Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-2 Flyer Contest

POV

My name is Lorena Ayala, I'm English and Dutch. My face is beautiful and I am a descendant of a wealthy noble.

Besides my beautiful face, I also have a good education history, a brilliant career, I am the perfect girl.

But make no mistake, with all my advantages it turns out I have one deficiency. Was it? I am a true jomblowati. I don't have a boyfriend! Is there something wrong in me? This perfect girl has no boyfriend? Impossible! But that's the truth. It turns out that with all my advantages it actually makes men go away, they feel inferior to me, they only like me only in the heart.

I'm 26 years old and I barely have a girlfriend for years. My last boyfriend only lasted a week, because on my birthday, my dad gave me a fancy car present, and my boyfriend just gave me a ring, after which he just disappeared.

These days, my sister Laura has been giving away a pile of wedding invitation letters from our friends. I just stared at the pile. When did I get married? Laura came to my office a few times.

“An invitation letter again?” ask me that time.

“Not,” answered Laura, shaking her head, while giving a sheet of illustrated paper.

“What is it?” ask me, while accepting it and reading it. My eyes immediately widened in shock.

“Contes Become President's Wife!” I said, reading that leaflet.

“How about you just join this show? It seems like a President will not be inferior to you, and you will not be afraid of the man deciding on you again,” Laura said.

“I don't like events like this, make what?” my complaint is not interested.

“Then you won't get married? I will also soon be married to Anton,” Laura said.

“You're right,” I nodded.

“If you keep quiet waiting for the man who came to propose to you, you're old. What's wrong with you joining this contest,” said Laura, sitting in front of my desk.

“Try to see what the requirements are,” I said back then.

“Terms : Must be beautiful,” Laura start reading.

“I'm beautiful,” I replied.

“Sweet,” says Laura.

“I'm sweet,” I replied, although a bit confused why should it be beautiful and sweet too?

“Not married.”

“I'm not married.”

“No girlfriend,” read Laura.

“I don't have a boyfriend. Wah can-can many contest participants who decided her boyfriend first to join the contest if this is the requirement, can-can the girlfriends who decided to demo on this event!” I said.

“Yang has a free event just want to make what terms,” said Laura.

“Ya has continued,” I said, sitting leaning back, listening to Laura read.

“Should be able to cook, wash clothes, iron, sweep and mop floors, clean clean house,” read Laura.  Makes me draw my face closer to her.

“This is for a future wife what is a household assistant?” many, astonishment.

“This will be just a contest, later if you are married to the President, the hell time you have to do it all, definitely not,” said Laura.

“This is to assess our electricity side,” continued Laura.

I looked at Laura.

“The problem is I can't do all that. Where ever I cooked a sweep, there's all the assistants working on it,” I said.

Laura looked back at me.

“You should also learn so that you will become a good wife and mother,” said Laura.

“Then I don't come, I fail, I can't do it all, I will fail.” I shook my head that time.

“Do not do that. This is the only chance, but there is a President who is looking for a future wife!” Laura kept pressing.

“What's more terms?” my many.

“Liking kids,” Laura replied.

“Liking kids? I don't like kids! They are noisy, naughty, likes to run around in obscurity, they also jump on the chair, I don't like kids!” seruku, shaking their heads.

Laura looked at me again.

“It's just a contest, just follow it, no problem,” Laura said.

“Yes well, if not pass is also okay,” I said. Then I remembered something.

“Eh The president is handsome no? Don't-don't be old and ugly,”accuse me.

“Very handsome! Here is a picture of him,” Laura shows a picture of a handsome man.

“You are right, he is quite handsome,” I replied.

“Not good anymore, he is very handsome and cool!” exclaim Laura.

“If I don't already want to marry Anton, I will join this event,” continued Laura.

“Hemmm.you are so..” my sneer at Laura who even laughed.

“Where is the address? When does the show start?” my many.

“This is the address. You have to register first fill out the form, and so,” Laura replied, while giving the sheet, I grabbed it.

I looked again at the sheet and the picture of the man. Pretty handsome, no harm in trying. So get me ready for the capital to hunt the man, ups, not hunting, contest.

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In Sean's study.

