The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Mystery of Salty Coffee

The door from the toilet opened, and Raga appeared from there.

"Astaghfirullah, I almost cried the devil! why did it come from there anyway, sir?" I sniffed the chest.

"Because I ran out of the toilet. Anyway, you've told me, call him no sir again!"

"But this is in the office, sir. It feels very unprofessional if I call Mr. Raga by another name," I did not even bother, but was not ready to be born inward.

"It's in the office, but there's no one else here, it's just the two of us.." Raga didn't want to lose.

While I can't sneak anymore, we're in Mr. Raga's room and there's no one else but the two of us. Now I'm even worried that my salary will be cut because come first Mr. Raga.

"Please, I'm the one who got him!" he said it as if answering the question I had in mind. L

"Yes, honey." I said softly.

"What did you say? I'm less horrified like that,"

"Yes, honey." I said again, with a hot cheek that was embarrassed.

"Good! keep it like that" said Mr. Raga happy.

Like Mr. Raga is the type of morning person who comes to the office always morning, ahead of the employees. That's what I saw as his assistant. On time and prepared for people.

"Oh yeah, what are you carrying?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Oh, this is chicken porridge" I replied.

"I don't happen to have breakfast!" said Mr. Raga.

"Bring and sit here" Raga walked to the sofa, and then he sat down.

"I make tea first--"

"What?"

"I make tea first, honey." I said.

"May, don't be long. Because I have laper," said Mr. Raga who is now incarnated so ayang.

With a stiff smile, I went out to the special pantry on the 20th floor.

"Because I bought him chicken porridge for sure, so he felt he was leaving in the morning. Though everywhere the boss datengnya above 8 or 9 o'clock, well this morning jepluk he already in the room.

Get in the pantry, someone's guarding it. Now it's his turn named Ryan.

"What do you want to drink, Mother? let me make it," said Rian politely.

"No need, Mas. This is for Raga, sir,"

"It's usually Erna, Ma'am. Didn't Ernanya come in?" ask Rian kepo.

"Not yet to go like it, Mas.." I said to mas Rian.

"Yes, the same coffee tea mbak Erna who make," said mas Rian.

"I was taught the same mbak Erna if making tea the same coffee for Pak Raga tuh weed how many spoons how many spoons!" continued.

"Then anyway? it's not that Erna can't differ where salt is sugar?"

"Whose word, Ma'am? people who make it usually have me. It's really him if you take the sugar," said mas Rian.

Means that time I was drugged by Mr. Raga dong to drink salty coffee which he said was made by mbak Erna. And he means he's lying if he says Erna can't stand sugar with salt.

The water is boiling, and I brew a cup of tea for Mr. Raga.

"Come, Mas. I went back to the room" I said stalely before leaving.

I brought a cup to the room of Mr. Raga along with a bowl and spoon to eat porridge.

"The tea, dear.." I said in a flat tone.

"Thank you,"

"Sit down, we eat the porridge." said Mr. Raga.

"Are you sure you want to eat this porridge? this is a roadside buy,"

"Continue problem?

"If my stomach ache is not giggling anyway," I said ngingetin.

Yes, the stomach of a rich man is different from us commoners who are used to snack on the side of the road.

Apparently, there is another side of Mr. Raga that makes me comfortable. He was not picky about food. I poured the porridge into the bowl with the yellow sauce.

"You wanna wear sambal?"

Mr. Raga shook his head, "No. It was like that,"

I put a bowl on the table, right in front of him. Mr. Raga took it and started eating.

"Cok you don't eat?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Yes I ate too" I moved the porridge to the other bowl.

I slowly eat. Maybe he has not had breakfast from home and is very roomy, doi eat it can be so flat.

"Bad boy?" I asked Mr. Raga.

"It's a habit, though,"

"It's normal but it's over," I quipped.

Mr. Raga put down his bowl and took a cup of tea that may now have been anget and not as hot as before.

"The sweet fit as usual" said Mr. Raga.

"This is according to the measure given by Rian and Rian from Erna's mother!" i'm blissful.

"Yuuuuuukkk?!!" mr. Raga is spitting tea water.

I put a bowl and tepokin back Raga, "Drink slowly anyway, honey....!" I said with a slightly screechy tone of sprain yes.

"So, have you?!" mr. Raga told me to remove his back nepokin.

I sat down next to Mr. Raga again and saw the handsome boss drinking again.

"Why look at it? just realized that her boyfriend is handsome?" mr. Raga this time did not touch his crest, he just went up and down his eyebrows.

"Everyone as long as his eyes are not siwer also know that Raga sir is handsome, so it should not be called continue like yes. Except for the mysterious salty coffee that I rasain at that time, well that needs to be traced. Though he said that Erna can be differentin where sugar where salt?" I looked at Mr. Raga with a probing look.

"Ehm! yes, yes yes! I admit it's salt

put it on purpose!" said Mr. Raga admitted what he did at that time.

"I need to test a new assistant, really, not his tongue. Can you get salty or not! And if you are told to make good coffee or not, it all must be tested, Rachel.." said Mr. Raga again does not make sense.

"Reason!" i muttered.

Instead of angry Mr. Raga even a smile is not clear, and even sniffed the shoots of my head and said, "Eating a lot so as not to be malnourished!" he told me to make a meal.

I enter one mouthful after another into my mouth for the sake of not catching a cold again. After it's over I ask OB to help me get a dirty bowl.

"Alhamdulillah," I said after sipping mineral water from a small 300 ml bottle that I brought from the boarding house and I entered again into the bag.

"Sir, I want it!"

"Sir sir again, say call him dear too!" mr. Raga ngingetin.

"Huufh, yes maklumin, sir. I'm not used to it yet, so understand if you forget a little,"

"You are spared from his inget!" mr. Raga's words have in fact. If you think the debate is mending, because it will never win.

"Oh yeah, what did you want?" ask Mr. Raga.

"Oh that .. why do I often be bullied by subtle creatures huh? though his hair was already the same that I had," I looked at the handsome face of Mr. Raga.