The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Find Another Way

"Someone tells you to stop, the road can't be crossed!" said Mr. Raga.

"Surely, is this a real road? You don't use GPS, sir? Have you memorized the way to the resort?" i repet. Yes, Mr. Raga went the wrong way.

"You doubt my memory?" mr. Raga glanced at me cynically.

Then he murmured softly, "It looks like he is, this path." Mr. Raga tried to advance as soon as his body squirms what is wrong.

"uh right? he's not sure, hadeeuuh the wrong address of this street mah!" I'm in the heart.

"Yes, really! this is the way," Mr. Raga said softly.

"Where, sir? are we straying or?"

"Before a minute, you don't keep making noise. Time is stray? this is the way!" said mr. boss.

"I'll find out soon enough. It's in front of there are people" said Mr. Raga. Foggy atmosphere, limited visibility. It is very risky to drive in this situation.

"It's raining, sir!" I prevented Mr. Raga from going down, because the test was really a lot, there he could get soaked.

"Who wants to go down? I just want it through the window" said Mr. Raga.

"So, if the head of Mr. Nongol out the window, the head of the Father was wet with water!" I said again ngingetin.

"Who wants a nongolin head? my head is precious, how could ayaa treat it carelessly?" answered Raga, he looked up and tidied his crest and the hair beside his ears.

"Wae's saarepmu, sir...?!" I don't want to take care of it, or she wants to do it too.

The more here Mr. Raga the more strange, the more often. And one more thing, the more often it makes sprains and the ends of the storm the same as me. At first I was reluctant, afraid of the same people but for a long time even more often mengeselinnya. Moreover, he can-can-can'tilin I got here, and ruined my healing event with Amel.

Mr. Raga's neken the gas pedal a little. And now I just squirm that there is someone in the middle of the fog, the rain has not shown any signs to subside.

"Sir, it seems to ask but it does not go down it feels impolite. There's an umbrella behind, right? I try to name the same Mr. who is in front of it, if in the area kayak gini we have to know adab, sir." said I who stretched the body to the back. I'll get a lipet umbrella.

"I'm down" I said, but my hand was immediately blocked by the boss. Yes my hand is in contact with the hands of Mr. Raga who is also equally cold.

"Fluffy rain, later if you slip, which is even more troublesome," said the boss.

"I am down!" sir the boss took the umbrella in my hand. He took off his suit first, and loved me.

Mr. Raga opened the car door and opened the umbrella before breaking through the torrent of rain. I'm just squirming Mr. Raga vaguely.

And suddenly...

Chequek! Braaaack!

Someone opened it and then closed the car door on the back.

There was a heavy and low roar of breath, "Hhhhrrrrghh...!"

Woy is not funny woy, it is impossible that Raga sir who opens, continues to sit there. People noh sir Raga again nyamperin people with yellow test suits.

"Keep siaaa what is behind meuh? oh yeah, males ah!" I said in my heart.

The voice is still astonished, is this maybe the person who wants to ride because of the test? but it's not polite to just play in, no excuse or permission the same that has.." said me again in the heart.

With all my courage, I began to look back. Anyway I saw Mr. Raga already walking towards the car.

"Heh, who are you?" I put a fierce face.

"You're nanyeeaaak?" the young man said with alay.

"Heh, jamet?! who told you to go up? hem?" I increased his level.

"You're nanyeeaaakk?" said again.

And Mr. Raga suddenly opened the car door and went inside, he closed his umbrella.

"Uuuh, right! so wet my topknot," Mr. Raga was busy with his hair. I was originally looking back so even mengeliatin Pak Raga.

"Huh, why do you see me like that?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Who is watching Father? my people want to tell you there's a stowaway!" I pointed to the middle seat. Mr. Raga muttered his body and tried to see who I meant.

"Where?" ask Mr. Raga.

"In the middle seat it-tuh.." I gawked when the young man was not there, gone just like that.

"Ck, really there was, Paaak!" I don't want to be accused.

"Yes yes, I believe!" said Mr. Raga who turned back again madep forward.

"I don't, Paak..."

"Yes Racheeel, I believe. I already know that you had a conversation with the devil," said Mr. Raga.

"If you know why you've been looking for him?"

"The man is gone" said Mr. Raga.

Mr. Raga had his seatbelt on again, he had his car back a little.

"The road ahead is avalanche material, so we have to turn around, find an alternative way," said the boss, who turned around and looked for another way to the resort.

"Don't go the wrong way, sir.." I ngingetin.

"Calm down, you've met the devil. Means this time we can not meet the devil for the second time," said Mr. Raga with the pedenya.

There is no signal so we turn the direction armed with information obtained by the boss sir from the person who Mr. Raga met earlier. Maybe the clothes were wet, I saw the lips of Mr. Raga who was usually red now turned pale. I think doi is cold.

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Sshhh, it's a holiday so change that call, Rachel. I've reminded you many times, but you've forgotten it!" said Mr. Raga with gritted teeth.

"Yes yes, sir. Her name is also a pretend boyfriend, so it is natural that I also often forget. Here, let me just drive," I offer help.

"You don't think I can drive?" mr. Raga glanced at me.

"I just want to call Mr. Raga, baby. Let alone nolongin. Did I let you know, dear sir, ran away from the question 'when to marry'? yeah, right?"

"Iiisssshhh, sucks!" said it.

"Father too." I said softly.