The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Don't Look for Discounts

I'm tawaf around the mall, making nyari suit co-working shoes. I am the habit of riding a motorcycle, must choose long pants, because if you wear a sponge skirt, it must be uncomfortable.

Daaaaan, now his boss asks for different sodara-sodara.

"In the office of the female staff kan bejibun. Why not choose the usual feminine clothes, anyway? what a personal assistant can be! wonder I tuh people now that most of the money likes the error so the brain!" I pick up clothes while grumbling

"Who's wrong?" the male voice was right behind me.

"Huh?" I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty. I remember that voice, but I'm not so sure. Maybe I was just hallucinating.

"I asked who was wrong?" the voice sounded again. I peeked for a moment before I looked back, making sure the horror was indeed happening.

"Eh, P-Pak Raga.." I grimaced stiffly.

"K-kok B-father can be here?" I nanya, sedanfkan Pak Raga slipping his hands in front of his chest while looking at me with a sharp gaze.

"Yes can do it! let alone wandering in the mall, you hide into the ant hole I can find easily!"

"I give a lot of money not for you to find a discount dress like this, put it and follow me," Mr. Raga took the blazer in my hand, he dropped the origin and then took me to another store.

"Pardon me, Mbaaak?" I told the store clerk before I left the place.

"I've guessed, your taste is so ugly!" I can hear the boss mumbling about my fashion sense.

Aihhh, where am I going. The taste of the boss is not negotiable. Now he took me to one of the biggest mall places, which sells office supplies at a price that makes it difficult to breath.

"Give him the best collection!" ask Mr. Raga.

"Well, sir.." said the waiter.

Not for long, he brought some clothes that were tried very good. Not tired, in the body also loose. The price is never wrong.

The deg!

But when I turned around, used to muter to the right to the left looking at the body again wearing a mehong shirt, I saw one other reflection in the mirror. And it's not my shadow. I looked back, but there was no one. In Dalem here there is only me. Yes, this is the dressing room.

"Cock feeling so bad," I hurried out without changing my clothes.

"Good!" praise mr. Raga.

Though I came out with this shirt not asking for his opinion, but because in the dalem hawanya was not good.

And Mr. Raga so that all the clothes he pointed at were wrapped. As a result, my hand is now troubled because it brought the outside groceries perish.

"Where are we going now, sir?"

"Buy clothes?!" kara pak Raga's.

"Well, did you buy this, sir? my hands are also up to this pegel carry it, mostly?!"

He stopped suddenly, I who walked behind him to his back that was as wide as the rice fields in the hometown of people. Yeah, in his village who's cake.

"Aduuuuh," I want to ngusap jidat also can not because the hands are full of groceries.

Mr. Raga turned around, "That's a work shirt," he said furiously.

He said hape, "Hurry up here, he's in a fuss?!"

And in a matter of 1 to 2 minutes there are still the oeang pak Raga who came and bought the results of his boss shopping.

He is tall, his steps are long. If I wear shoes, there are rights too. How to name the steps he tried, emang boss likes to mengecepres as he pleased himself. If not for having been given a lot of money, I am very willing to follow people. Make bathyin pressure.

"Get in and try on some clothes" said Raga to me.

"Give him the latest collection" said Mr. Raga this time the same boutique waiter.

"Well, sir." said one of the maids. They immediately gercep ngih some dress that is okay to have. I came out in a conical color dress.

"How's it?" I asked for his opinion.

"Norak?! I hate the color yellow! Replace it!" he took his hand.

"Ajegileee, have a gini boss amaaat o Allah. Sabaaarrr, what?!" I'm in the heart.

I changed it again and came out with a floral dress.

"You think we're going to go get me to relax? wear that rame motif?" Mr. Raga nagged.

Lah lita is just a babu who was told to change clothes yes changed clothes. Kan he did not say how to change the model clothes and patterns, I should be patient with this one employer. Because so gemsnar, the boutique waiter no one really choose the final dress he woke up and took one of the clothes or dress that he thought was meow meow.

Oh my God, why not daritadi? We are tired of going back and forth to the dressing room.

"I took all of this" said Mr. Raga.

"But I haven't tried"

"No need, I'm sure all the clothes fit your body" Raga sir.

Look out, if it is small. I am so good at making make.

"This, sir.." said the waiter after Raga swiped his card.

Mr. Raga did not answer, he played mrengos a way out.

"Thank you, Ma'am...?" I took the groceries from the waiter and half ran after the fierce boss.

"Yes fate, yes fate so babu?!!" in heart.

Patience for Rachel, for a lot of money and living well. So the assistant boss of kayak gini mah just put the face of the wall and the ears are sluggish. If I have money, I can help Gita. Let him not be so hard, I can see. Especially Nayla, I don't want Nayla to be lacking.

I've been shopping a lot like this still just ask for shoes, I don't understand anymore have to compensate for the taste of Mr. Raga. Here he is looking for an assistant plus a girlfriend boongan aja capital really big like gini.

Sure as sure as possible if only being a personal assistant and girlfriend pretend, out there a lot of women who want to volunteer. Why must I have to painstakingly change the appearance of everything for the sake of being what he wants, try?

Again his men came and took the goods that were already overload.

"Cash money that I thank just consider the honor that you receive in advance, starting tomorrow look good. Don't be shy. And don't ride the bike to the office, can you poke all your face in the exhaust fumes?! gotcha?" said Mr. Raga when we were in the parking lot.

"Understand me, sir.." I said.

"Take him home" Raga told his man who happened to be a woman.

"Let's go, lady." This woman took me in the car.

While Mr. Raga, as fast as lightning has dashed with his sports car.