The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Don't I'm the One Who's Being Gifted
During the meal, Mr. Raga did not comment well or not. But his lonely mouth and love nyindir that eat mulu, do not want to stop. Mas Liam squirms it raise his thumb up.
"You're pinter!" lirih Liam's.
Instead of a smile with compliments, my heart that is as soft as the skin of this baby is not even tasty.
"Well what am I doing Liam? ck ck, ishh .. what the hell is Chel! I thought to you, sanaaaaa, inget Cheeel. Mas Liam is just good, inget it!" I said to myself.
"Eat! don't just be dumb!" mr. Raga's voice rang out, he raised the glass filled with white water and gulped it down.
"Eat," said Liam.
"I'm afraid I'm the same as a handsome ghost. Why is he talking about it? Want him to scream too Raga mah will not be horrified, right?" my mind squeaks.
I don't want to say digress and fret because I said that if Liam's mas is in our midst tonight, I choose to eat and start spending what's on a white plate.
"Tonight, sleep here" Raga raised her hand to watch her watch.
"I'm going home! after I show you where you can rest," said Mr. Raga who then stood up.
I was spoiled wes. Rather than Mr. Raga getting bloodied because I'm ggeyelan. After eating I follow and recite what Mr. Raga told me.
He said that tomorrow there will be people here for some so, I was told not to touch the cleaning equipment in this apartment. For the umpteenth time I can only say, "Sendiko dawuh, Paaaaak,"
Mas Liam for the umpteenth time also hid his laughter with my answer earlier.
After Mr. Raga left, back to his shelter. I'm in this apartment with the ghost of Liam.
"You're sleeping, it's malem..."
"Well if ghosts want my hair how? I'm afraid he asked to be flipped in an extreme way, such as playing so jam that my hair bondol.." I'm still standing.
"Later nego, just calm down!" said mas Liam.
"This is what I'll help you with. You don't focus on the same ghost, continue" he continued.
"Yes" I replied.
I try to rest, lose my body and don't want to think about negative things. Liam doesn't know where. Maybe he was standing in front too. We are clearly not one room anymore.
"Gara nolongin sir boss so girlfriend pretend so I have to do ghoib kayak gini thing! just try not to ask me to strip my hair instantly would not be like gini. Terrorized by demons because of the hair make of people who already wassalam," said I lirih.
The devil is uncivilized. Recently also discussed suddenly tuh creature ghoib nongol. It's a nongol in this room. I who saw it suddenly wake up and mepet into the corner of the bed, want to run around to escape. I don't want to be dibotakin the same ghost who is curious again.
"Return mine," he said. Her tears came out. He's approaching, I'm away. I'm getting stuck to one of the outskirts of the bed.
"Give back something that wasn't yours from the beginning" he said.
Wes wes wes, he must be really upset. Wirings from the eyes and his eyes were empty but tears kept coming.
"Yes, I'll go back. But then yes, tomorrow. At midnight gini no salon is open," I'm a nego.
He turned his head, looking back at me with a gaze that uwow ulalala scarfala dudididam.
"Well, if you don't believe me, go around. There is no salon that opens at this time" I said again.
The ghost pointed at the scissors in his right hand.
"Make what? that's tajem loh, don't make toys." I said while holding the hair scared at the gundulin at that time.
He's crying.
I'm rattled.
"Back my hair ... hikss," she cried.
Lah, I should be crying in the hot datengin situ. Please do not distort the facts. I don't do kamuu wuoooyyy hair!
"I don't take your hair, salahin a salon why your hair there is the same mbak-mbak salon, I'm just a customer who does not know anything," I try to explain.
He looked, his nose was flat. I took cover behind a bolster pillow whose pillowcase was white. Her shabby clothes, very old with white sheets that she sits.
"My stepmother, forcibly cut my hard-earned hair that I've been taking care of all this time. I'm not willing,"
"Yes, you're a stepmother!" I said.
"He's dead, man,"
"Yes .. yeah .. It's okay, you just flirt with him. What's wrong demon gentayangin demon too. Not even here and flirting with me, is he the wrong one not me." said I defend myself.
I saw his eyes that looked into my eyes. And I feel like I'm getting carried away in the whirlpool of the past. I saw a mother with a sagging step carrying a black scissor in her hand.
He approached a girl in deep sleep, with long, unraveling hair. So long maybe if measured by the hair length exceeds the legs of the owner of the hair.
The woman looked, stroked the girl's hair and grabbed the strands of hair with her hands. Earlier he remembered the girl's hair with rubber.
And...
The kresssss!
He cut. Wanutabit means the girl's hair is limited to the back, because it was all that long.
And when one hand of hair was in the woman's hand, the gdais suddenly woke up and was surprised to see the figure of the woman in front of him.
"What did you do?" he pointed at the scissors and the hair in the woman's hand. Then in a panic the girl touched her own hair.
"Mother cut it?" he said with anger.
"Sorry, Ajeng. But you need this" said the mother, who then went to take the hair with her.
Treeeeetttt!
And the vision is over.
"Hhh .. hhh .. That was what was it?" I feel tired and tired.
"The hair that I've worked so hard to take care of with all my heart, now you wear it. I don't want to." he said.
"In the first place, I breathed napa first?! hhh .. hhh.." I saw my palm asking the ghost jnagan nyap nyap mulu. It's our breath hasn't gone back yet, uh he's playing with bae reps.
After the breath is conducive again, I said, "Neither willing? I didn't know it was your hair. I just went to the salon and pulled my hair. That's it, I don't know where that hair came from..."
"It should be the one you care about selling your hair, then the salon isn't me?!!! you came here with the wrong address, you know?!!" my spoken.
Not that my jiper was angry, the ghost stood up and turned to look at me.