The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Not Mr. Raga's hand

"Yes, I'm a curcol.." I said before sipping my hot noodles.

Mas Liam smiled, he pushed a little sitting before finally one sentence slid from his mouth, "What makes you not feel at home? isn't that personal assistant's salary very tempting?" ask Liam.

"I don't really see any money, Mas. Yes, I like money, besides who does not like the same money, right? just the attitude of Mr. Raga as good as this eel that makes me a bit uncomfortable yes," I said.

"There is no other word than 'disabarin ajah', yes the average boss who is like his behavior. Maybe at first you are still shocked, but later you are also used to the attitude of Mr. Raga," said mas Liam.

Cake dapet our spiritual flush yes. It was relaxing, so it struck me in my heart.

"Emang anyway, I was paid a lot for this job," I said while squirming into Liam's mas.

"Eh, sorry I played calling him mas mas aja," I continued.

"It doesn't matter, unless you call me 'Mbak', it's a problem!" said mas Liam.

We both laughed, "Ups, kebablasan," I said, keeping my mouth shut with my hands.

And accidentally my eyes caught a little weirdness, some of which came in and out of this mininarket, I noticed always looking at my desk while shaking my head. Could it be his neck again on kesleo or maybe they have never squirm beautiful girl sitting same handsome guy what is it?

"What's wrong?" ask Liam

"I don't know about ngeliatin,"

"I'm beautiful kebangeten times huh? that's why on that call?" my continue.

Mas liam nodded, "It could be,"

"Oh yeah, it's almost 7 p.m. I'll go home first, okay? afraid of death," I said.

"Want me to take you?"

I shook my head, "No, no. I can take a taxi, anyway,"

I drank a sip, then got up from my chair.

"Well, be careful." - Liam waved his hand.

I replied by bowing my head in thought before I got into the taxi.

"What kind of overload work? he's getting kind of like that, he should have gone to the doctor" I muttered in the taxi.

No wonder, I am a personal assistant who just sits and cheers on the boss if you want to make coffee just tired. Moreover, Liam mas that must mobat-mabit ngurusin work, do not be kayang how tired.

Almost 8 pm I was in kosan, can be traffic jams. But very quiet tumben kosan, usually at this hour the girls have been on huddle.

I went up to the second floor, at a glance I squirmed to the towering rambutan tree.

"It is fruitful" I said.

If the tree bears fruit, the owner of the cost of making nyomot nih rambutan, with the condition of climbing itself.

Lah rather than climbing, on the sengget from the second floor can also be. Uuh usually our weekend at a gathering to take each ration. Those who are not present will not be part, we are the people in nggragas all, especially those that smell free. We must be langsuung sikaaaaat!

Well, if it's normal afternoon trees, but if the mallem really feel uncomfortable squirming in that direction. I hurried to the room.

Just opened the room door, there was a call to the phone that was given by the boss.

"Hello?"

"Where are you Rachel?" ask the boss.

"I?"

"Yes you!" mr. ngegas boss.

"I just arrived at the boarding house, didn't you say I was cheered home by a taxi?"

"I want to watch, no temen! you spit here, I share the location!?

The call was cut off by Mr. Raga.

"Geez, Paaaaak! Bapak...?!"

"Now also nyampe, told to go again? there is no big boss!" my continue.

I went into the room, finally changed clothes. I don't feel comfortable all day wearing office clothes. My hair just stained, now I take a bag and pesen car for nyamperin boss aing.

"Awasss only if you've sampled there continue I was told back again!" I was clucking in the car.

At this hour I'm still on the road, what time do you want to watch? Do not understand the same behavior of immortals.

"Thank you, Sir. This is the cost," said nyodorin some cash on the driver.

"Thank you, Neng!" said it.

I went into a movie theater, while frowning like a Raga like a bego.

"Where the hell is that?" my eyes are still blissful.

Not so malem, but the cinema is quiet. Because what a work day.

"Come, in! soon the film starts," said Mr. Raga who was still nongol and the road was just in front of me.

"He has a science of kanuragan what the hell? play nongol and just ngagetin!" I grumble in my heart.

The cinema room is closed. Moon Maap, no one is watching but us.

"Sir? I guess we got the theater wrong?"

"Don't protest too much, just sit wherever you like! Don't say much because I just want to be cemented" said Mr. Raga.

A few hours ago we were dropped off on the road, suddenly asked to be stopped. I don't know the same people.

It is not possible that we also sit far away, in this big building that watches only two. The movie begins, but no other visitors are watching.

"Huuufhhh, edun ac really cold! I don't know if we are nervous!" I put my hands in front of my chest.

Mr. Raga open his suit. Weeh weeh week, he wants to do tuh open open all suits.

"wear! I don't want to watch if beside me there are people who grit their teeth!" pam Raga threw his suit to cover my face.

"O Allah sing patient Racheeel, the boss of the bulls again crumpled!" I said in my heart trying to understand what he was doing.

But at a glance on the screen I saw a male figure.

"Mas Liam? was he told by the boss to come here too?" I murmured in my heart.

And a few moments later the figure of Liam mas like a way out. While I'm still stuck inside with Mr. Raga watching the bledar-bledoran daritadi movie. We are girls, we know action movies. There are drowsy eyes that want to rem.

But just also mengeliyep bentar, suddenly someone scratched my head.

Sreet.

Sreet.

"Deuh Mr. Raga, instead of his romantic-romantic agreement in front of his grandmother. This is how my hair fits together again. Maybe she's starting to have a crush?" I said in my heart.

And I opened my eyes, and looked at Mr. Raga.

"Loh, his hand." I said to see Mr. Raga folding his hand in front of his chest.

"What?" ask Raga judes.

"It's okay, Paaak..."

I was silent when I was still clearly fuming the hand was still rubbing my head. While I know that it's not the hand of a Raga Mahendra