The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Dikirai Wear Jampi-Jampi

Forgetting a vacation that can not be predicted, tonight I have to gather all the soul and body, not the body of the sorry, for the activity tomorrow morning that will drain energy.

I've been told the same mas Andri, a series of scores of densely creeping Raga sir.

"Tonight I have to go to bed early, so that tomorrow there will be no panda eyes," I muttered, shaking off the blanket and preparing to go to bed.

I'm also still horrifying people on giggling, balcony deck chatting. But the weather is different, even though the room does not use ac but feels very cold. There's no way I'm bringing air from the mountains here.

Maybe because I'm too tired, I don't care. Want a cold cake, want to be quiet or rame cake even I do not spare say thanks for the body that I carry all day.

It felt like I had just slept for a while, but there was another feeling that bothered me.

"Astaghfirullah .. huufh, hhh.." my breath was gnawing.

I took my glasses, and I ran a bottle.

Gluey!

Gluey!

Gluey!

"Jam 3 in the morning," I squirmed towards the wall clock.

Waking up with a nervous feeling like gini, surely because I forgot to pray. Still a third of the night, I took ablution water and began to hold prayer rugs. Thank God, I who was once restless now began to calm down. Until I heard something sweep through this hallway.

Sraaaaakk!

Areeeeekkk!

Sraaaaakk!

Areeeeekkk!

I who have finished doing tahajud immediately clean the mucena and prayer mats

And intend to sleep again, while reciting some short letter readings.

"Dah sono, if you want to disturb the room of Mirna! if you need to make a line, let the kapok not gossip mulu...!" gumamku.

Sraaaaakk!

Areeeeekkk!

Sraaaaakk!

Areeeeekkk!

"Open the door, Cuuuuu.." Grandma with a heavy and hoarse voice.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The room next to the door was knocked. Not my bedroom door, just because of the distance that I can knock the door.

"Open the door, Cuuuu. Grandma was cold" he said again.

While I who ngedengerin it chat to the occupants of the next room. But just want to take a second, uh I deleted again not so, rather than that grandma moved ngetok my room because of sniffing the signal sent from my room to the next room, it's our amsyong. In part why the hell is kosan, not that I have not used the hair connection. Lah but why the cost even more here more haunted. Tomorrow I want to try to make another cosan nyari, after all, payday so I have money to move costs more cihuy than this.

Well, even though my I'm distracted by creepy noises tonight, I'm trying to get some sleep and don't care. Try the bodo as Mr. Raga did.

And until finally I went to sleep again and the terrible sound stopped. Maybe because the one in the next room wasn't exactly upset either so he stopped himself.

Wiuh early in the morning already gossiping tuh with a anduk that draped on the shoulder.

"That's not true?" said one member of the wasps.

"Yes, crazy. People at that hour I'm working on a job, making a presentation today. So it's so scary that there's the granny voice of her grandchildren!" said Mirna.

I was passing in front of them.

"Don't listen to Rachel's nyariin grandma, Mir! " said Tina.

"It could be, Tin! maybe the grandma came here on Rachel's call. Try where there are ordinary women, can get rich people if not use mystical ways!" exciting Mirna.

"Yes, really, before he changed that is not there a mystical terror in our boarding house?!" tini said while others yes yes agree, without knowing what the truth is like.

Tina and Mirna purposely he talked half tereak let me horrified, but again I sabodo teuing. People want to say what kind of cake to wear, I don't care. What matters is that I never did anything about it.

Fortunately my taxi was already sitting in front, so I could immediately go to the office. But on the road I stopped by to buy two chicken porridge for me one and make Raga sir.

"I bought him, too, huh? not necessarily he eats roadside food like gini. If he has a stomachache, I also bother! huufh, btar one I love OB aja deh," murmured me while carrying food to the top floor.

My hair is still short as a shoulder and there is no intention to connect the hair again, traumatized. After all, Raga also did not protest with my short hair, so they are still safe. Ribets are afraid of the cute fit of a soft lens mah still can be held, the important thing is not to have my hair turned into a long one night.

Ting!

The elevator door opens and upssss, there is one hand that holds the elevator door so it does not close.

"Sorry!" tristan.

Yes, the person I am with right now is the man Amel likes.

Ting!

The elevator door closed.

"Racheeeel...!" yell Amel.

I heard Amel's voice earlier, but the elevator door closed and went upstairs. Why in the morning nongol try, usually on the datengnya at 8 am. This was before 8 o'clock in the office.

"Sorry, the elevator goes up first" I told Tristan.

"It's okay, just relax, Chel!" tristan Sahut.

"It's hard to see you now, Chel!" tristan.

"What time?"

"How about lunch this time?" ask Tristan.

"Sorry, I can't." I said, rejecting Tristan outright.

And along with that, the elevator had already reached the 20th floor.

"I'm first, Tan?" I said that came out of Tristan and when I was outside I pushed the button close the door, so I just glanced at Tristan like to talk but the elevator door was closed automatically.

"Huuufh, good luck!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

This floor is still quiet, I just saw there was cleaning service out of the room Mr. Raga while carrying cleaning equipment. But there was no one else, including Erna. Not seen the trunk of his nose tuh people.

"Alhamdulillah, Raga sir has not come.." said I who put the bag and also the chicken porridge that was just purchased.

"Who said?" mr. Raga's voice is accompanied by an open door.