The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Curate dong, Meeeel...?!

During the trip, Mr. Raga diem bae. Is he a spy? Don't know either. Maybe someone dared to? Sok eta tah, aing mah no. Afraid we also get SP, yes in SP. Well you're fired? what is the end of the month wallet? Wassalamualaikum warohmatullahi. It's pretty amazing, isn't it? Openness.

Well from where we stopped earlier to my boarding is quite far away, so yes I have to endure tears for later shed in the cost.

Mumpung not nyampe, I chat tuh Amel. Let there be this malem merana. All I want to confide ngalor ngidul, let plong also nih heart. Fortunately he wanted to, the true friend of Amel mah.

"I'm a drag" said Mr. Raga suddenly.

"meaning?"

"I'm a whip" Raga said again.

"I mean I was told to sleep?"

"Pinter...?!" sir gave a quick glance.

"Wear this?" I asked Mr. Raga.

"That's kanebo, Racheeeel. Do you think my face is glass or a car body?"

"Well, your eyes are still normal yet siwer means, sir. Don't be angry, sir. I just ngetes aja," I said while pulling a few lines and ngusap jidat sir boss.

"Don't touch the crest?!"

"Gosh, aya-aya wae can't nyenggol jambul all," I said in a careful heart that digelapin jidat that there is no keterietnya at all. Lah how to want to dry, lha wong Ac car jos gandos like this.

"Feelings are not dry," I said.

"Hem, it's already. I couldn't concentrate, you were too rude!" said Mr. Raga.

"Regardless of trying? we keep so that the hands do not get crested already difficult, too, howling alakadarnya kok ya say rough? cutting people half-sane is very difficult emang," I mengedumel in heart.

And a century's journey from the hospital to the boarding house, it's finally over.

"Alhamdulilkah nyampe too," I cite.

"I'm down, sir. Thanks for getting here" I said.

"Hem," Raga dehem doang sir.

"Tomorrow not to be late! or I'll cut your pay" said the boss.

"Yes, Sir!"

I'm sure he's been fussing again everywhere. I sleep, I miss my bed in Kosan.

"Please digest and understand Rachel, what time is it?"

"Ehm, Yes Sa-yang...?" kataku doubt. I love lupaan, when to call sir and when to call dear. My life is already complicated added complicated thanks to Mr. Raga.

"Have I come in, Sa-yang?" say

"Yes" replied the boss.

I got out of the car. And as fast as lightning, Mr. Raga, the prince turned back and he honked once, a sign that he was leaving.

"God, he who does not want to marry, we are the ones who follow the ribet.." I muttered to myself.

Just want to open the gate, uh the Amel come with a car. I told him to go straight in and park in the dalem.

"Ssshhh, don't fiddle, Mel. Ntar is the gossip material here," I said.

"Sorry, sorry..." Amel shut his mouth.

"To top, yuk?" I asked Amel to go up to the second floor.

"Chel, how can I serem ya every ngliat tuh rambutan tree," said Amel.

"Yes the tree is also serem diliatin you, Mel..."

"Ck, haphazardly?!" reply Amel.

Our chatter ended in front of the room, I flicked open the door and the air did not feel good immediately hit. Two days more were not opened. That's just I'm sure there are a lot of sip gossip circulating because I didn't go back to kosan.

"Buseeet, really stuffy...?!" lamented Amel.

"Open the door, let the hawaii change. Same window if you need to." I said.

"Where's the hair, Chel? didn't Mr Raga tell you to make your hair go out?" asked Amel who just realized my hair was short as shoulder to shoulder as before.

I put the bag down and began to change the bed sheet, while Amel helped her nyapu. Before speaking at length, I closed the door and just opened the window.

"Because my hair is an unlucky crucifixion. Just a shadow, the hair that was attached to me was the hair of a man who had been raised, Ameeel. Did you have Ameeeel...?! inevitably I have to turn back the hair rather than I terrorized the same mute ghost owner of the hair. And since then I've been able to squirm all the subtle creatures, not really horrified?" I went to Amel.

"But because of that hair I know someone, Mel, too." I told Amel. I stopped sitting on the bed that I had changed the bed. Then I told you the beginning of my meeting with Liam, and where have I been for 2 weeks. Unless I'm the same Raga sir who fit the scissors scramble huh. If that's me skipping.

Amel until I heard the story from A until Z.

"Wait, wait. You said you weren't in for 2 weeks? that's not possible, Rachel. Not likely. Since I saw you a few times and met you in the office, really don't lie?!" said Amel.

"I didn't go in, Amel. Because touching hands with Liam makes my energy drained, so let me rest for that long." said I ngeyakinin Amel.

"Who am I meeting then, Chel if not you?"

I just shrugged, "You don't know..."

While Amel had been chirping while glancing at the pillow.

"Udah, it's okay. The important thing is that you are not followed." I said to calm the Amel.

And instead of Amel coming here to entertain me, love spirit or what cake, this is even me who was busy nenangin the Amel because he was overthinking to meet the devil who disguised me in the office.

"If she follows me like you did, Chel?" Amel began to struggle with his own thoughts.

"No, not going to. Just calm down" I said.

"But amit-amit meet like that again," Amel ngegetok his own head using knuckles.

"Oh yes, Chel. Keep your plans what about Liam's mas?"

"I don't know, Mel.." I shook my head.

"Maybe the universe does not approve, so have met in the real world just he did not want me, Mel. Yes, maybe this is karma because I always say that I do not need a partner because I am afraid of wrong people, I am afraid of my household like Mbak Gita.." I continued.

"Patience, Chel. Maybe it all needs a process, maybe later the memory will return," Amel was trying to encourage me.

"Hopefully yes, Mel .. or if not maybe I should learn to eat him," I said.