The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
The Nongol Finger

"You're sane, aren't you Rachel?"

"Yes, sir! if you are not sane, maybe I can work in the company of Mr," I said.

"If you are sane, it means that maybe you used to watch mostly satanic films, so your brain is not far from mystical things," said Mr. Raga.

"So I was writhing the devil, sir. Noh, in the toilet at the end of this floor hallway. Really, Sir! kewer-kewer! I'm not lying. If I lie I dare to be cursed to be rich 7 derivatives," I mrepet do not give Mr. Raga to mengyela my speech.

"As long as I'm in this company, more precisely on this floor. I've never seen a demon or heard of anyone who said he was squirming. So you do not make it up let alone spread hoax news like that," said Mr. Raga.

"Yes the boss does not believe in being a person" I murmured inwardly.

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If you all think that Mr. Raga will break my leg this kesleo, you are wrong. Because of what, this afternoon he came out and did not go back and forth. While I was alone in Mr. Raga's room was super cold. Where I also ribet the same new hair. Understandably my hair is usually not this long, so not used to it.

But daritadi tuh feel the heart-pull, I'm kinda worry yes. Where I had met a creature in another dimension that for a lifetime I had never met.

In the past, when the camp scouts at High School were said to have a lot of trance and a lot of friends who were seen by Ghoib creatures, I was never bullied or ignored. Anyway my life is so peaceful.

Waiting until the afternoon, Raga was not nongol-nongol as well.

"It's time to get home from work." I looked at my watch.

"What am I going to go home, huh? mr. Raga is not possible to return to the office also in the afternoon like this?" I'm talking to myself.

"Udah ah, just go back.." I entered the phone into the bag.

"Aakkhhh, still sakiit!" I'm street limping.

Open the door and leave the room, there was no Erna on her desk.

"A big chunk of home? you know that I also came home from dong!" I mengedumel while walking to the elevator with feet twitching.

I hope tomorrow I don't get swollen, because of the leg that I forced to make a way.

If visually, I am a cucok meong that is with long wavy hair like gini. But if you are not at home, honestly not at home. You see, I feel like my hair is like a bird's nest. Ngembang.

Again the street limping like gini, uh there's nothing bad.

"Rachel? not home?" it turns out that the rhino cap playboy who said, yes, Tristan the devil.

"Looooooh?" I replied, pake males.

Tristan is trying to match my path, he's on my right.

"You are now his personal assistant, Mr Raga?" ask Tristan.

"Yes, why?"

"It's okay, it's just mastiin.." said Tristan.

"Oh yeah, what's your leg?" he pointed my foot.

I'm the one who's sick, the road is hard so a little nervous with Tristan. He could have just stepped aside and let me go home in peace.

"Your feet why Rachel?"

"Kesleo, sshhh.." I said withstanding the pain.

He really is what he's talking about. Because I've done that. Because I force to make the road tomorrow the feet are already swollen with a purplish red color.

I finally got the playboy's help. Let it be, rather than tomorrow I can not follow the assessment, Mr. Raga is amsyong.

Coincidentally the office was quite quiet, Tristan took me to sit on the sofa in the office lobby.

"Lurusin was your foot, huh?" tristan.

He took off the high heels I was wearing. Tristan sat close to my feet. Then he massaged her for a while, then she pulled it down slowly.

"Aaaawkkh! pain, setaaannn!" I spontaneously shouted. And just as I shouted the devil, uh someone passed by. The girl I met in the toilet. I froze for a moment.

"Sorry. sorry. If not, it will not heal,"

"But it hurts to know!" I want to cry. Between pain and want back because there is already a seliweran daritadi.

"Yes, sorry, Chel! now try to walk. Still sick, isn't it?"

I hesitated to say what Tristan told me, but the sky was getting better and the afternoon was still not good at the office. Thought about doing anything else here plus do not want to also be the material of the moons of creatures waiting for this building.

I tried to stand without shoes first, "Eehh, it doesn't hurt.." I said super emejing because now I can stand better.

"Thank God, if it works." said Tristan.

"Because I let you know, now you have to help me" Tristan said.

"Thank you for being the one, Tan!"

"Not counting, but I also need your help. Fellow office friends can help each other," said Tristan.

"OK, just so weird," I know what Tristan wants. I don't want to owe him either.

"Betewe. You are more beautiful, Chel.." said Tristan praising me.

I was supposed to go back to the boarding house, finally covering a restaurant. He said Tristan he wanted to meet the old man, but ogah so mosquito repellent because the woman who wants to find this brought his wife.

"It's still far away?" I'm restless in the car with Tristan.

"No, wait a little while and nyampe..."

Not used to go home from office keep stopping by gini same guy again. So the heart is not calm so, want to cepet-cepet nyampe place continues to return to boarding. And the plan to his house mbak Gita so completely failed.

"Tan? really long?" I protested because daritadi tuh said it bertampe again, briefly nyampe but the edges are not nyampe-nyampe. And I'm afraid I'll go home later.

"What the hell are you doing, Chel? like a hot worm tau, don't you?"

I still want the face of the woman I saw in the toilet and also in the lobby. I'm like a familiar but who.

"God, he's like the guy I saw in a dream.." My eyes are round. I just wanted to when I was being erep-erep, well the face of the girl was exactly the same that bothered me that night.

Instantly my book got goosebumps

"Ac it's cold?" ask Tristan. I'm shaking.

"My feeling is not good" I said softly. While my eyeballs glanced right and left.

And you know what? I saw a nongol finger in the ac hole that was near the window. Right in front of me.

"Aaaaakkkhhh?!!" I screamed, covering my face with both hands.