The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Shrivellery

Nyesel, I'm still watching Mr. Raga in the office. A day try from the morning until the afternoon he was nongol aja not. The turn of the time I want to rest, the fall is equally bolstered, doi suddenly just come without being predicted before. It's like coming to boarding again, is not it a frenzy, wereps?

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Raga ... Mr. Raga, mbok ya don't nyamperin to kos. Tomorrow the gossip will be everywhere. Ck, it's so bad I took them," I said in my heart.

"Huh, why is your face like that?" ask Mr. Raga.

"It's time for a break, sir..."

"Yes but you are my personal assistant, especially for you there is no limit to working hours. Anyway, we agreed to that. Don't pretend to forget you" said Mr. Raga.

"Yes the hell.." I lemes.

"What do you bring?"

"Chicken satay?!" males-males nanggung.

"I want...!" said Mr. Raga.

"Hem?" I looked at Mr. Raga, he also looked back at me while occasionally squirming into the streets.

"I want...!" said Mr. Raga again.

"You want...?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You want the satellite, Racheeeeeeel.." said Mr. Raga panjaaang.

"How'd it go?"

"Oh my God, yes you open the package, you take the satellite, you drive it to my mouth. Easy right? that time should be taught, anyway?" mr. Raga gemes.

"Oh, yes yes. Just a moment.." I said manut aja.

Sate ayam lontong only one pack, and now want to be treated with the boss.

"Noah...!" I find it hard to open the package of the satellite.

"Don't speeding dong, Paaak?! I'm having a hard time opening the streples...!" i protest.

Mr. Raga does not make use of mouth but use behavior. He's melanin the car. Yes it's nothing, I'm just afraid that the honey satay bean seasoning spilled onto the shirt.

"Dear brother, the satellite." said nyodorin one skewer towards Raga sir.

"Pak mending move aside first. This is if the spice falls into the suit of the Father who is left in use later. I'll be bothered later, too,"

"Good dong! so you have a job...!" said Mr. Raga.

There are edun-edunnya emang this boss sir yes. Yes wes, this suit is. If it is dirty, he also enters the laundry.

I aimed one skewer into Raga's mouth. He bit his cheese. And not accidentally peppers stick to his cheeks.

"Sorry, Sir. Not intentionally.." I said.

"Udah biarin first. I want the bells!" said Mr. Raga. I put a spoon in his mouth, boss.

"Aren't you eating?" ask Mr. Raga.

"No. My food will be eaten the same Mr. Darling." I said.

"I've. Dah you eat, anyways is still a bit far away where we want to go," said Mr. Raga who one hand took a tissue and darkened his own mouth and cheeks.

"Drink...?!" said Mr. Raga.

"Drink Racheeeel, I'll drag you to eat but you won't drink...!" said Mr. Raga.

"Oh my God, my patient dear sir why. This is me again difficult nyoblos drink," I said again nyoblos iced orange drink wrapped in a cup covered with plastic seal.

I bring drinks to the boss, while my other hand holds a packet of chicken satay. After the boss Darling suckle, then I can start eating calmly.

There are still 4 stitches, I think he wants to eat them all alone. I ate satay lontong.

Because of the drink I bought one doang, yes I have drunk only the rest of Mr. Raga. It's also a lot.

After the stomach was filled, the car stopped at a restaurant. And it turns out, there was Eyang Anti there. Oh, the boss of my nyari boss to the boarding house, it turns out he wants to bring me here.

"I'm sorry, but we're both late." said Mr. Raga who somehow hugged my waist.

"It's okay. Also just arrived. Sit down first" said Eyang.

Mr. Raga pulled a chair for me, "Thank you.." I gave you a thin smile.

Then he sat right next to me.

"Raga, it seems for one year Eyang wants to settle in Indonesia first. So if you have plans for a fiance, better this year. Let Eyang not go back and forth Indonesia-Netherlands." said Eyang Anti.

"Ah, is that it? Raga has no real plan, Eyang.." said Mr. Raga.

I'm the only one who can see. Yes how not to gawk, it is my agreement to be the girlfriend of Mr. Raga until his grandmother mbalek to the land of windmills. His grandmother would stay here for as long as ajegileee was named. Our heads immediately shrunk in horror.

"Don't until I also have to continue to be fiancee of Mr. Raga as well." I said in my heart.

"Why are you Rachel?" ask Eyang Anti.

"You sick?" continued Eyang.

"Ehm, I have permission to go to the toilet first, Eyang.." said I suddenly felt mules.

I got up and walked towards the toilet leaving Mr. Raga and his grandmother.

"Geez, how mules again." said I hold the stomach.

I olesin again my stomach using aromatherapy, quite a bit again his stomach.

"Castly because I was stressed by his grandmother, Mr. Raga wanted to stay here, so my stomach became cruduk-krunuduk again. Even though it was fitting to go home from the hospital already did not mules.." I muttered to myself.

"What about dong, if actually his grandmother asked Raga fiancee? kandas already my relationship with Liam deh.." said in front of the mirror in the sink, my face so ngenes really.

And just want to get out the comb from the bag, suddenly I heard the sound of a flush that was signed from the toilet cubicle that I was wearing earlier. Yes maap maap aja, I just came out and that door is also still ngablak, the sign is no dong ya. Who is the flush.

"Huh, run, aaahh?!!" I immediately got out of the toilet and went back to meet Mr. Raga and Eyang.

"Udah?" ask Mr. Raga soft-ass.

"Udah, really." I smiled awkwardly.

"Eat first, you must be laper," said Mr. Raga who nuker steak mine still intact with his plate whose meat has been cut into pieces.

"Thank you" I said, Mr. Raga, just a smile.

I'm sure behind his smile, there's a throbbing head, dizzy thinking about how to get out of this game.