The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
My heart

"You want me to stay here?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Eh, uh, don't want to, Paaaak.." I ngibrit ngekorin pak Raga who combed her hair using fingers, really crested.

Beeeuuuh's. Why is this crazy boss all of a sudden. My heart will be so full. Loh, what's going on?

Raga and I got in the car, while the dog was lying on the side. And when our car passed, he bent down for a bit and gawked his hands out and the drugs worked.

I look at the window, I can only shake my head.

"Why are you Rachel?" mr. Raga's voice ngaggetin me.

"Kok you know that wasn't a demon?" manya curious.

"Because I saw his friend hiding behind a tree. How many times are there demons?" said mr. boss lightly.

"Whenever he has seen, why also use the attraction of silat using the style of monkeys in all the money?" mumbling myself.

"What did you say, Rachel?" ask Mr. Raga.

"No, Sir..."

"It seems like you've started to forget memories" Raga began to quip.

"Forgot memory. What memories, sir? I still remember, Father is my boss, the source of my income. I remember that, sir..."

"Ck, source of income?" mr. Raga pulled one corner of his lips up.

"That's not what I mean, Rachel. We've agreed that outside office hours, you should call me 'Honey'?! remember already?" mr. Raga glanced at a glance, he while driving.

"Oh that one?"

"Kok 'oh'?" mr. Raga nautin' his eyebrows.

"Yes, I remember, sir. But isn't that the case when there's your grandmother?" I miringin body, let the neck not nengkleng nenggok to Mr. Raga mulu.

"Now there is or is no grandmother, you must call me with an agreed call, understand?" ask Mr. Raga.

I'm mangosteen.

"You understand no, Racheeel?" he's just another.

"Sendiko dawuh, Pataakeee..."

"Good?! keep it like that?!" said Mr. Raga.

Tonight, it's been a long night

Yes, because the journey from the Liam mas house to the apartment that was addressed by Mr. Raga was quite far.

Until there, Mr. Raga entered the code to open the door. And it turns out that not only me and Raga got into this apartment but also Liam. Yep! Mas Liam's.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Racheell?" ask Mr. Raga. Mr. Raga rebuked me who was still stunned to see Liam standing beside Mr. Raga.

"Hey, what are you doing?" mr. Raga is again.

"Eh, that--"

Mas Liam shook his head, he put his index finger in front of his lips.

"That's what?" mr. Raga approached while I looked up a little.

I shook my head, "No, Paaak?! not so..."

Liam smiled, and his smile made me melt. And if it is lined up so, emang pak bosama mas Liam far from similar words. But both have one thing in common, both handsome.

Mr. Raga just play aja to the dining room combined with the dining table.

"You hungry?" ask Mr. Raga.

I'm nagging.

After that, Raga left. And that's when Liam showed up again. Just this time there's a ghost as handsome as Liam.

"Ehm," liam cleared his throat.

While I'm cooking again. Tasty bad bodo very, do I not know the taste of boss kayak how. After all, I passed out, I cooked. Really stone man!

"Don't tell me you can squirm me. Raga won't believe it,"

I nodded, ngeiyain him.

"Oh yes, said Mr. Raga I fainted. How can? I just fell asleep, huh?" I took out some kind of material from the refrigerator. And start making what the boss asks.

"Because we touch, your energy is absorbed a lot. That's what made you faint. I purposely made the waiter come to the room, so he could find you. Because I can't do anything but that." said Mas Liam.

"Oohhhhhhh,"

I continued masakin the boss, while Liam, standing while writhing. Hadeuh, I'll be stubborn. Why adek brother likes to make the heart like marathon itself, ck what's with them. Hairy, pinter, rich. Try one of the same match mbak Gita, definitely perfect tuh. My beautiful mother, dapet husband who is also handsome plus her brain is diluted.

"Rachel...? what's the matter, Rachel?" ask Liam.

"No, there's nothing." I said a lie, but I still daydreamed the brothers.

A few moments later, sir the boss came.

"You used to talk to yourself, huh?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Where? how is it not yet?" he repeated his message again. He thinks we chefs money can sat sets of sat sets cook over the speed of light times huh.

"It's not yet, sir..."

"What?"

"Eh, Mr. Darling uuu airs.." I read my words.

Seeing me flutter, Liam laughed. He closed his mouth when I glanced at him cynically.

He said, "Sorry.." - In a clean slit.

Even though he also said that Raga will not be horrified, like strange ghosts now. Uh, but if Liam's mas is a ghost isn't it? he has not been separated from the world, he is still stuck in obscurity.

"What do you see?" mr. Raga looked in the same direction.

"Eh, no sir. Emh, dear boss sir.." I said again.

"The more you daydream the more pure I am! just watch out for the gosong!" said Mr. Raga who is now sitting at the dining table, with one leg he overlaps to the other.

While I was writhing Liam's smile so even my heart frowned. Yeah, don't know why. I can't distract myself from Liam's mas. I don't think he wants to be a ghost. Such a nice and sweet person, ah the world is cruel.

"Did I really like Liam?" I steal a glance at Liam's mas.

"Udah mateng tuh! later it will be crispy, which is there Raga's sister told you to cook again!" mas Liam nintuin teflon that I hold using his chin.

"Yes yes, this is what I want to lift!" I said nanggepin bullshit mas ghost handsome.

"Who are you talking to, Rachel? don't like talking to yourself and make you even stranger!" said Mr. Raga.

"I'm talking skillet, Paaaakk! keep him from making my cooking taste bad!" I ngeles, and it makes Liam laugh again.

"Duh psyche, Lur! how come he laughs and makes his nervousness more and more unconditioned?" my inner.

Not wanting my cooking to end up in the trash because it was melepehin Pak Raga, I finally put the pasta that I had made on the plate. And all my actions did not escape the gaze of Raga sir who like a sword, tajem broooh!

"For so long you, Racheeeeel." said Mr. Raga ngetokin his finger on the table, gregam him.

"Njiiiih, sendiko dawuh, Sayaaaaaaaaang.." I said with two dishes that I placed on the dining table.

One eyebrow Mr. Raga rose to the top, "From the shape is okay, but we see the taste. Whether it looks deceptive or not,"

"Deuuuhhh, just eat very hard!" I'm in a bad heart.