The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Fainted Again

"Rachel," I heard another voice calling me. The voice of Liam.

Now I am in a white cloud. I fly without wings.

"Rachel," call Liam. But only his voice while his form is not at all visible.

"Mas Liam?" I looked for him around the white clouds of flying cotton.

"Mas Liam?" I called him again.

"Don't look for me, Rachel." he said.

"Don't joke, where are you? this is not the time to play hide and seek" I said.

"Rachel, keep your word. I hope you are not a human who likes to break promises," said Mas Liam.

"Promise?"

"Promise to continue with Raga no matter what happens." said Mas Liam.

"If she doesn't like me? how could I possibly be forcing what kind of girl am I?"

"Make him like you" he said lightly.

"Anything is, how can it be?"

"You can try a little" he said.

"But I like it the same-"

"Remember your promise Rachel," Liam's mas robot.

"Yes but--"

"Remember your promise Rachel, your promise Rachel, your promise Rachel.." said Mas Liam repeatedly until finally...

"Akkhhhh...?!" I woke up from my sleep with irregular breathing.

"Huufh, it turns out that I have a dream." I wipe my forehead but it turns out that my left hand has a nancep infusion tube on the back of my hand, making me complicated myself.

"How come I'm even here, anyway? infused everything? what is it that I am sick?" i'm rattled.

The last time I wanted to sit again, Raga waited for Liam in front of the ICU room.

The second time I woke up confused. This is why I was in the treatment room, it was so quiet no one else.

And I heard the sound of the tap being opened, kept closed again.

But not out the guy. Hasn't it been a business in the toilet?

It's so strange, sumpeh. It taps again, and closed again so late until the Hajj ahead. And only stopped after the door of the room slowly opened.

"Rachel? are you conscious?" ask Mr. Raga. And then my breath, which was like an asthma-like person, started to loose. Because the dateng turned out to be human, even though it was fierce like a tiger.

He came closer, I tried to sit down.

"Sleep if it's still limp," said Mr. Raga. He arranged this patient's bed so that my position was half-sitting.

"Why am I here?"

"Because you are sick" said Raga who returned again juteknya. Maybe I'm just a dream, writhing him crying like that sutres guy. Maybe it was all my delusion.

"ill? what pain?"

"Factor K, is there a factor K disease? what kind of newly discovered disease?"

"Factor fatigue. You passed out in front of the ICU" said the boss.

I think I always fainted when I came into contact with the ghoib version of Liam mas. Maybe really what Raga said, if that night I transferred my energy, maybe I was no longer just fainting, but could be heavier and gassier than that.

"Where's Liam? is he all right?" I'm nanya mr. Raga.

"Well," said the boss.

"Eat, I'm going to the toilet first?!" said the boss who brought the table closer and told me to eat porridge.

"What time is it? how come you're blank like this?" I'm trying to figure out where the wall clock is.

"At 9am?" I looked at the clock and saw the window curtain being accidentally opened.

"Where is Liam's condition? is it really all right? or how? I want to squirm directly, deh.." I muttered to myself.

Out of the toilet, the boss sat on the sofa while wearing a screen. Maybe not taking care of business, yes I as his assistant lying in the hospital. After all, as long as I was his assistant, Mr. Raga, I never took care of the job. Most heavy buyin food outside, it's also my way the same spirit.

Not long ago a woman came, entered she brought a file. I feel like a mosquito among them. Maybe this is called Arsinta. Not that I'm a little pretentious, but I think I'm going everywhere, but if the brain might be encircling him huh. We never know it. I admit my brain spec is standard, so I like compared-bandingke competitiveness-saningke mbak Gita.

Daritadi I observed Mr. Raga konsen to the paper, while the Arsinta busy mandengin pak Raga. The types of assistants are caper plus carmuk ama boss, let alone a handsome boss. It's like paper glue trap laler.

"All that?"

"Ehm, uh already, sir?!" arsinta.

"Why not Andri?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Ah, um that's sir. Ah, Andri's out again..."

"out?"

"Yes, sir." replied Arsinta bluntly.

"Well, if nothing is signed, can you go?!" ask Mr. Raga.

"Well, excuse me, sir..."

Arsinta gave a quick smile at me before she walked out of this room.

After Arsinta left, Raga called someone.

"Ndr? you where? again what? with who? " ask Mr. Raga.

"Fired Arsinta?! I don't like an assistant who likes to lie?!" mr. Raga's orders, he also closed his phone shortly after talking like that.

I'm just scratching my head, "Sadis is also the boss, playing with people. How can I not work for 2 weeks?" my inner.

Mr. Raga got up and approached, "Have you eaten?"

"It's been, uh not yet.." I nyautin.

Mr. Raga raised his eyebrows.

"Ehm means a little bit" I replied.

"Recide, I want to go to Liam's room." said Mr. Raga.

"I'm coming?!"