The Mystical Story of Rachel (Nolongin Galak Boss)
Not Worth Worrying

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

My heart was marathon again when it was stared at like this.

Highlight Mr. Raga's eyes sharp, "Give it now." he said.

I just goof off without taking my eyes off Mr. Raga's brown eyeballs. The button now turned to the hand of the man in front of me.

He touched my nose with his nose for a moment, then he spoke at a very close distance.

"I knew it from the beginning!" he said, then his hand touched my cheek.

Hands that make me electrocuted, yes it feels like there is an electric shock. Maybe this Raga sir besides being a half-electric human, he is also a half-cooker human. Yeah, 'cause ever since her hand was perched on my cheek, I felt my cheek skin heating up.

"I don't want you to be the target, so I try to keep my distance!" he said, now releasing his hands and returning to his seat.

"meaning?" now I'm not connected.

"Since I met Mr. Moreno, I know he tried to use a ghoib or something. So to make sure that what he did worked, I had to be weird. And my suspicions are right, he offered an unreasonable contract" Raga said.

"So? the one at the restaurant at the time?"

"You're too careless, you're staring at him too intensely. He almost fucked you! because if he doesn't concentrate on doing it, then the spell will fail" he said.

"Do you think Mr Raga knows?"

"Huh, in this world what do I not know?" he touched his chin, and a smile fell on his lips.

"Ck, can't be trusted!" gumamku.

"My eyes are indeed staring at Mr. Moreno, but the tail of my eyes can catch your movement. Entrepreneurs like me must have good instincts, because otherwise the company could have fallen because of the actions of competitors!" he said justify his suit.

"So you've been pretending to be amnesiac?"

"You think?" mr. Raga is back.

"Haiiush, indeed I am good at role-playing!" mr. Raga is back like Mr. Raga was before.

"And last night--"

"I know the sender of the coffee is you, and I've read what you wrote on the paper, too" he said.

"I can't be trusted, all this time it turns out I've been lied to," I said.

"Because you suck at pretending, so I have to do it myself. Not only you, but Andri I did not tell you," said Mr. Raga.

"If you know you're just pretending, I don't have to worry about you and try to help you," I looked at him like nothing.

"I just want to know how much Moreno Saputra is trying to cheat!" said it.

"And because of that, I've acted foolishly by coming here!"

Mr. Soul Raga does not know how I struggle to infiltrate his company night-night. And today I have to speed on the road because dapet info from Andri mas if Raga sir met with Moreno sir.

Just to take the mystical buttons I have to sacrifice my money for lunch that is not really the price.

If I knew Mr. Raga had known of Mr. Moreno's evil plans from the beginning, why would I also try to save him. You're ridiculous!"

"Oh yeah, sorry about Eyang. Sorry I couldn't defend you--"

"Sorry, Sir. My lunch hour is over. Thank goodness if you're okay, I'm sorry.." I bowed respectfully and opened the door. But again my hand was held.

"I'm sorry, but I have to work." I said in a flat tone, and let go of Mr. Raga's hand.

"Racheeeel!" shouted Mr. Raga.

I got out of my fat ex-boss' car, and did not care at all how hard he shouted, sabodo teuing.

I looked at the watch, "Aiiishhh, I'm too late!" I ran towards the store.

Fatty, but this is the fastest way than to order and wait for ojeg dateng.

After a long time, I finally arrived at the store.

"Where are you from, Racheeeel?" mas Wahyu Fatir. He looked over the hassles with the tray in his hand.

"Here let me," I took a tray of drinks from Fatir's hand.

"Table 12 yes!" said it.

"Siaaaap!" I rushed to the customer's desk.

"Silakaaan.." I said as I placed their order on the table.

I immediately picked up the trolley and picked up the dirty cups, and started wiping the table. I saw Almeer was busy making coffee. Sometimes I steal a glance at my friend.

"Forgot Raga, because it's time for work, Racheel!" I encourage myself in my heart.

My waist feels like a pegel for mercy back and forth with orders and, clean up the dirty table.

"It must be more tired Almeer who dariitadi stirred coffee!" I said squirming towards Almeer who was busy himself.

I pushed my trolley into the kitchen. And start washing

"Back you, Cheel?" ask me about Arni. He was gonna wash his hands, I rolled his body around.

"Uda, Mbaak. Um,"

"Haduuh, from 11 o'clock there were so many customers who entered. Almeer had not rested with Fatir, they were overwhelmed tuh! ah, this store needs more people," said Msbak Arni.

"Winter? not resting?"

"Don't take a break, make it hard to drink!" mbak Arni.

Instantly I feel guilty. I could have rested early but came back here almost two hours late, for someone who doesn't pantes to worry about at all.

"My hands taste very cape making cake," said mbak Arni.

"I check the oven first, yes" he continued.

"Yes, Mother..."

Immediately I finish the glass laundry. And I am Almeer's nyamperin who's making Matcha Frappe.

"Here let me anterin, you haven't rested, have you? sorry it's late!" I said grabbing the tray that was in Almeer's hands.

"What table?" my many.

"9" he said.

"There eat first" I pointed to the break room with my chin.

"But--"

"Udah, eat first, later you can hurt if your stomach is emptied later!" my words do not want to be disputed.

"Well, I went inside" said Almeer, who then entered the dugout.

While I take this drink to table number 9.

"Please...?" I put the drink on the table and immediately went back to the counter.

But just want to mingle the table at the counter, Mr. Chandra dateng.

"Rachel, after hours come home, you meet me in the room!" said mr. Chandra.

"L-yes, sir." I replied nervously.

"Yes, get on with your work!" mr. Chandra orders, he goes back to his room.

I tepokin my own jidat, "This must be because I took a long break! yes, only two working days to be spursaaat?" i'm ngenes.

"Today is fucking shit!" I said while glazing the table.