The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
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"Rachel, Rachel .. Why are you?" ask Tristan. I feel like this car pulled over.

"Hey, Rachel, Rachel. You why?" Tristan patted my shoulder.

"There's a finger!" I'm pointing forward.

"Who's finger? whereabouts? it means how I don't understand" said Tristan.

"That's a loh, there's a finger in the ac hole!"

"Where? nothing was? The ac hole in the middle?" Tristan is like bald, make the finger I mean.

I opened my hand, "It wasn't there, but it was there." I pointed to the Ac hole in front of me. My body is right, I'm afraid it's a finger out of there and keep pulling me into Tristan's car ac.

Because my body is sliding to the right, I become empet-empetan like humans.

"Nothing, Chel. This is a common ac. If you don't believe me, look at yourself." said Tristan.

Nyadar if I who ganged into the body Tristan, was spontaneous negakin body, and tried to squirm in the direction that I was squirming a finger with nails that are sharp and sharp.

"Nothing is there?" I noticed a hole that could be opened and closed.

"Yes there is nothing. You don't know Chel! people have nothing here either." said Tristan.

"Truly, there was..."

"Maybe you're a laper so it's kind of like gini. Have we continued our journey, right? just a little bit more nyampe really." said Tristan.

I sat down again in the chair and closed the ac hole. I still don't feel good but I don't think Tristan cares about that. Nih playboy cap rhinoceros ngelanjin aja ngejalanin nih car.

Until finally we nyampe in the restaurant that became the agreement of Tristan the same.

I hurried out and forgot that my legs had just healed, "Aakh! shhhh, huuwh..."

"Be careful, you're cured, too." said Tristan.

Tristan put my hand on her arm, she said I was told to hold it in fear of falling.

The pointy portion of this very high heels purchased by Mr. Raga. Make it graceful yes, but also torture the making.

"That's my friend." said Tristan as we went inside and approached a table.

"Hi, Ga! sorry, lama.." said Tristan who nyalamin temennya.

"Know this is my wife, Anggi." said the Tristan minister.

"Hi..." Tristan is just ayapa.

"Is this a girlfriend or a wife?" temen Tristan point to me.

"Office management, Ga. It just so happens that we just go home together," replied Tristan, I'm a very sabodo people want to say what.

"Known, this is my friend Dirga. And this is Rachel..." Trista knows me just as well, I'm just smiling.

We all sit down. And the food began to come. I really do not connect with what they are talking about, how to connect them to discuss automotive. Unless I'm a repair shop boy. I must have connected to what they discussed. Same is the case with his wife Dirga who is also diem-diem bae, anteng.

They can also eat for free, delicious. But I couldn't even think of my only influence, a little worried about me being with Nay. Especially psychological. Not good for children his age, writhing his father furiously, tend to mengamukan.

"Why you?" ask Tristan lirih.

"It's okay..."

After the dinner, Tristan and I went back first. And the food was paid for by Tristan. His person is a very crocodile, but he seems to be loyal and not stingy bin medit. Not like her husband Mbak Gita tuh, the Bram. In amit-amiiit I know a model guy like that.

In the car.

"What are you doing anyway?" ask Tristan.

"This goes straight to your house?" ask Tristan.

"Well, when did you get under the bridge?" I was getting a little sensi. You see, this Tristan loh ngomoooong continues. We are the ones who are tired.

I showed you where my kosan is. The intention is that I want to be escorted to the front of the boarding house. But come to think of it, I'm afraid he plays a lot. What is it that we are yak? Yes, um, ahek!

But my hunch is that Tristan who incidentally does not deket or familiar with me, suddenly he behaves pretentious and pretentious iye, there must be nothing.

Sorry, we become girls must be pinter and be careful ngadepin crocodile model beginian. Thank goodness he was a drug.

"Tan, I need to be with Amel. So anterin me to his house Amel aja yes," I said.

"OK, okay!" said the Tristan.

Good thing my brain is cespleng, directly to the mind of the Amel. It didn't take long, Tristan's car finally arrived at Amel's house.

"Thank you, yes" I said.

"I am grateful, you already want me to meet my friend.." said Tristan dariitadi hapenya mulu. Clang clung clang clung, and it sounded all the way from the restaurant to Amel's house. Maybe his chatter-in he mulu, the types of possessive girls that.

I gave you a faint smile and got out of Tristan's car

After the car left I tried to call Amel.

"Hello? Mel? exit dong! I'm in front of your house!" I said without saying stale on the phone.

And a few minutes later, Amel came out in his shirt.

"Wiiih ma'am Assistant is still doing it at this hour? coming in!" said Amel.

"Come in later! Mel, anterin me to his house mbak Gita, Yuk? I don't feel good knowing daritadi," I told Amel.

"But I'll get the car keys. Go in first, yuk? it's not good to wait outside like this" said Amel.

I went in and sat in the living room, while Amel went into his room. Amel's house was deserted, like there was only Amel as his maid.

Not long, Amel came out with jeans and a black sweater. He gave me one canned coffee drink.

"You are thirsty" said Amel.

"Thanks!"

We both get out of the house. Amel ngunci first door.

"Where are you, Mel?"

"For my sister's house which is number two. His wife was craving, until she went to the hospital. And now again on there jengukin," explained Amel while opening the gate.

As for me whose path is a bit strange, Amel also asked, "Why the feet?"

"Kesleo, man,"

"Ooh, kirain why.." said Amel lightly.

We both went to Gita's house. The time now shows at 9 pm, and it is still natural that I find my own home.

Along the way, I saw that Amel was not so concerned. From him how the results of my hair, satisfied is not the same result. Until he asked what my work is today, anyway this Amel nyerocoos mulu. We are b

not met for two days, not together. But it felt like a long time ago. There was aja who was told by Amel. Including the strange events of today.

"Yes Linda said she found some hair cutouts on your desk first, Chel. Really ngaco, huh? where he said it was fitting he took the hair, suddenly the hair was wet and the smell of rancid.." explained Amel.

"My guy who I'm talking to next to you doesn't get hair or a weird smell!" continued Amel.