opened the door. Maybe Erna thought I was.

"Hemmm hemm hmmm," he hummed, but from his voice it was not Erna.

Ah, maybe it's the guest of Mr. Raga or it could be the directors who are tepe-tepe the same Mr. Raga, spread the charm. Those who enter this floor are not random people.

But this guy seems to stop in front of my room, yes I've been sure.

In Dalem there are people, next to aja yes. The room next to the empty one" said I who then hit a flush.

And after all the clothes and stuff, I opened the door. And I saw the woman's way but the way was strange, right looked down. Hang cuy!

"Aubur!" I'm out ngibrit. In this quiet hallway I ran around and opened the room Mr. Raga so without a knock on the door.

Do you know who is in that room? There's Erna's mom. Poking, smashing on the floor.

"Where have you been, Rachel..?!!" mr. Raga gregetan.

"Don't, sir..."

"What nganu-nganu? speaking of which?" mr. Raga is up an octave.

"From the toilet at the end of the hall" I replied.

"Gosh, there's a toilet in here. Why are you out? make it hard!".

Moon maap nih, mr. Raga mrepeeet mulu ngomel. What is Erna's fate? Dilalerin he is.

"This is why Erna, sir? how is glossy downstairs? I'm not --" I asked.

"Get your mind, Rachel!" said Mr. Raga.

He pointed his hand at her, "Piggatin to the couch,"

"Why me, sir? where am I?" my spoken.

"Do I have to lift it too?" mr. Raga is angry.

"Yes, sir. Do not insist mulu, ntar cepet old new taste," murmured me while trying to lift mbak Erna

"What did you say Rachel?"

"I'm just saying, Miss Erna is heavy, sir. For a long time my waist is this gout," I said with great difficulty moving mbak Erna to the sofa.

Most of these sins are Erna. It was so heavy, and I finally managed to get people to sit on the couch.

"Hhh ... edun ah, how heavy?!" I said take a few steps back.

But suddenly.

Klekkk?!!

Sprained leg.

"Aaaaaaaaaawwwhhh?!!" i'm squealing.

"Wouldn't you take it?!" mr. Raga is not auxiliary but rather ngomelin.

"Amsyooonggg, what a shame on me God!" I said in my heart.