The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
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"Excuse me, sir.." I said awkwardly, pretending to be unfamiliar.

"Rachel says my eyes are always watching you!" said Mr. Raga.

"Curtain, supervise. We've got nothing to do, Paaak!" my inner. Honestly, I sprained a lot of people.

"What?" mr. Raga looked at me by raising his eyebrows.

"Be reasonable, don't look at me with such a seductive look!" said Mr. Raga.

"Not to be trusted! the jerky is permanent, it can't be helped, "my inner self.

"What's? there's work again!" mr. Raga ngibasin.

"Sir Ragaaaaa...!" call a woman.

I looked, and it turned out...

That figure is Enjel. He did not wear a special uniform.

He approached and I went out from in front of them. Those who live in a state of pretence.

"I didn't expect you to come here often!" he said, while my feet stepped towards the counter.

"Enjel, don't call me that!"

"Emang why? I'm now on vacation, so I'm free to call what? hem?" say mbak Enjel which is 180 degrees different.

While among them there is a heart that is stretched, sore.

"You think my heart is like song lyrics? If you like you like, if you don't like you swipe?" I look, while continuing my work to take the trolley, make the table already full of empty cups.

While I do not know myself, can really ngedenger Pak Raga chat equally mbak Enjel.

"What the hell are you, brother?is there anything else to look forward to?" ask mbak enjel.

"I'm just afraid you're sitting here!" sahut mr. Raga.

I'm the same cup with the same cup with Almeer.

"You just have to sleep, I'll finish the dirty glass and wash it backwards" said Almeer.

"Let me, this is my job, right? later if Mr. Chandra sees--"

"No. This is a teamwork. The other time the other must be bantuin," Serobot Almeer. He picked up the trolley and started pushing it to get an empty glass or plate.

I said 'thank you' without making a sound, when he looked at me who was slipping at the table. When I finished, I began to crisscross the other table. And when I want to go back to the counter, I accidentally Mr. Raga drinking coffee, but his eyes seemed to hit me.

"Why is he looking at me with that look? freaky!" I just finished it and went into the holy bantuin Almeer.

"What if there are so many visitors at this hour, Al?" ask me who washes hands and wants to help drive, wash dishes.

"Yes, it's a really good race again. That's why if there's less than one person, we're a club. It's like a fish lacking water" Almeer said.

"I'm the one who washes. Later if there is a coffee pesen, I continue to make it even strange taste. I haven't memorized the comparison yet" I found an excuse.

"Makanya, I'll teach you again. Until you're memorized and reliable in terms of brewing coffee,"

"Almeerr, I hope he's dating. Here's another order!" the word Revelation cuts our conversation.

"Who is also dating. Do not like to make rumors!" i explained.

"I went there first" said Almeer, he did not hear the talk earlier.

"Work woy work!" Almeer, ask Wahyu to come back to the cashier again.

"If you're not forgetting to eat!" mas Wahyu said before being dragged by Almeer to Dalem.

While I was washing glasses, and do not want to be said males. And just as I was going to the locker I saw a little shaven adek and white pants on. He stuck his hand in the locker where I put the bag.

"Woy! what's there? want to help, will you?" my snapping.

I immediately nyemperin tuh bocil, but at once he jentikian thumbs ama middle finger then.

Cteeek!

He said, doooooong!

"Who dares to stay here?!!!!" I'm a waist-tracker.

"Well, I have to check the wallet!"

I hurried to open the locker, and grabbed the wallet in the bag.

"Alhamdulillah, still intact! no one is saying!" my spoken.

I put my wallet back in the locker room.

"No really, no! who's doing that anyway?" I'm so sprained.

I came out with a big face. And make Almeer flirt.

"What's up, Chel?"

"There's uyul, Al.." I'm looking around at people who might be suspicious. But there's no. Maybe it's a random demon that came here.But why come in broad daylight like gini, it's really surprising that there is no standard work schedule for him wildly.

"Jul?" Almeer raised his eyebrows.

"The little devil who helped me with money!" my clear.

"She was I'm mergokin she's gonna take the money in my locker, Al.." I said.

"Never before this store was satronized uyul," said Almeer.

"Do no one bring a lot of money?" Almeer ngetuk-ngetukin chin with his finger, again thought he.

"Emang?"

"She can definitely sniff a lot of duitt, Chel. Although I know, tuh leak usually take one sheet only. It's also the biggest nominal" explained Almeer.

"Don't you bring a lot of money?" Almeer.

"Yes, at first I want to put it in the account through a cash deposit at an ATM," I said embarrassed.

"You know what, I'm transferring? but I received the money as well as cash like that anyway, afraid of the cross so I rush to give it to you," said Almeer.

"Well, lunchtime, will I drop off at the ATM?" ask Almeer.

"Yes, I'm asking for anterin's help, right? want to ride ojeg fear someone ngintilin," said I.

"Yes, let's go out" said Almeer.

Almeer and I went back to the front. I saw that Raga did not exist. Maybe he has returned to the office again, or maybe there is a similar affair mbak Enjel which is still a mystery what the relationship is the same Mr. Raga.

"Where? so no?" ask Almeer.

"Be,"

"Yes now, the shop is quiet too" said Almeer.

"Mas of Revelation, we're out right?!" Almeer took off the apron mounted on his waist, as did I.

"Hape has to go on!" the Wahyu ngingetin Almeer.

"Sip!" saith.

I took the bag out of the store with Almeer.

Suddenly though...

There was a hand that pulled me.