The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Speeding Again

The store is quite crowded, I just have to go back and forth rich in ironing coffee to several tables. Especially now that it's approaching lunchtime.

The kling!

My hape sounds. It turned out that Andri was chatting.

"Ohh, the place is quite far if this," I saw the location share from assistant Mr. Raga.

"It's only 12 and a half hours, yes I'm allowed to rest early, anyway?" I weighed until finally there was someone patting my shoulder.

"What's up, Chel?"

"Eh, Al..."

"Why?" ask Almeer.

"You want to rest?" Almeer nodongs me with a question.

"Ehm, yeah. Uh, but it's still half an hour, right?" I said no good feeling.

"Anterin this first to table 10, the abis you can rest.." said Almeer while giving a tray containing a single double espresso cable equal to an original donut placed on a small plate.

"Okay, I'm anterin first!" I smiled at Almeer, and the way to table number 10.

After the coffee, I hurriedly put the tray and took off the apron, continued to take the bag and out of it.

Get outside, I want to take a cab, but no one wants to stop.

"Aaaarrghhhh!" I'm so sprained.

"Huufhhh, if not online. It's hard to get a vehicle!" I got out in the hape and started pesen ojeg.

If you have been riding a car like this is a big mistake and not forgiven, what? People are boisterous looking for lunch, street rame, are you riding a car? Yeah, it must be stuck in the street.

"Duhhh long time, brother!" I checked the map on the booking application.

While I was already a hot worm, afraid that I would be late to prevent Mr. Raga to meet with Mr. Moreno.

"Ck! very good driveryaaa!" i'm frustrated.

"Yes aampuuun when it was in front, kekkkkk!" my eyes did not come off the phone.

I took off my hat and I got a cangkolin in my bag.

"On behalf of Rachel?" ask the driver ojeg wear jacket color ijo royo-royo.

"Yes! now come down!" my orders.

"Down?" he raised his eyebrows, keder.

"The sound is melting, so I'm the one driving! bye, get off now!" I told the mas to come down.

"Don't, Ma! no, it can be against the rules!" said the driver.

"Who are the rules?! ayoo ayoo a spout of turuun!" I said but kang ojeg diem bae.

"I said turuuun!" I snapped him.

With a forced look and face kayak again met the devil, kang ojeknya down and I immediately took over the bike, do not forget to wear a helmet so dive.

"Curl up, splinter up!" I told you with a chin gerakin.

"L-yes, Mbaaak!" kang said the driver.

"Jaga jaraak!" I remember when the driver got on the bike.

And ngueeeengggg!

I pull the gas motor.

"Astaghfirullahhhhhh, I'll take the bike!" kang ojek.

"Udah, the mas is diem. The bike is safe with me!" I'm tereak as well while slippage.

"How to drive a mbak that is not safe! This bike has my brother, Ma'am! I ngojek diem-diem. If the bike is damaged, my address can't go home, Mbaaaaak!"

"Yes it's his own fault why diem-diem! If the motor is damaged, it's because of bad karma!" I said I don't want to be wronged.

Was wes woss.

I'm gas pol, anyway I have to get there as fast as possible.

"Mbaaaaakkk! direeem mbaaak, in reeeemmm! there's a red light out front!" kang ojek storm bae.

And...

I was standing in front of the red light.

"Alhamdulillah, no mistress!" lirih kang ojeknya hotel. I wanted to laugh when I saw him sitting on his own knee with trembling hands.

Waiting 60 seconds is a long time.

all of a sudden...

Drrt...

drrr...

Hapeku. I checked it out from Andri's mas.

"Aaaapaaaaaaa?!" I reflect when I was told that the meeting place was moving.

"Aiiisshhhh! this must be the prince!" i'm dongkol.

"Yet Ijoooo!!!" the driver's hand jutted forward while waving that cepet.

Tinnn!

Tiiinn!

Klaksooon sound.

"Patience, napa!" I pakamin hape again continue to find a way to muter back.

"Well, mbaaaak? how about back again?" ask masnya.

"Replace change! I'll add the cost!" my words do not want to be disputed.

In the heart of Congkol really why also the meeting changed places, if you know the place deket same company, I do not need to speed is not clear as gini.

"Huh, want to nolongin Ragaku's soul should be slippery slippery as an eel!" ngedumel.

The time needed is twice as long as it should be.

And...

Cyiiiiiit!

I stopped at a Japanese restaurant.

My engine shuts down, before I get off the bike. And fitting nengok to kang ojeknya, tuh people already shoots really.

"No abrasions, right? not booty, right? I paid twice as much!" I love you a hundred thousand.

"Thank you, Mbaaak!" he said, he received the money following the helmet I was wearing.

I wear a hat and really my super big glasses.

Just a few steps I heard him mengedumel, "Nak bocel anyway not bocel! but the mistress already wants to deposit a life into an angel!"

I turned back, but the ojek kang who squirmed I immediately tancap gas.

"Isshhhhhh, it's been paid twice as much! no one is grateful! just be careful I don't want to order if he's the driver!" I'm repressing a really sprain.

And for a moment I realized, 'The meeting I dreamed of is now a reality', oh my goodness I can't even sing.

"Sir Ragaaa...!" I wanted my initial goal.

I rushed into the dalem and was greeted with Irasshaimase's words.

"Please, can I help you?"said one of the waiters who seemed really strange about my appearance. Yeah, well, it's a coffee shop uniform, they must think I'm here to pick up stuff or something.

But I didn't notice the servant's words, my eyes were looking for the figure of Mr. Raga.

"Nothing is there? are they moving resto again?" muttered.

"Sorry, mbaaak? not at the door!" the waiter tipped me off again.

"Ck, how patient are you, Mbaaak?" I said to the woman in black clothes.

"Excuse me, you're blocking our way!" said a man.

I turned around and saw someone standing arrogantly.