Tok tok tok tok

There was a sound of someone knocking on the door, with no answer from Sean, he went straight in. Sam came straight to Sean's desk. He kept a pageant and a key.

Sean looked up at the table. He thought it was like that, and then read it.

“You installed your photos too?” ask Sean.

“Of course, I show you? Like a model photo,” replied Sam proudly.

“Do you make photos of everything?” ask Sean.

Sean nodded.

“You're right, and what key is this?” ask Sean.

“That's a rented house key for you,” replied Sam.

“Contract house for me?” sean asked, not understanding.

“While you have to move house. You can't stay at your house, can't be my president. What if someone's stalking me home? So forced as an assistant you stay in the rented house,” replied Sam.

Sean looked at Sam.

“You're even troubling me!” grouch Sean.

“Eits don't get mad just yet. You've already given everything to me, you have to follow the rules, you judge the participants from behind right? So you can animate your job as an assistant,” Sam replied, leaving Sean even more confused.

“You take it easy, all facilities are complete, also a full waiter, you will not lack anything, you just move house,” said Sam.

“Yes yes well,” grumbled Sean.

“But remember my terms right?” ask Sean.

“Yes I know, the woman who shakes your heart,” replied Sam.

“When did I see that house? I'm busy,” Sean replied.

“Later in the afternoon, if our meeting has been sorted out, we immediately see the house. Or you can start occupying the house,” Sam said.

The sound of the door being knocked. Sean and Sam turned to the door. Sean's secretary came in.

“Pak Samuel, you so follow the employee workshop later in the afternoon?” ask Sean's secretary to Sam.

“Oh yes, I have a workshop,” said Sam, then turned to Sean.

“Pak Sean, it looks like I can't take you to see the house. I have an employee workshop schedule later in the afternoon. You can see the house yourself, right?” said Sam, who called Sean as Pak if in front of other employees.

“Yes already, you just keep the address!” said Sean.

Sam sat down on the chair and wrote an address, opened the phone, and put it on Sean's desk.

“This is the address,” said Sam. Sean took it and read it.

“Grand Valley number 36,” read Sean. Then he looked at Sam.

“Sam!” call him.

“What?” sam asked, looking back at him.

“Do I really have to make this contest?” ask Sean.

“Yes how else, you should be married at the age of 30 and have children. You should get married soon,” Sam said.

“The problem is I also want to marry the woman I love,” Sean said.

“You don't worry, out of the thousands of participants who signed up there must be something you like, you must be sure,” said Sam encouragingly.

“Alright, I'll try it,” replied Sean.

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By the afternoon…

Lorena stopped her car on the side of the street. In his hand was a piece of paper that read an address.

“Grand Valley number 63.” read it.

“Looks like I have to ask, from here where to go to Grand Valley,” murmured. I saw a mini market in front of me.

“Ah try to ask the security guard, all buy drinks,” said Lorena, he also returned to run his car to the mini market.

After parking his car, he slipped the paper in his bag, then got out of his car.

The guard nodded kindly as he approached her.

“Excuse me sir, I'm looking for Green valley address, which way is it?” ask Lorena.

“Oh Green Valley? Not far, just a few more kilos,” replied the security guard.

 As they spoke suddenly there was someone who ran over and pulled Lorena's sling bag, making Lorena surprised.

“Jambret!” His shouting.

“Pak! My bag snatched!” he shouted again at the security guard. He tried to chase with the security guard. That guy ran really fast. The people around seemed to be helping out with the run but it seemed that the snatcher had gotten to know the location of the place, quickly the snatcher disappeared.

Lorena stopped her legs with fatigue. Wallets and cellphones are in the bag all, all ruined by the snatcher.

Gasping for breath with the cape chasing the snatch, the security guard had returned from his pursuit and approached him.

“Sorry, the snatcher was not overtaken,” said the security guard.

“It's okay sir, thank you,” Lorena replied.

“Are you going to report to the police?” ask security.

“Yes maybe later, I will go to Green Valley first,” Lorena replied.

“You still remember the address?”  ask security.

“Iya, Green Valley number 36,” replied Lorena, while adjusting her breath that gasps with soy sauce.

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