The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
The House of Gita

"Yes a canoe!" I deg-degan, diem is a statue.

My eyes were round as I cried with my own ears if anyone walked and his voice drew near.

"Yassalaaaaaammmm, what more trial is this O Allah!"

"Heh, you didn't hear? I said move!" that man standing behind me, duh psyche.

With the weight of my heart, with a face that could not be conditioned before. And stand the figure of Mr. Raga in plain sight. Cool, dashing, fierce and far from the type of guys. Maap-maap aje ye, guys now do not like that. Face can be handsome, the body can be clammy but his mouth likes on the julid crags complete mothers so.

Mr. Raga is still tickling, I'm not ndongak.

"Sorry, my bike broke down. I push first then, sir. Excuse me..." I nodded, and just wanted to push the motor, or my shoulders on the edge of him.

"Wait on! I seem familiar with this bike!" said it.

"My motor-motor market, sir. It's clear you must be familiar, a motorcycle like this would like seliweran on the road.." I ngeles. Though clearly he never ride the motorbike, so it must be familiar.

"The motor is indeed the market, but not with a helmet with a yellow chick sticker..." Mr. Raga hit my helmet with the sticker.

"So, you're an employee at this company?" Mr. Raga entered his two hands in his pants pocket and he leaned his body towards me. I automatically backed off.

"Eeh, yes." I'm nervous, afraid of SP.

"The world is so narrow it turns out, now move your bike because my car wants to pass!" mr. Raga got his body together and went away.

"Hufy!" I can breathe a sigh of relief now.

Tin!

Tin!

Tin!

Mr. Raga lowered the car glass and took out his hand, he flicked as if to signal that I had to quickly step aside because I had stopped walking.

"Oh my goodness, no! even being told to move aside from the motorbike," I painstakingly pushed my motorbike to give access to the luxury car that could pass.

And wuzzzzz!

The black car finally left.

"Bos are not impatient!"

I can finally curse him freely.

Incidentally not far from the company there is a motorcycle workshop. After pushing a fairly pegel motorbike, I put the motorbike in the workshop so that it is in fact and I pesen taxi online to the house mbak Gita.

Before the destination, I asked to stop to buy some snacks for Nayla. I memorized the snacks he liked. After everything can be done, I just continue the journey to the house mbak Gita.

"Thank you, sir!" I'm sodorin money to pay the fare.

"Oh yes, thank you too, Ma'am! checked first, Mbak was afraid there was luggage left behind," said the taxi driver.

"Nothing, sir. Max..."

I got out of the car and walked towards Gita's house.

Yet...

PRANGS!

The sound of a falling plate.

"What do you do in the morning, huh?" bram's voice snapped.

"Yamaaaa!" Nayla called her mother with a sobbing.

"What else is this?" muttered. I left my groceries on the terrace, and went in for nyari know what commotion in the hall of my sister's house.

And yes, what's on the dining table is all scattering on the floor.

"Gita Ma'am?" I want to run but Gita immediately shouted.

"This is another earthquake simulation what is it, Ma'am?" I love Bram's temperament.

"Done up!" tell Bram. He walked out while slamming the door.

Braaaakkk!

"Astagfirlah, kesambet where

is it people?" muttered.

I dyed nyari broom or what is it to mengumpulin nih dishes that have been made to float.

"Chel, stop. Let me do it!" prevent the Gita.

"It's okay. Ma'am calmin Nayla aja first, kasian him.." said I.

Ma'am Gita narik one seat at the dining table and sit while my son.

"Nay was scared" said Nayla.

"Don't be afraid, honey. There's mama here, yes." said Mbak Gita with tears.

"Udah, Deck! later let me just mbak.." said Mbak Gita told me to stop.

"I'm not a lumping horse that twists a shard!"

"Later you get hurt, you'll never take care of it like that!" said mbak Gita.

But I'm not horrified, I take a swish pouch and enter the shard shard into it, "Udah santuy aja! it's over, just a little mop..."

"I rarely spit, Mother. So you have to be lucky today mbak adek hands that are as smooth as the skin of this baby want to nginem at home, Ma'am.." I said his cocky atmosphere while occasionally actually sagging glasses.

"Your glasses are crazy, Dek!" said mbak Gita. She commented on my glasses so she could feel sad again.

"I tried using a soft lens yesterday but it didn't fit, Mom! more comfortable to wear glasses, if tired just put it!"

Manage the clean-up business. I brought some groceries for me to love Mbak Gita.

"Do you even bother?"

"Well, it's not. This will make me beautiful, "I told Nayla.

"We're going to Nayla's room, Chel." said Gita.

The three of us moved into Nayla's room. I squirm that Gita is thinner than ever. Maybe because he was tired of doing his job as a housewife plus her husband modeled like Bram who makes emotions every day. But Gita's man accepts, he doesn't like to argue and doesn't like to volunteer.

"Nayla's sleepy?" ask Gita after closing the door.

Nayla nodded. Mbak Gita who has already memorized that Nay already sleepy stay capital inflatable and whispers of the back is already a magic spell also directly do the habit.

"Yes, it's so easy to lose a child!" muttered.

"Thank God Nay wasn't fussy being a kid, Chel..."

"Aren't you like his father who's a lot of behavior?" I told her husband Mbak Gita.

"Don't do it, Dek! it's like it's Mommy's husband, too,"

"I suspect that this Gita mbak got pelletnya mas Bram. How can someone like that still be bought! with horror, Ma'am! Gita's mother deserves to be happy, entitled to have a husband who loves Mbak Gita.." I said the most understanding snobs about the household.

"Bak is happy..."

"I'm not sure about that" I said.

"Where does a happy household come from if every angry husband likes to slam things and talk rough? that's why I don't want to build a relationship like this, Mommy! afraid of choosing the wrong person!" I said that the emotion of writhing mbak itself was based on her husband.

"Sshhhh, it's not good to say that. You also need a partner, make your mamu nemenin until old age..."

"I choose not from tau-tau pas again apes and dapet model and typya same as mas Bram it.." I said. Ma'am Gita just shook my head with my words that are the most true universal.