The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Invited To Home

"Did you?" said Mr. Raga who pulled me to come with him. This is the first time my hand has been held by a man.

Mr. Raga approached and kissed his grandmother's hand. He also coded me to do the same.

"Sore, Eyang.." said I who greet women whose views are very cool. Different from her grandson.

"Sore?" the woman called Eyang by Mr. Raga raised her eyebrows.

"This is Raga's girlfriend, Eyang.." said Mr. Raga who suddenly embraced me, making me shocked. Will we be married after this? oh no, oh yeah, I'm not ready anyway.

"Daughter?" Eyebrows rising one.

I'm sure that the Eyang has a 7th sense, he has experience in the field of percintrongan, surely he understands that I am the same Raga sir is not really dating.

"Whose name are you?" ask the same me.

"I, Rachel Eyang..."

"okay, Rachel. Greetings.." said Mr. Raga. The boss's hand is still stuck on my shoulder.

"This is my eyes, his name is Eyang Miranti. I usually call it Eyang Anti. Yes, because it is anti-money and anti-loneliness. Because until this age, he still likes to travel abroad. Eyang stayed in the Netherlands, and came here specifically for his grandson's nengokin-"

"The busy work continues!" serobot Eyang Anti's.

"Raga is busy for the betterment of the company, Eyang..."

"Yes, but there's a portion. What percentage of the time to work and what percentage of the time to manage feelings. Life is not just about business and money, Raga.." said Eyang.

"Yes, yes." this time Raga did not want to debate. Tumben is so much for people.

"You wait here, I'm gonna go upstairs for a second, honey?" mr. Raga turned out to be very soft and sweet. Much different when in a fierce office and likes to tell.

And I just smile when Raga walks somewhere.

"Well, why would he walk like that?" They mutter themselves.

While I mending no comment. Pretending not to know. It's weird that I said that Raga Abis had a pinch on her own pants.

Eyang pointed at the sofa, "Come, sit Rachel..."

"So tell me a little bit about yourself." continued Eyang.

"Tell me how this is, O God!" I'm inward.

If Raga is from the stratum horang kayah, blue blood. Lah us? I don't know what blood we are. I still smile stiffly, while waiting for Raga nyamperin again.

Can you say that I'm wrong. Yes, my relationship with Mr. Raga is only limited to deceit.

Because uh because Mr. Raga is not nongol as well, I finally said that I am a personal assistant who is also the girlfriend of a Raga Mahendra. The reason is classic, 'witing tresno jalaran soko kulino'. Meaning what? parking is prohibited here!

Nope, nope. Love exists because it is accustomed to it. Because too often together finally comfortable each other and dating. Yeah, well, look at him, this boss believes.

"Thankfully, Raga finally wants to be in a relationship with women" said Anti.

"I mean, she's braiding not with women but with...?"

"Hahahaha, not Rachel. Eyang means, Eyang is happy that Raga finally wants to make time for love." said Eyang Anti.

"What are you talking about again?" mr. Raga came out with an all-white outfit.

"Raga, you're cornering Eyang! you bad boy!" said Eyang.

"Sorry, Eyang. Oh yes, Raga wants to take Rachel for a walk first, we want dinner outside," said Mr. Raga who sat next to me.

Duh kiye psycene, Son. It smells so good, makes our souls tremble.

"Later to set the time again, Eyang. Now, Raga's the same Rachel wants to go first. Raga pamit.." said Mr. Raga who approached and greeted his grandmother. I did the same thing. Follow the game of Raga.

Mr. Raga his path has begun to improve, maybe he has taken medicine. Gosh, why am I even paying attention to the way the jerky boss walks?

"Lake in!" said Raga who got into the car.

He told me to open the door myself. Yes, who are you, Maemunah? Inget, if you're just a pretend boyfriend, so don't mind Mr. Raga will be gentle and sweet beyond the scenario he set himself.

After I got in, he just hit the gas. I don't want to be taken anywhere. Until about 15 minutes later Mr. Raga pulled over on the side of the road.

"Rachel, you're down here, right? you can take a taxi. I have important business," said Mr. Raga accompanied by a 'click' sound, he unlocked the car door.

"here?" I look outside.

"Yes, lots of taxis are passing by!" said Mr. Raga.

"Hurry down, what are you waiting for?" continued Mr. Raga.

I took off my seat belt and got out of the boss's fancy car.

And as fast as the car's lightning goes, I can only run away. Boro-boro dinner is romantic, we even get down on the road even though we already want adzan maghrib do not know?

Some say it is not good if maghrib is outside, I finally entered into a minimarket.

"You go to the kayaking house, a glass of water doesn't come out" I muttered as I picked out a cold drink.

I cut back on fizzy drinks, so I'll take some cold mineral water. Count savings on dates that are not really tuwir-tuwir very.

Because I also started the lager, I bought the noodles that I brewed there. Finished paying, I went out and ate at a table that happened to be empty.

Again waiting for my noodles mateng in the cup, I think the same about Gita. His decision to keep together with Bram mas which makes me not to think. If he wants to separate, I will also not stay silent to squirm my own brother in distress even though yes my life now is also not abundant money. But at least we can share and help each other.

"Meet us again!" said a man.

"Mas Liam?" i cringe.

"Why can I meet you here?" my many.

"I'm thirsty to buy a drink, uh meet you!" said mas Liam.

"If I'm thirsty, I have two." I said, pointing at two small bottles of mineral water.

"OK, thank you." he said.

"Mie kamubkayaknya already deadeng tuh.." said mas Liam.

"Eh yes, um .. I'm not nawarin yes, Mas. You see, there's only one." said I who already.

"It's fine, Rachel. Eat it.." - Liam laughed a little.

"Oh yeah, how are you in this area?" ask Liam.

"Get out of the boss' house!"

"Sir Raga? you're here with Raga?" mas Liam dyed.

"Yes, originally! yeah, before I'm told to get off in the middle of the road!" my answer.

"That's patient. Mr. Raga is that..."

"I'm not sure I'll be at home working with him, Mas.." I said as I stirred the noodles ready to eat.