The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
He Stole it

Drizzling this afternoon seemed to accompany my beautiful heart. I feel like fate is playing me weak and helpless.

How no? it's my turn to like Liam, uh we can't be together. Lots of obstacles, ranging from different worlds until finally he can return and forget everything. He has absolutely no idea who I am, and let alone the feelings that have been shared with me. The real nge-ghosting is not it?

Until finally I was forced to be a girlfriend pretending to be Mr. Raga, and the feeling was actually present when our lie was suddenly exposed.

Temen himself betrayed and turn anyu new temen and has begun to be comfortable with our circle of friendship, uh he has a secret that makes the head frown.

"Racheeeel! how many times do you want to wipe? dielus mulu his desk?" fatir's voice told me who again sat daydreaming while cleaning the table.

"Why?" Fatir pulled one table and sat down.

"Tumben is quiet?"

"Well, the girls who come here will on average want to wash the eyes of Almeer!"

"Yes too! where are the boys, he does not usually play a sudden holiday like this!" said Fatir who followed the atmosphere outside the window.

"I don't think Fatir knows who Almeer really is" I thought.

"What's the pain, Chel? fortunately there are not many visitors, otherwise we will be overwhelmed!" Fatir looked at me who was also sitting in front of him.

"I don't know, Tir! didn't he tell you?"

"She's just calling if she can't leave" Fatir said.

I looked back at the late afternoon behind the see-through window.

As I said earlier, today there are not many visitors, until finally the hour came home...

"Well, is this Almeer's bike? how is it here," Fatir dyedukan nyari the owner of the motor.

But I'm with the cake up, and the engine's on.

"Who's the bike Almeer you brought?" Fatir pointed at the motor then switched to pointing at me.

"Say don't know, well this bike is the same as you. How the hell are you, Chel?" Fatir said it was not irregular so kedernya.

"Yes this morning it was the same with me, and he kept going...."

"Where?" ask Fatir.

"No idea,"

"How do you not know?" Fatir added puyeng.

"I don't know the truth" I said, a glimpse of Almeer's shadow in my mind.

"Yes! I go first, you be careful, it's malem." said Fatir.

I started splitting the highway, and I happened to pass by at the goat fried rice tent stall that I last ate with Almeer.

"I still owe you a promise, Al.." I said, opening my glass helmet a little. And I passed through it so.

All I know is that Almeer is a nice, gentle man. But why is he hiding his identity. Again the focus is driving, suddenly I have a sound. But now in the middle of testing like this is difficult to lift, which there is a complete gap in rainwater.

"I'll see it until it's empty!" my inner.

The rain is getting worse and longer.

My shoes get wet automatically, even my skin may become wrinkled over time with water.

Almost 11pm, I arrived at the boarding house. I went straight up. I don't think there are any demons, just go straight and go into the room.

Even if I wear a raincoat, my clothes are wet. After I clean up, I want to make some hot tea.

"Forgot, it's short!" I put my heater again.

On an empty stomach, I tried to sleep. But in fact I just want to mengeliyep there is one phone call on my phone that makes me wake up again.

"Where are you?" mr. Raga's voice.

"In kosan,"

"Thank God, I thought you were going." said Mr. Raga.

"Aren't you in the hospital today? did you meet Eyang there?" ask Mr. Raga.

"What the hell don't I know?" said narcissistic.

Nguuuunk!

Not a wasp.

That's the sound of the car, and I'm sure it's Raga's car.

"I'm downstairs!"

"Yes, you know!" my spoken.

I immediately went downstairs, wearing a sweater. No need to wear an umbrella, I just cover so as not to get raining.

Braaak!

I'll get in Raga's car immediately.

"What's wrong?" I looked at Mr. Raga, and I rubbed my head that was hit by raindrops.

"I've got who did it!"

"Tell!" serobot.

"I knew about it first!" I continued, I smiled briefly.

"How can you?" mr. Raga to twist his body a little to squirm me more clearly.

"Can! doesn't Raga Mahendra always know everything?" my words are accompanied by bitter taste.

"Yes, sure! I always knew, but maybe back then, I was-"

"Please!" I'm a nyerobot again.

Mr. Raga laughed, "Hahaha, yes yes yes, this time you are!" behind his laughter I was sure there was something hidden.

Yes, Mr. Raga who is in front of me is not Mr. Raga who comes with all his annoying behavior and strangeness. Tonight he was like everyone else. Even too normal for a Raga Mahendra.

We both move forward. Glass that is increasingly opaque because of the rain.

Her warm hands touched the top of my head, then I turned my head.

"Don't give up!" said it.

"I'm wrong, I'll try to persuade Eyang. I'm sure that Eyang will accept the apology of his granddaughter who he loves very much" said Mr. Raga.

I nodded inwardly, "Don't cry Rachel don't cry!"

I haven't felt rubbed by his head like a gini. A swipe full of warmth.

Mr. Raga pushed my head against his shoulder and occasionally rubbed my arm from the side.

"At first I thought, I offered you the position of assistant and girlfriend pretend to you, just wanted to avoid the question of 'when to marry' besides because I was curious because of the impromptu motorcycle fare that you refused at that time," he said.

I lifted my head and looked towards him.

"And I turned out to be myself who was stuck with all these games. But you calm down, I'll make it clear to us" Raga stared back at me.

"One thing I just found out, it turns out we can't mess with feelings. Because without realizing the feeling that will turn to play us," said Mr. Raga.

I didn't think Mr. Raga would say that. Slowly his hand touched my cheek. He fused his forehead with mine.

"You've made a promise to me, and you can't deny it" Raga said in a heavy voice

I shook my head, "You know, sir. If the path you choose today is not something easy,"

"I can!" answer Mr. Raga.

"You are confident, sir.." I said.

But without warning, he kissed me. I can only be quiet. But after a while, my brain returned to its function.

"He stole it!" my mind, then I push Raga.