The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Whose Hair is Digubting?

Once more sleepy, the Amel is tugging at my hair.

"Meeeeel, don't give it up! I just took a bite!

"Don't pull my hair, you know what!" I'm so sprained.

But my talk did not work. The Amel even more like lice in my hair.

"Who else did you do? I'm not your boss, please. Don't toy my hair.." I tried to pull over the hand that was again tracing the skin of my head.

The czech!

The czech!

I think there was a sound of hair being cut.

"Ameeeeelll, what are you doing? you cut my hair?!!" my voice went up an octave.

I'm literate dong, I'm hard-earned to connect hair and bergejabanan neck pegel also because sitting for hours in the salon, want to play dibondolin with Amel. This is the Amel likes strange behavior.

When I opened my eyes, I heard a noise in the bathroom like someone else taking a shower. There was no one beside me empty. In fact I heard the voice of the Amel again singing tuh 'No comment it's suffering loe, stupid do not want to know.' he sang dangdut song that is again viral.

"Well, who's better than a scissor toy?" I tried to get up, save myself from my hair at the tripe was up.

And when I woke up and looked back, there was no one at all. There were only scissors and my hair was cut a little. I took the rest of the hair on the bed and I put it on the dresser.

I gedor-gedor the bathroom door.

"Meell, Ameeel. You're in dalem?" terrify, panic.

"Yeah, kenaaapaa? take another shower!" Amel nyautin did not lose the date.

"Mel, dooong's spout!!!" I just keep gedorin.

Finally, Amel opened the door with a slit face. She took a shower.

"Oh my goodness, Chel. You're like a debt collector, don't you?!"

I didn't answer Amel's words, I went in and took a shower. Besides not wanting to disturb the nosy creatures, I am also afraid of being late again. Money from the boss sir I have already given all Gita, so my financial situation is bankrupt. I can't lose my job as an aspri.

Out of the bathroom, I saw Amel just open the door from the outside with a work suit.

"What a shower?" Amel nautin.

"Ntar is late, Mel. Yesterday I was sprayed because the datengnya first Mr. Raga," said me who was neat with a skirt suit and blazer choice boss sir.

"Ck ck ck, that skirt is less short, neng!" Amel nyindir's.

"Yes, Mel. I want to cut it again, too" I said.

"Dasarr lah alan!" Amel gelling head.

"You know I don't think it's me. The clothes that made the boss. He said my taste was ugly, so he's all this who's willing to pay at once.." I dandan thin-thin.

While Amel make eyebrows aja lamaaa very, measured right and left for precision.

"Mel, do the makeup in the office anyway? if I think I can get sprayed again I will!"

"Whose hair?" Amel showed me the hair on the table.

"Oh, that's my hair!"

"Why was it cut?"

There's no way I'm saying that I've been through some kind of out-of-the-box incident these few days. Amel will not want to stay here again if I know my kosan kulai haunted, like the face of the boss.

I asked Amel to make a splinter drive his car.

"Mel, speeding on a little napa?"

"Is there some crazy thing about Rachel? again jammed gini told speeding, want nyetorin life early in the morning you?" Amel ngedumel's.

"Now, my eyebrows have not been spread out in a row of masiiih aja told spit-cepet!" continued Amel.

Nyampe in the office, I deliberately still wear flops, high heels deliberately I'm in the middle. Let what? let me run to the 20th floor. Amel, I lived just now. Sempet nagged him, but calm down Amel mah his people baek. He can not be angry for a long time, even though an hour and a half he will ngomeeeel aja. But that's over, run the business.

Several times I saw the watch on my right hand, hoping I wasn't late today. Like a person who was writhing in the elevator, but sabodo is very important my goal to the 20th floor can be achieved without obstacles.

The elevator doors opened, on several floors. I was alone in this iron box.

It is cold, but usually not this cold.

Suddenly neat.

Sreeet.

Someone scratched my head. Well, there I was not good in terms of thoughts or feelings. But I'm on it, trying to always think positively, if the one who touches my hair is the wind from the Ac howl. Okay, don't find out anymore.

As soon as the door opened, I headed straight for Mr. Raga's room.

And...

Chequek!

Tadaaa

Mr. Raga is not here yet.

"Alhamdulillaaaaaahhh.." My breath was relieved.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

This time Raga came in.

"I'm not late, am I?" i grin.

Mr. Raga did not realize yes or no he even saw me from the bottom to the top, "You're flooded?" mr. Raga with a shady tone.

"Flooding?"

"Sshhh, come to the office with flip-flops and shoes cupped, exactly the victim was flooded with refugees!" said Mr. Raga pedes.

"Tidy up your appearance, and make me coffee do not use milk but use creamer 1 teaspoon!" said Mr. Raga who is on his way to his throne.

While my brain is lemod, again fretting "So he said what?" my inner.

"Wait what else, Racheeeeell?" said Mr. Raga gemes.

"Eh, what did you do, sir? coffee huh?"

"Just do it now!"

"I-iyaa, sir!" I put my high heels on and head out to the pantry.