The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
The Bodong Satan Syndicate

Maybe because of the cold situation tonight plus my body that is tired and lackluster, so it is very easy to sleep.

Sreeet...!

Sreeet...!

Now, I feel that there are hands that caress dear, make it comfortable and sleepy again. Beuuh, very good at elus kayak gini.

But the caress, which was initially very soft and attentive, was getting rougher and there were even fingernail tips that pierced my scalp.

"Aaaawkjh...?! pain tau..?!" I rubbed my hair which made my hand come into contact with the other hand.

The originally smooth but slightly painful caress turned into a snout and a prick in the brim of my head that was bunder kluwer like a coconut shell.

"Awwkkhh!" I screamed for the second time.

The feeling is not good. But hey, is something I thought was coming here? A place that Mas Liam said was safe.

Not long after that, someone else snorted at me. Now the turns in the eel are not in the hair. Not soft but not quite painful, and connected with the voice of a man who called my name many times.

"Bronghom ... Rachel...!" the voice called out in a tone far from the meek word let alone attention.

Now my cheek is being teased while continuing to call my name again, "Rachel ... Racheels. Wake up Racheeeel, banguun...?!" said it.

"Geez, it's been a long time for this guy to wake up!" the voice of the person was astonished again, this time there was a sensation of exhaustion.

Still sleepy, but I'm trying to open my eyes. And the figure of gahar bin fierce nongol so in front of my face. My eyes and his eyes meet in a straight line, try to take a bow, uh ruler.

So straight and nearby felt there was his accompaniment song 'the most eye

fierce, just your eyes ... uwuwuw' yes guess like it sounds with a special crisp sound like clamp the door.

"Aware yet? are you satisfied to see the perfect sculpture of God? hem?" mr. Raga praised himself.

I can only nod, "Eh, no!" I spontaneously shook my head.

"You mean, my face isn't perfect?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Yes, uh ... isn't it?! very perfect, my lord," I said half blank.

"I guessed it! because you already realize we're leaving this place!" mr. Raga's orders.

I tried to get up, but I felt lemes. I who again with all my soul and determination to wake up from the position of lying down, pushed jidatnya use index Raga sir.

"But wait." he said.

"Why are you in this house? how come? is that close to Liam? hem?" cecar sir Raga.

"Hem, can, sir..."

"Yes, why can? were you guys very close? until the password of this house you can know?!" mr. Raga is again.

Duh kiye Gusti psycen, kudu kumaha tea urang clearlykeun if the tea urang can see Liam in real?

"So it's morning or night, sir?" i'm rattled.

"It's midnight, and you've been sleeping all day!" mr. Raga jutek.

"If you feel better, we leave here" said Mr. Raga.

"Sir, briefly. Um, wait a minute." I'm holding an arm. His eagle eyes looked towards my hands.

"Ehm, I'm sorry, intentionally." I said, letting go of her hand.

"That means it's actually Liam's house?"

"Yes. And you play gawking in and make a regular waiter stir come here. Said there was an intruder coming into Liam's room. It sucks after being checked, it turns out that the person was found in a fainting state!" obviously mr. Raga.

"I mean the one who fainted, sir?"

"Aren't intruders in this house any more than you?" mr. Raga ketus.

"Yes my can't be scolded, sir. I just realized, you know.." I lemes while holding the head.

Pak Raga's car did not know where to go, which obviously my mind was controlling.

"Sir Raga" I looked at the boss.

"Hmmm..."

"Night I met the same---" and cas cis cus I explained if I met the owner of the hair that was connected to me.

I can guess yes, Mr. Raga who believes the same thing I used to say ngawur and digelantur.

"Again, why do you have a hairline with a dead man? do you want to do a prank or what?" mr. Raga's response.

"I know this is the hair of a man who has metong, sir. My father asked me to have his hair stripped. All this is wrong, Mr. Raga, if you do not tell me to change the appearance of the hair, surely I will not be disturbed by delicate creatures, sir. Anyway I want this haircut, I want to go back to the ones that have.." I repeat.

Mr. Raga did not reveal.

"Sir, I want to turn this hair over...?!" I'm kind of stubborn.

"Yes already, balikin ya stay back?!! Why should I bother?!" sahut mr. Raga.

Deeuh, I really want to rub his hair Raga sir. Very nice nih person one. None of this would have happened if he hadn't asked for anything weird, there was all the hair on the long side in such a short time, did you think we could have a magic adakadabra?

"Don't take cover for the reason that your hair has a dead person, if you want to cut it and return to the initial appearance" said Mr. Raga.

"Oh my goodness, sir...?! Try me Father terrorized the devil continuously, must also be sprained for a long time,"

Mr. Raga pulled his car over in a dark and quiet place.

"Listen yes, Rachel. People who have died are in the grave, they do not see what you say! So stop saying that you met Liam, and---"

"And that there's a demon in front of our car, Paaaaaaaaakkkk?!!" I pointed in the front direction.

Yes, the original owner of my hair is standing in front of our car.

"Ck, such a bodong demon are you afraid?!!" mr. Raga, open his seat belt.

"Sir, where is Raga going?"

"Here let me show you how to get rid of a satanic bodong syndicate like this!" mr. Raga supported his shirt at an elbow then he got out of the car.

"Ragakuu's soul is looking for a new problem again, pocong wants to be fought?" I followed out.

"Sir Ragaaaaa...!" i'm yelling.

Mr. Raga just showed me his palm, told me to stay put.

He sets horses.

Then Mr. Raga muter pointed to his silat.

Daaaaann...

Seeeeett!!!!

He bills the purse in his back pocket and gives a hundred thousand bills.

And..

Plakk!

Mr. Raga tempelin the money to jidat the pocong.

The ochong was he was a beard and said, "Makasiiihh,"

He shook his hand, "Where to go?!" lightly said.

Mr. Raga reentered his wallet, and turned to walk closer to the car, "Let's go!"

While I was still gawking at what my jerky boss did earlier.

"Ck, ck, he can tell which demons are real and which are not," I was suddenly amazed by Mr. Raga.