The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
You Nanyeaaakkkkk?

Body tired, but not delicious if reject invitation Amel for dinner with his family. Not far, just here and here, at the resort restaurant where we stay. Though my body seems to want to collapse, very tired. But back again, it's not good to refuse.

Again with food suddenly inget pak Raga. I looked around, but it was the jerky boss not at all

"Where is Raga? Why isn't there? People have not eaten yet? or has he taken a meal and been taken to his room?" my inner.

I'm the chief of Raga. Even if she's sprained but I'm worried, if she hasn't eaten. It's not that he's getting healthier, that he's getting sicker.

"Why am I even thinking about him? it's good that he's not nongol, so no one else is doing my holiday. There are people on vacation even told to work, just Mr. Raga doang it.." My mind said another.

"Why? food stuff?" whispered Dragon.

As I looked, "No!" I smile thinly.

"Yeuuuuhhhh, youuuuusss!" Amel.

"Who's the mode, Mel?" tanya om Ibram who happens to be horrified by the words of Amel the bucket leaked.

"Oh this Pah---" said Amel cut off.

"Abueh!" he's even now squealing. Amel glanced at Tajem towards Naga who casually drank melon juice.

"Why else are you, Mel?" now it's aunt Ira's turn.

"It's okay, Mah. Step on your own feet" replied Amel unreasonably.

"Where was the work done, Rachel?" ask aunt Ira.

"Oh, yes. Take care, Tan.." I replied.

"That boss, Chel. If you really do not want to know us again what, his father Amel aja all day he was in front of leptop, his intention was to vacation even work again work again.." aunt Ira nyindir Om Ibram.

"Well, how is it? already part of the risk of work," Om Ibram nanggepin said his wife.

"God, again eat also discuss the work continues!" said Naga.

I ate not so much that night, I don't know why. Not his innate taste. Run dinner, Om Ira and Om Ibram he said he wanted to walk in the resort, want me time together he said. If Amel he goes to the room is not strong cold. And if I, somehow I step towards his room, Mr. Raga.

"Geez, why am I even here, anyway?" I do condemn my stupidity.

And when I turned around, my body hit the dragon.

"Dragon? how are you here?"

"Why are you here? right there is Amel's room right there," the dragon pointed in one direction with his right hand.

The boy called you You Bae. Basic leaning sweet.

"I was--"

"You've come? we're leaving now" someone with a distinctive voice was behind me. He took my hand.

"Sir Raga?" muttered.

The dragon took his hand Raga from my hand, very brave nih bocil. He's not afraid of whether he's thrown into the tree the same boss.

"Don't touch!" Dragon warned.

"You don't touch!" said Mr. Raga.

"Youtdoor?!!" exclaiming Amel. The three of us automatically looked at the sound source.

He's approaching us.

"From my mom too, it was here." continued Amel.

He then bowed respectfully to Raga, "Night, sir..."

"Night" said Raga. The boss changed his clothes, as well as immediately as he. The medicine I gave you.

"What the hell, mbaaak!" Dragon sprain really dragged like a child.

"It's not a kid's business! wanted by mama!" amel said as he took the Dragon away.

"Why do we keep seeing? don't tell me you like young leaves?" accuse mr. Raga.

"You nanyeaaakk?" I'm mirroring the jamet demon I've met in the car.

"What did you say?"

"No, sir.." I shook my head.

"You're here my nyari?"

"Absolutely not, sir. Coincidentally passing by, want a way to the park. Want to see the stars, not want to see Mr. Raga.." I ngeles.

"I'm hungry, I haven't eaten!" said Mr. Raga.

"If you're hungry eat, sir. If you sleep,"

"My company eats!" mr. Raga took me to a park.

The garden was decorated with a gate with flowers and lights. Anyway, the garden is decorated in such a way, with benches decorated with candles.

"Don't be here, sir. Someone wants to do an event...! I will go to the restaurant. You just sit in the room, the meal is guaranteed to be delivered.." I'm the daughter of the body intend to leave Mr. Raga.

But Mr. Raga blocked my hand, I looked at him.

"Why do you think you should go? if we need to get rid of that guy!" said Mr. Raga very bossy. He came close to the bench we didn't know who he had.

"Sir, I bought it at the restaurant. Sin tau eat food that is not ours," I said wryly, afraid we are mistaken for food.

But Raga Keukeuh sir told me to sit down.

"Yeuuh, boss sir! it's hard to tell!" I menggedumel myself.

"Sir, this is if we continue to be accused of turning is not funny sir?! before the guy came to hear us move, sir...!" I'm still persuading Raga. But she was leisurely sitting and clenching her clothes.

"You just sit down, don't be tense!"

"Oh my God, how not to be tense. We are ashamed if we are suspected of eating people's food!"

"We eat people's food, not tiger food! keep the problem where?" mr. Raga nyeleletuk, very nice.

"The problem is this isn't ours, Bapakeeeeeee!" I'm very nervous for people, if not the boss I've entered the chili mouth.

"Who said? you said right?" said Mr. Raga.

And there were two maids delivering another meal, "Please, sir..."

Mr. Boss just put his hand in, thank you too.

"It's my table that ordered, the food also I paid. So sit quietly, and don't be noisy!" said Mr. Raga.

I was told to do that mangosteen-manggut ajah. The air temperature tonight is quite cold, lucky I wear a fairly angular shirt so I might not catch a cold.

"Eat," said Mr. Raga told me to eat, because from there I just sat down not to touch anything on the table.

"What do I need---"

"Yes sir yes, I eat.." I'm a bigot of what the boss said, rather than him repotting everywhere.

"Oh yes, Rachel. About the conversation this afternoon. How about we go on a real date?" asked the boss, while I was still gawking at what he just said.

"Huh? howana?" I looked at the boss with a look of wonder.