The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Wrong Room

Thank God, my first day has finally passed. Since I'm going to the hospital, I change my clothes in casual clothes. Although it is undeniable that my thoughts to Mr. Raga continue, I am worried that Mr. Raga will be used as a bad person like Mr. Moreno.

"You continue until Malem, Al?" I'm with Almeer.

"Yes, arrgghh?! Though it's been a big pegel," Almeer uttered his left right waist.

"Patiently, is this a test?!" my spoken. Almeer just laughed.

"Is it okay to go home first?" i'm pleasantries.

"It's okay, just go home. It's 4pm, right? Your niece's kasian, too, must be tired all day long nemenin tantenya work.." replied Almeer.

"Yes, me first?" I said to Almeer.

"Mas of Revelation, I go first...?!" I wave my hand at Wahyu, whose job is at the cash register.

"Be careful, Chel.." The Revelation retaliates.

"Come, Nay...!" I took Nay out of the store.

We took a taxi to reach the hospital where her husband was treated. Honestly, it really is really bad I made it there. Yes, just imagine, you want to meet the person who has hurt your brother and love the memories of a traumatic nature with your nephew.

If I really want it, then people like it don't need to be noticed, don't need to be cared for. Let it be, don't be considered. If you need to stay. But back again, everyone has their own thoughts. Despite the gauntlet, and want to mengjambak hair itself if again mbak Gita maintain the principle that says that divorce is lawful but hated by God. But yeah, it was my decision and I can only support him as much as I can. Even though the edges I became suddenly poor like this to replace the obligation of Bram Brem for the love of the child and his wife. Because I think there's only one, Nay!

Along the way I hugged Nay, I removed his head.

"Just if you don't want to meet your father who is songong, Auntie wants to take care of you, Nay. Auntie sure, we're miserable just daunted. If the bike is already sold, the aunt will move to the boarding house that has ac, which is good so you are comfortable! Continue to tabte schoolin deket coffee shop, so that aunty can ante pick you up" I said in my heart.

When I got to the hospital, I took Nay down.

"Sure it, sir? the change takes a year," said nyodorin money on the driver.

"Thank you, Ma'am! check it again, mbak his stuff!" said the driver ngingetin.

Bruyuk!

"Udah, Sir!" I said after closing the door and getting out of the car.

I took Nay to get inside.

"Which mom, Auntie?" nay's question made me realize, if I bgomobg bgum about his father buooros was again sprawled in the hospital. And his mother again took care of his wicked father.

I take Nay to sit in the waiting chair, so it's good to tell him.

"Nay, mama again.." I said, confused how to say it.

"Ehm, gini. Nay's father is again admitted to this hospital, and Nay's mother is again dying. So, mama asked Auntie to bring Nay here.." I said.

"Nay want to see you, papa?" tanyaku carefully.

"But if Nay doesn't want anything..."

"Nay wants to." said Nay.

I was quite surprised by Nay's answer, "Okey, if that's Aunt Anterin up. Papa's treatment room is upstairs..."

We both took the elevator to get to the 3rd floor. Just be careful if he does not have money to pay the hospital bills, I am very arrogant payin. Ngesot-ngesot and you're looking for money.

I walked down the aisle and suddenly Nayla was that drug. And yep, he interacts again the same demon dong. Not afraid of the Nay, even though the boy he saw his face buds, still wearing a patient's shirt with a little blood on the corner of his lips. She smiled at Nay.

"Come in, Nay?!" I took Nay to dalem. I don't want Nay to get any closer to that non-human being.

"We met your dad, honey?" I said after I was inside.

"Assynnya!" I said with the pedal with Nay

"Waalaikumsalam, sorry who are you?" said the woman who again covered her husband with a blanket.

I just blinked, and realized after a few seconds.

"I-i-"

"Wait, Ma'am--" I started to take a few steps forward.

"Don't you think?!!!! Don't dekaatattt!" the woman showed me the same index.

"Clearly with me, how long have you been hiding it? basic valakoorrr" he continued.

"Wait, Ma'am. I-i-"

"You have the heart, Mas is like me, Masssss!!!" she even mukulin her husband who is sick.

"MBIAAAAAK DIEM FIRST?!! I WAS JUST SAYING THAT I WAS IN THE WRONG ROOM?!!" I screamed, let my voice grow the same protest that again brushed her husband's hair.

"Whataaa?"

"I'm sorry, I got the wrong room. I don't know you and your husband. And one more thing, I am not a valakor!!!!" my spoken.

"Excuse me. Sorry for making you misunderstand me," I continued and left.

And I went out with shame, and we were both greeted with laughter from the little boy.

"Hahahhahah" the little boy laughed crisply.

"Sshhhhh?!!" Nay put his index finger in front of his lips while hissing.

"Sontoloyo, I've been betrothed to a child demon," I'm in my heart.

"Come, Naaay?" I shifted to the side of the room. This time I called the number, and it was definitely this.

Geck!

Geck!

I knocked on the door before I came in, "Assalamualaikum.." I said hello.

"Waalaikumsalam" a woman replied, and it was the voice of the Gita.

"Alhamdulillah, no more wrong room," I murmured softly.

"Nay? Here Honey, miss mama!" said mbak Gita spanin his hands, and Nay who was also already a heavy miss ran and hugged his mother.

"Nay kangeeen mama." said Nay nangis.

"Yes, Honey. Mama also misses Nay," said Gita, she stroked her daughter's head.

I couldn't help it either, my tears were dripping.

"Nayla.." call Bram.

"Ck, disrupt the human atmosphere!" shirihku.

"Naylaaaa.." Bram's hand trying to reach Nayla who now releases the arms of the Gita.

"It's okay, honey. Papa misses Nayla." said Gita softly.

"Not to be forced, Ma'am. If Nayla doesn't want to, she'll be traumatized" I said.

Mas Bram who usually menjawab my speech, tumben-tumbenan diem aja.

"Mas Bram has changed, Dek.." said Mbak Gita.

"Mas Bram is kayak gini because it is done by people." said Mbak Gita.

"How's dikerjain? People are clearly acting--"

"There are people who deliberately want to destroy the household mbak, Rachel.." said Mbak Gita with a serious look.

"Who?" my many.