The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Come with Me

I brought two cups into Mr. Raga's room.

"Spirit!" said Mas Liam, he helped open the door.

"Excite" said letoy.

And again I had to face the righteous king.

"The coffee, sir.." I said powerless. I put coffee on the king's table. Then turned around intending to head to my own desk.

"The more you're doing, Rachel? when to make coffee, do you need more than 10 minutes?"

"Ngantri, sir.." I replied modestly.

But then Raga called out, "Racheeel...?"

"Njiiihh, Bapakeee.." I said.

"No, that's. Back to your place!" he's hand-drawn.

"Yes, sir.." With a somersault I headed to my desk and sat there.

"O Allah, O Allah, O Allah!" I said in my heart. Several times I tried to make a splash, but I couldn't.

"Hoaaammph, sshh, don't sleep wooy, Rachel!" I'm tepokin face myself.

I sniffed coffee, but it did not help so that my eyes were still literate.

"Racheeeell...!" mr. Raga called.

"Daleeeem, Bapakeee.." I replied.

No, no more talk. Udah, he just manghil like that, it is not clear this one boss. There is no important schedule today. I think the boss of Daritadi also did not say anything. My eyes are getting heavier.

"Raaacheeeell!" someone called again, but this time the voice was very close and the voice was a female voice. The sleepy me finally opened my eyes wide. I wiggled once there was a figure that appeared in this room.

"Huh, Rachel why are you?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Ehm, there's nothing, sir.." I rubbed my neck that felt heavy.

"I think I'm wrong, there is no way the demon is nongol here, with the voice of Mr. Raga, it must have been jiper first him. No, there's no way the demon's chasing her up here," I convinced myself, trying to be literate. Live literate!

"Heh, if you're not well why did you come into the office?" said Mr. Raga.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"If it hurts, don't go to the office! you will be snoring to me later. You know I'm an important asset to this company-"

"Yes already then, I say goodbye to go home, sir.." said I who got up and want to fill the bag.

Honestly, my body is not because of it. Maybe it's because I'm sleep deprived and plus I'm eating noodles from yesterday, so I catch a cold like gini.

"Heh, heh, where are you going?" ask Mr. Raga, a bit high voice.

"home. You're afraid of my fear,"

"wait. Let me tell people to get you,"

"No need, sir. I can take a taxi, excuse me..."

I just came out of Raga's room. Let Mr. Raga take care of himself today, is he already this big. There was also Erna in the office, and she would have many assistants who could fulfill all the commands that were as good as that.

From a distance I heard Liam's voice, but I saw nothing. Because I felt more embarrassed, I decided to take a piece of the elevator and go home to take a taxi.

I want to meet Amel, I want to tell a story. But Amel is working again.

Waiting again in front of the lobby, I just wanted to go to the workshop. Take the motor.

"Why do you get sick at the wrong time?! huuuf,"

"Mr? Is her mom sick again?" ask the taxi driver.

"No, Sir! I'm not sick" I lied.

I am sick, Ma'am. You see the face of Mbak shoots really!" said the driver.

It does not take long anyway to nyampe in the workshop, yes about 5 minutes. That's why the driver was confused, really decked out but even took a taxi.

"Thank you, sir.." I said, giving you the fare.

"Thank you too, Ma'am!" sahut the driver.

I got down and walked into the workshop.

"I want to take the bike, it's finished yet?" I said to one of the mechanics.

"Oh, yeah. Momentary Ma'am." he said.

After taking care of all the payments, I also brought home a motorcycle that has been historic for my life, especially in terms of scavenging sustenance.

"It was 10 o'clock, yes, it should have been a bit hot. But how do I feel cold continues from here." murmured me while wearing a helmet and climbed on the bike.

"Gosong-boss dah ah, I should have brought trousers or at least leggings. Ck ck ck, Rachel Racheeel.." I saw right now my legs were plastered for real.

No, there is no time to complain. The important thing is now to gas the kosan.

"Almost the pharmacy first, buy some headache medicine," I turned on the motor and started splitting the highway.

Just walk a few meters, I diklaksonin keep the same car. This feeling yes I have covered the road is like a snail, but the car nglaksonin mulu daritadi. Until finally he has a really big panjaaaaang horn, make our heart feel pause jedug pauseg jedug not because of his shock.

I finally stopped and looked at who the annoying person who made the same thing I did.

The car is approaching.

"Down, and go inside!" tell Mr. Raga.

"Sir Raga? why did you come here?" i dyed.

"Don't ask too many questions. Get into the '" said the fierce boss.

"Thank you, but I got on the bike" I clenched my hands together, refusing the boss's invitation.

He thinks the bike eikeh junk, which nisa play live-stay aja. Gini-gini also can still be made and quite a price if sold.

Mr. Raga opened the car door, he walked towards me.

"Eh, uh, what do you want Napak to do?" I tried to get rid of it when Mr. Raga wanted to remove the Shelm that was in my head.

"Follow me. The one who's gonna take care of your butut's bike!"

"Sorry, Sir. Knee-knee also this motorbike once nolongin Father when the car you broke down!" my words do not accept.

"Not much talk!" said Mr. Raga who told me to get off and he turned off the engine.

"Glen, take care of this bike!" mr. Raga threw the key at someone behind me who didn't know when to show up.

"Ready, Master!" saidpeople.

"Now you go inside!" mr. Raga opened the car door and I made him sit inside.

"But, sir.." I tried to resist. But vain. The boss had already found the door of his car.

The boss drives his car every once in a while he looks at me.

"Well, is he looking around?" I murmured in my heart. Sabodo is very good, I am very new. Even now my eyes are so sleepy.

"What about coffee, huh? so my body isn't because I think it's gini?" I said in my heart. I closed my eyes, as I felt the cold run through my body.