The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Leave Everything

I didn't care about my return this time.I thought I'd give papa a surprise.

My train arrived at the destination station, at 2 am. Make it directly to the house quite vulnerable, afraid to be a victim of robbery or mugging. So, I choose to stay on the platform until morning. Yes, faithful to my two super big suitcases, I swerved myself to ward off the skin-piercing cold.

Fortunately in the crete room I was able to sleep, even if I woke up again tears came out without kulo nuwun alias excuse me.

Mr. Raga is obviously a rich man, we are not a class. Yes yes, his school is different, his old age. We are still beautiful ntar she was wrinkled, but not necessarily if a lot of money can be overhauled including the firmness and suppleness of the facial skin. How was the shampoo there?

Yes let the heart not languish and nelangsaaa mulu bring it. Especially if you want to meet your parents, you can not bring problems from outside. Must be cheerful whatever the atmosphere.

And do not stop thinking again the atmosphere of raging merana kayak gini kok ya tetep adaaa aja aja ghoib creature that is the same eye. There is a female figure sitting on a train car that has not been used.

There is a train outside the track, well this woman is sitting with her legs hanging. Sometimes he gerakin his legs, kayak again play alone.

He may be upset to lament his past life, but sabodo is the one. I also have a lot of thoughts, we are quite within safe limits. Don't bother each other.

After the sun began to reveal itself, I walked out of the platform area.

I messed up the car in one of the ijo apps, which I took me home.

Along the way I tried to entertain myself with the nostalgia of the school age. Moreover, I just passed my High School first.

No doubt, before 7 am I am sitting on the porch. A place I really miss.

"Thank you, Paak...!" I said to the taxi driver. After dropping off two of my suitcases.

"Sorry this is the cost," said I who gave some money.

And after the car got away, I just got inside.

But just wanted to nget, I saw the door was not locked. I want to give a surprise to my mom.

I'm still with a sneak, scooped suitcase with as slow as possible.

"We can't keep hiding from Racheeel, Mas!" say mama.

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

"What is mom talking about? what's he hiding?" my inner.

"So soon she should know, Mom. Especially when she gets married" said the mother from the dining room.

"That's not necessary, because up to any time Rachel can only know that I'm her papa,"

"Why? because you can't love him like your own son, Aryani? he hasn't even taken you all this time! then if he knows what you want? hem?" my papa raised his speech intonation.

"It's not like that, Mom! but, I'm sure that Ayudia also wants her son to recognize her as his mother, too" said Mama.

"If Rachel gets married, you can't be her guardian!" continue mama.

"Who's Ayudia? who's? why can't you be my guardian?" I appeared suddenly.

"Rachel?" mama's words seemed choked. Mom and Dad looked at me with their sorry faces.

"Is that why I and Gita are like two different people? even though we still have a kinship? yes, Auntie?" I asked the man I've been calling my mom.

"25 years you've been hiding all this" I said bitterly.

"Now where's my dad, Om?" my spoken. And I'm sure my words hurt my om who's been pretending to be my papa, but who's hurt more here? I'm.

Yeah, it turns out pretending it's time. Everything that is hidden at any time can be revealed. Is this what the real world calls deception?

Now I'm here, in front of a mound of dirt. Mounds of land that I often visit with papa. He just said it's his sister's grave, without me knowing that the tomb I've been sowing flowers all these years is eating my own mother. Ayudia Faradilla's.

"Sorry, Rachel.." said papa, he hugged me tightly. I could only cry so much.

"Where's my dad?" ask me papa.

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It was like flying with birds. No, even I fly beyond the bird itself. Yeah, I'm heading for a country on the European mainland, which takes a dozen hours to get there.

It's hard to accept, but that's what happened. In fact, I am not the son of Danu Lawana and Aryani Permata, and why I just ngeh if my name and Mbak Gita is different. Ma'am Gita bears papa's last name, Sagita Lawana while I'm Rachel Faradilla. Like my mother's name.

And now I'm going to find a man who hasn't been able to heal his wounds, because the beloved has left him.

I saw a picture that read Ivan Nawfal and Ayudia Faradilla.

A picture of my real father and mother.

Armed with an address from papa Danu, I flew to Germany. He said Ivan's father was there. At first he would take me with him, but papa Danu forbade, because I was a baby. I need people who take good care of me, so I'm left here with people I consider my parents.

As soon as the plane landed I headed for the city of Hamburg, Germany.

I came to a house that was not too big, but seemed quite warm.

I took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Ja, eine minute! (Yes, one minute!)" the voice of a man.

And when the door opens.

"Rachel?" he screamed my name.

"Yeah?" I said with my eyes glazed.

"I must be dreaming!" the man in my head rubbed his eyes. Then see me again.

"I'm not dreaming, is this you Rachel?"

I nodded!

Dad held his chest, he cried. Then just hug me.

"I'm sorry Dad, Racheeel." she said with a so heartbreaking cry.

And here I am, with my father who has been missing from my life. Dad took me in, diving into the life he's been living all along. Lots of photos of my mother.

I don't want to ask a lot, why is this why. What is clear is that I just want to live each day well, making up for all the moments that have passed by my father.

"Rest me, I'll make you tea?" my father said, leaving me alone in the room.

"There are a lot of surprises that are happening in the near future, I hope you can also pick up your own happiness." I said while looking at a picture of me with Mr. Raga who account to be grounded on my screen.