The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Bajanya Ngemun

"Don't go yet!" said Mr. Raga. He then let go of his hand

I looked down, stood like a statue. With the occasional real glasses that sag.

"I have to make sure what you bring!" said Mr. Raga.

"Sorry, Sir! I have to get back to work!" i reasoned.

"I said wait wait wait!" firmly Mr. Raga.

"Ck! he said tell me to keep putting away. Lah, why are you arrested like all gini, siiiiiiihhhh?" my mind thrashed.

"It's rude to turn my back like that!stand up right!" said Mr. Raga.

My position was to go to the door that automatically mungungungin Pak Raga.

"I'm sorry, sir.." I twisted my body and took a few steps back.

In my ears felt the sound of 'juk gijak-gijuk gijak-gijuk train departing.', uh eh eh kok even so dangdutaan. Moon maap moon maap, my goodness when the atmosphere kayak gini I even become absurd myself.

A seettt!

Seeett!

Mr. Raga is starting to open up, I'm bowing. I dare not raise my face, I dare not. Diem aja while enjoying the sound of srek srek srek srek srek pak Raga ngeluarin one-on-one food that he received.

"You know the rules he read after I left this office. It's the same way I can take my own life. Oh my Rachel, Rachel. That's not helping you!!" my inner.

"What's this?"

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

My heart rate is like running a marathon.

And what I'm worried about is happening too. Mr. Raga took out a paper from the small bag on his desk.

"Cancel your meeting with Mr. Moreno. He's malicious, if you don't believe you can investigate" Mr. Raga read my writing.

"Who told you to?" ask Mr. Raga.

"There's no way my brother William would send a message like this!" mr. Raga stood up.

He walked over to me, while I retreated backwards.

"Say, who sent the coffee?" mr. Raga took a step forward and I took a step back, I did not dare to look at Mr. Raga's face at all.

"I don't know, Sir..."

"There's no way you don't know! you're the one with the coffee, and the paper's in that little bag you're carrying!" mr. Raga is after me. Now I'm really cornered.

"I'm just delivering orders. My job is done, I'm sorry.." I turned around.

But...

Greeeepp!

He hugged me from behind.

"Rachel.." she said.

But I didn't move at all. No way Mr. Raga is being rich. I must be dreaming again.

Plaque!

Plaque!

Plaque!

I slap my own cheek back and forth.

"Heeeyy! what are you doing?" snapped by Raga.

I shook my head too.

"I checked it!" said Mr. Raga.

"Your job is done, right? you can get out!" said Mr. Raga. He sat in his chair.

"It wasn't Raga.." I said hanging. I ducked, took off my glasses for a moment, and rubbed my eyes. And yes, sir, my body soul to you is always me again sitting in a chair, with a flat face.

"Astaghfirullah," I realized for a moment. If that scene was only in my daydream. Yes, in fact Mr. Raga just bent his eyes into the bag. No stuff he took out.

"Wait what else?" mr. Raga's voice went up one level.

"Ehm, yeah! excuse me, sir.." I said to Mr. Raga. I turned around and left the room.

"Gosh, it turns out that Raga sir came closer and hugged me just in my mind, just in time to daydream while kayak gini, not really you Racheeel!" I groaned I was noyor head myself.

"Well done, Mommy?" the voice of Satpam ngagetin sir me.

"Astaghfirullah, sir! My father is a demon suddenly nongol! huuuwhhh," I said to the security guard who wanted me to go up to this floor. While I sniffed my chest, so surprised.

Mr. Satpam did not say anything else, while I followed him from behind. In hatik, I hope that Raga sir meningan do not need to be involved in cooperation with Mr. Moreno.

Just as my steps reached the front of the elevator, the iron door opened. Feel queen ye if you think gini, we want to pass 'seeeett' the door directly to himself.

Ting!

Satpam and I entered the elevator hall. Pak Satpam pulled the lobby floor. The elevator went down below. But this abis down several floors, suddenly the elevator goes up again.

A sreeeeettt!

Ting!

We'll be on the 20th floor again.

"The lift is broken what the hell?" muttered.

Without saying much or mengedumel, Pak Satpam pulled the door close button and click the lobby button.

Then the door closed again and the elevator moved down.

And happened again the old story that repeated againiii, 🎶🎵

Jeep! this new elevator goes down and goes up again. Feels in the same prank as the iron box.

"Sorry, Sir! this is the elevator's broken, huh?" I went to Satpam sir. But the one who was asked didem aja, and swiped the lobby button again.

"Mending on the other elevator, sir!" my continue.

But Mr. Satpam did not answer.

Sakarepmu wae, sir. Asked if he was diem. All hours of work in this office there is no elevator event stuck, let alone damaged. If Mr. Raga knows, can be kicked by people who maintain the maintenance of the elevator.

Fortunately, this time the elevator was. He continued downward. Just be careful if you go up again, I tabok the door later.

I looked up, the number went down.

"The seal is also my neck is mostly nduk daritadi," I gerakin neck with a little incandescent.

I stand behind Mr. Satpam, so if my face is aligned like this he will not know too.

Turn down, but no nyampe-nyampe down. But if I go to Pak Satpam, he will not answer. And that's a waste of energy.

I took nyender on the iron wall that if I met the skin it feels very nyesss. This is long loading, or use slow motion motion, down one floor already like aki-aki narik rickshaw.

If I think this way, fitting me out of the lift already wrinkled skin and hair already gray hair all, so long so liftbini move.

"Oh my goodness, the new daritadi nyampe 10th floor, what the hell is ama this magic door? make a sprain!" I was so scared in my heart.

New also hutokin, finally this door down to the lobby, and immediately the door was open.

Ting!

I got out of the elevator and walked towards the exit. However, Mr. Satpam who brought me to the room of Mr. Raga came from the front, ucluk-ucluk road like me.

"Eh, have you come down by yourself, Ma'am? sorry, I had a call to the post. Ma'am in the dalem of Pak Raga's room was long, so I stayed a while! thank goodness I'm not straying!" said Mr. Sattam.

"If you say abis from the post, it continues to be the same one in the elevator as me who, Paaaaak?" I look back.