The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Mound

"I mean used to?" I asked Tristan who's eating his cocktail.

"I mean yes, if you go the same way again you have to get used to being ignored and talked about. Understandably I have a lot of fans here," said Tristan pede.

Yes know handsome but do not need to be so smart as a person. Since soto already in front of my eyes I eat first, yes enough to make ngeganjel nih eyes, let not sleepy. It's quite fruiting and painful.

Just ate some bribes, and mengeruputin iced orange that seger really taste, I squirm mas Liam way out of the canteen. I guess I didn't see him here.

"Mas Liam?" gumamku.

"Why, Chel? what are you talking about?" Tristan.

"Eh, no, no, Tan!" i'm ngeles.

"I'm first, Tan? I'm going to the toilet, betewe thanks for the breakfast!" I ngibrit aja ninggalin Tristan.

"Cheeel, Racheeeeeel," I cried out to Tristan, but the sabodo was very. I'm pulling Liam's mas.

Uh, uh, how am I chasing?

Suddenly my feet are broken.

"Yes yeah? why would I chase him?" I'm a noyor head myself.

I don't want to be in a romantic relationship, when I know-tau chasing a guy like a pans credit.

I finally took the elevator to go up to Mr. Raga's room, just fine let not his running mulu. Tired of our lives yak chased so.

The door closed, but one hand prevented it.

"Sorry," he said. I am not worried about the owner of the voice.

"Mas Liam? Didn't she go upstairs?" I said in my heart.

The elevator closes, and then I'm the one.

"Didn't Liam go upstairs?"

"I? Oh, ja. At first I wanted to go up, but I met someone, ngibrol bertar so now I just went up to the top." said mas Liam.

"Mas Liam is sick again? how big is it?"

"Then anyway? maybe I'm just a soy sauce, a lot of work so often overtime," he explained.

I'm a beard, "Well, let alone nagdepin boss kayak Raga, right?" my spoken.

Mas Liam just laughed a little and put his index finger in front of his lips, "Sshh, there will be something horrified, even though everything that comes out of your mouth is true," he said ended with a crisp laugh.

Besides Amel, this Mas Liam is one of the fun guys. Rarely there is a model assistant kayak gini, usually the pretentious or if the beauty pretentious girl is so. The average I know from all his personal assistants, Mr. Raga, if the girl is that, pretentious, coquettish, even though the body is the same appearance I admit attractive. But it's different with me. I don't need to be pretentious, because I'm beautiful from the orok. Beautiful born inner, ceunah.

"You too are like shoots" said mad Liam

The door opens and we're both out.

"What a look, yeah?" I looked at Liam, on the way.

"Yes, that's fine..."

"I, I lack rest, so my face becomes lethargic helpless,"

"aoh yeah, last night at the cinema, I was looking for nothing, did Liam come home first?"

"Hu'um," liam nodded.

"I'm going to the meeting room for a second, come in. If Mr. Raga comes first, you have to be angry!" continued.

"Ck, he's always getting angry! my ears are immune! dibarahiiin mulu, wrong dikit spray, wrong dikit spray," I nyerocos.

Liam just smiled, not chimed in. He just moved his chin.

"Why?" alisku.

"Rear," lirih mas Liam.

"Rear?" my eyeballs moved right to left trying to guess who was behind me.

I twisted my body and squirm whoaaaa?

"So who likes to be angry?" mr. Raga's gaze looked down, the look in his eyes like it was directly aimed at my eyes.

"Hem, that, sir..."

"That's what?! hem?" mr. Raga went forward, I automatically retreated.

"Mas, Liam?" I turned around trying to get help from Liam, his assistant, Mr. Raga, too.

But, tadaaaaa....!

Mas Liamnya gone, viewersaaahhh. I don't know, there's no one.

Mr. Raga held my crown, "Don't do a lot of prattle, now go in, put your bag and go to the pantry, make me coffee!"

Mr. Raga is now pushing my shoulder, and telling me to come in.

Braak!

Raga covered up his legs. Wohooo, very polite huh.

Mr. Raga let go of his hand and he gallantly moved to his throne. If viewed from the way of the road anyway, it looks like the assets are safe yes.

Estegeeeh, why do I want to take care of that asset to be safe or threatened. It's none of your business, Rachel.

I put my bag on the table.

"Rachel, come...!" mr. Raga moved his four fingers, telling me to come closer.

"Yes, what's wrong, Mr Ragaaaa?" I tried as decently as possible.

"Hey, why are you putting on such a sad face? didn't I give you some money? but your face is like a rasp!" mr. Raga squealed all the way to the bones.

"My face is indeed deflated, sir! very, very, very bad," I said.

"Are you mad I told you it's badass?"

"No, Sir. Oh yes, he said you want to make coffee, then I go to the pantry first," said I, who resigned and came out of the ruabgan pak Raga. I held back with all my might, not anger, but sleepiness.

I'm really bodo time, to say kek kebel, beggar cake, bum cake, which is important now I just want to sleep. My eyes are already flickering like lights that are again short.

"Udah, whoever you are. Please, do not disturb early in the morning, my body is lack of sleep, nih.." I said in my heart.

I made two cups of coffee, one for the emotional Raga sir, the other for the miserable me.

"Who are you two for?" a male voice, yes, Liam's.

But I'm damned, I'm a hump. I play budek already, stirring coffee full of passion.

"Make me one, shall you?" ask Liam, but I'm still cuekin.

Yes yes, he could have gone while I almost got sprayed early in the morning.

Mas Liam wanted to take one cup, but soon my hand was trembling, "Awwkh!" he complained.

"Eh, sorry! pain, huh?" my words that may be tight with his hands mash Liam.

"No, it's okay!" saith.

I tried to grab Liam's hand, yes just hit the cup with hot water. But right I saw his palm really shoots.

"Thank God, no hot water!" I said the one who let go of Liam's hand.

"And I said it's okay. Sorry, I had a phone call so I just played. How was? scolded again?" he's nanya.

I shook my head, "Not wrong!"

He laughed, but a second later he stopped his laughter, "Sorry, sorry. Yes, yes, sabarin. Although his words are bad, but actually he is good, really." said mas Liam.

"Oh yeah, you make coffee for Raga sir?" he continued nanya.

"Yes..."

"Lighting you make again, because if you nyodorin coffee less hot, you will be told to come back again to make him a new coffee," said mas Liam.