The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
The Truth About Liam

Not to talk to Raga. He does not believe that there are beings from other worlds that can disturb us.

"I'm not lying, sir. Here, the proof is that my hair fell out earlier. I yelled, "I pointed my head at Raga.

"Nih, nih, you can see for yourself, my hair is almost bondol. This is also the same old scissor as the devil," I pointed my hair that suddenly cut itself.

"Iishhhhh, yes, do not look for opportunities nguel with me.." Raga pushed my head again nyerudug position.

The boss, by the way, who is looking for an opportunity. I doain he was bullied by the devil also let nyahoo in vain.

"Father must believe. I can't cut my own hair like this, sir." I said.

"Yes, maybe you just keep pounding your own hair. Could be, right? it's enough to talk about it," said Raga, who runs her car, joining other vehicles on the highway.

"Try if I told Liam the same story, he must believe it! and want to help me get out of this prank" I said.

I'm horrified Raga took a breath.

"Stop talking about Liam, Rachel...?!"

"Why is Raga siri so sensi mas eh sir Liam? what is he wrong? he's my assistant too,"

"Liam is my brother. Stop talking about it like he's here" said Mr. Raga coldly.

"I don't know what your purpose is to say Liam's name continues, and what relationship you had with him in the past, but please don't talk about the boy" he continued.

"Wait, wait, sir. You mean Mr, mas Liam is his brother Father? not asiaten Father? how anyway? I'm so confused,"

"I am confused with you!"

"It's not clear to say Mr, I'm calling Liam Aja,"

"Don't joke! do you want to call someone in a coma?" immediately Mr. Raga pulled his car over.

"Where? a coma? who?"

"Liam my brother is in a coma. I don't know where you know and why you've always mentioned Liam's name lately, which is clear the boy has been lying in the hospital for a year" explained Mr. Raga.

"Maybe it's Liam's brother, Mr. Raga, I mean Liam's assistant.."

"Yes, Liam is my brother, he's been my assistant here for a few months, to study this company. Before he got sick and went into a coma,"

Mr. Raga showed a picture of Liam in a room. Many medical devices were attached to it.

"Not believing it yet?" mr. Raga raised his eyebrows.

"Astaghfirullah, then who am I meeting these few days? no, it's impossible." I shook my head.

"Stop said something that doesn't make sense, Rachel! or you should go to a psychiatrist, because it seems like your brain is a little distracted," Mr. Raga tapped my temple with his finger.

"I'm not lying, sir. I met him in the pantry..."

Mr. Raga just shook his head.

It's raining and Mr. Raga is still pulling this car over. While I, remembering the incident a few days ago. When I met Liam's mas in the pantry.

"How many spoons is that coffee?" said mas Liam.

I remember all the meetings I had with him in the mininarket, in the office lobby, even when I was cursing Mr. Raga, and just as I wanted to ask for help just like Liam, he was not there. The last time I saw him was in Raga's apartment. It was an instant he was there and then nothing.

"So, who called me? who's? if so, the real Liam's in the hospital?" I'm in my heart, goosebumps.

No, no, spirits are only for people who have died. While Liam was still alive, he was in the hospital.

"We're leaving now. And remember don't talk about Liam in front of grandma. Because Grandma didn't know that Liam was dying. What grandma knows, Liam is continuing his S3 lecture in Seattle, America." explained Mr. Raga.

"Remember not talking your nonsense in front of my grandmother!" continued Mr. Raga.

And this car is back on the move, through the torrent of rain. Several times someone pulled my hair, as if to take the part that became the crown of a woman. But I'm a cuekin. Bodo very, I only occasionally complain when some strands of my hair managed to be pulled.

My hand opens the phone. There's the last number Liam used for my phone.

I tried calling but only the operator said the number I dialed was wrong.

"Is that what I'm meeting isn't human?" inner wondering.

Raga and I were both silent. Just now I want to put the heart of someone, is what even become like gini.

"Abaaawhhh!" mr. Raga complained.

"Rachel, please don't touch my neck with your long nails!" mr. Raga is a keen man.

"My hand is from here, and where may I dare to hold my neck, Father." I said showing both my hands.

"If not your hand, then whose hand?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Where do I know, sir.." said my old bodo, because I was still shocked by the information about the friendly and kind mas liam.

He's too good to be Raga's sister. His brother is gahar kayak that his sister is so polite and friendly, let alone his smile makes the heart cool. But what with all that kindness, he even got a bad luck. Life is not fair.

Several times Mr. Raga nagged, he said I flicked his ears. Scratch his neck.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Raga. I don't do that. What you're accusing is a day, Paaaak.." I said.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant.

"It's just me and you in this car, Rachel. If it's not you who made me fail to focus on driving, then who are you?"

I just sniffed my shoulders, and when we looked around again, Raga complained again, "Aawwwwh!"

"No, my hand is here." I showed my hand in front of Mr. Raga.

"Or Mr. Raga who made up so that there was a reason for my anger," I recused.

"You're Rachel!" said it.

I accidentally saw a hand coming from behind. The same finger I saw in Tristan's car ac hole the other day.

"Sir, open the door, please." I said half-please to Mr. Raga.

Click!

Mr. Boss opened the lock system of his car.

Lucky before the hand touched Raga, the infuriating boss opened the door and got out of the car and the road to the restaurant.

And I followed in the footsteps of the boss sir, I left the figure of the creature alone.

"Paaak, wait, Paaak!" I half ran after Raga.