The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Don't Think Mr. Raga

Stomach is full, laundry is gone. Run in packing for loundry.

Just two days of work, I'm tired of my waist. I don't know how many times I cleaned the table and washed the dishes. But tonight I need a cabe coyo, so I can make work again tomorrow.

"Ck, I hope there's some good news from Almeer, because my money's broken today. Geez eat what kind of doang doang abis 500 thousand more," murmured me.

And when inget pak Raga guooondok really feel.

"My money is wasted only on people whose lives are full of pretenses!" I pulled the blanket over my chest.

Newly brushed, uh hapeku dong sound.

"My winner's deal wants to buy your bike. Later for the name and other letters, you will receive a clean sheet. I'll take care of it" I read Almeer's chat.

"really? is this me not kaaaan's dream??" I tepokin my cheek a few times to realize that I was in a dream.

I immediately typed a thank you note and sent it to Almeer's number. I finally got a good night's sleep. Where is the windfall, even though my heart languishes because my bike must be sold.

For a moment I took Raga's face. His face in the car was a lot different when I saw him at the restaurant.

"Danishh, Racheeeeel. He cheated on you, you still have it. Your brain is just like that heater, equally short!" I'm a pillow gebugin, even I bite the end of his pillowcase so irritated as the boss rich but his jerky outside perish.

I saw again, really want to remove his contact Mr. Raga. But the fingers can't handle it. Ah, I'm weak.

"Why does he always do what he pleases!" mummify me while putting the hape on the bed.

These two days I've been like a lost man, used to snup people talk, disguised as a coffee courier, speeding in the streets like a doormat, and lastly hiding like a stalker. Fatally, I almost lost my job because of the man whose age had touched the head of three.

"From now on don't mind that fierce guy, Racheel. He's like olive oil if you're just a sweet oil that has been through 5 filters, 5 times used fried, until the items are the color!" I'm talking to myself.

If you have been struggling like a gini, it means that I am tired and have to sleep.

"Physical and spiritual omnipresence on behalf of Rachel Faradilla, thank you and sorry for today. Hopefully tomorrow a lot of luck will be with you, hopefully." I said before closing my eyes.

In my heart, I hope there are no other distractions tonight. Because my body is tired, I have to work tomorrow. If you want to disturb, just disturb Mirna the queen of wasps. If I'm a good boy, then let me sleep well tonight.

As requested, tonight I can drift into dreamland without anything bothering my ears. But not with Mr. Raga, in fact my mind betrayed me. Because of what, the face of the haughty, arrogant and also all-female man stopped by in a dream that should be beautiful because I met the idol, the idol, must be tainted with the arrival of Mr. Raga who pulled me from the crowd of fans. I was pulled away, just stuck out my hand trying to reach the Korean man who made my heart frown.

"Yahoooooo!!" i'm yelling.

"Hoahh, it turns out I was just dreaming...?! yes ampuun .. hhh .. who was it? whose face is tdaiii?!!" I'm trying to catch my breath, account to see Mr. Raga's face. I swerved to the right and to the left, nyari hape in bed.

"It's only 5 o'clock in the morning, hoaaammmph.." I put again hape, and go up in the blanket. The air is still cold, it can shake my legs if I go in the bathroom to flush my body.

"It's lucky that the guy broke the line, and got into my dream! huufh, in a dream she sucks, especially in real life? oh, my God, what the hell is the same with me? Huuufhhh, why did his face suddenly appear like a nightmare!" I climbed again a blanket to the neck, I was still half sleepy. But my mind drifted back to two things, red buttons and coconut shells.

"I have to sleep for another half hour, to drive away the rest of the nightmare," I want to break. I hope Raga doesn't come a second time.

But my life was destined to be far from calm. New also ngeliyep bertar wakeku sound, some call early in the morning.

"Hallowwh?" I'm with a hoarse voice.

"Chelk, Chel. I went to your boarding this morning, right? semalem I was charged money to pay for the bike. My friend has business out of town in the next week, so can not immediately meet you, which is obviously the price cincay! you have nothing to lose" Almeer's voice greeted my ears, he was so excited.

The word 'money' opened my eyes at once.

"Where, how? motorcycle money?" I'll definitely be back again.

"Yes the motor money. Don't tell me you changed your mind about selling that bike?" Almeer was worried.

"Ah, no. I didn't change my mind! I'm just shocked by the word money" I said honestly

"Thank God, I don't think you're selling. Your reaction was like that, making me afraid!" Almeer.

"So, so it is. Yeah, I've been waiting at the boarding house. Call if you want to come here," said I who saw the clock, time to pray at dawn.

"Okay, bye..." Almeer shut the phone.

Maybe the good things that come to me are the result of good karma that I always do in life.

I heard the same car again.

"No way that's the sound of Raga's car, Racheeel. Why is he here too? I think there is no work! nope, nope. Remove the man from your mind, Racheeeel.." I convinced myself.

"What part do you want to look at? being chased is also useless. And who knows it's not the car, Mr. Soul Raga. Remember Rachel, she's olive oil and you're oil or wasp oil. So do not expect the same people who do not match you! angel, Racheeeel. It could be his attitude, he said only limited to pretending," I said again.

Yeah, I better focus on living my own life. Rather than thinking of someone who can take care of himself.

The sun is moving fast, the light has greeted us the living creatures that have started the activity this morning.

Drrrtt!

Drr!

My hape sounds.

"Hey, Rachel. I'm downstairs, get down!" almeer said on the phone without waiting for my answer.

"Duiiiiit, I'm comiiiing!" I said with great enthusiasm today.