Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-21 Learn to Wash

Arriving home, Sean was still grumbling. He walked up the stairs followed by Lorena. Fitting in the hallway, Lorena stopped. Sean entered his room without speaking. Lorena was speechless, she was starting to think seriously now. It seems like the joke this time is really outrageous. He feels guilty. His legs that were going to his room did not so, he walked to Sean's room door.

Tok tok! Door knocked.

“Sean! I want to talk!” said Lorena. There is no answer from within.

“See aan, I'm sorry, I'm kidding outrageous! I didn't know Vanessa was your brother and not your boyfriend! I'm sorry!” said Lorena.

Sean was in the room just sitting on the bed. Let the woman speak for herself. The woman really made him dizzy.

“See aan, you want to forgive me right?” ask Lorena.

Sean still did not reply, making Lorena lethargic. Sean wouldn't have forgiven him. Huh! He complains.

Lorena finally returned to her room, because Sean's bedroom door was still closed.

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In a spacious office room, there appeared an elderly woman who looked still beautiful, sitting leaning on her work chair.

“So Sean already has a steady girlfriend now? And she lives with her lover?” ask a man.

“True Mistress. That's what Vanessa said,” replied the man who was also aged.

“Now it's not 30 years old, is it? And the will was read when he was 30?” ask the beautiful woman again.

“True Mistress. Now Young Master Sean is holding a contest to find his future wife,” replied the man.

“If he has a girlfriend why does he make the contest everything?” ask the woman who turned out to be Sean's mother. The man did not answer.

“Shouldn't she have to stay home with that woman, it would tarnish the family's good name. He should have just left his woman like he always did. The woman is also definitely not a good woman, she will only target her property,” said her mother Sean.

“But that's not good Mistress, young master Sean will be easier to marry, and by the time he's 30, he's already had a child before the will is read,” the man said.

“You're right too. It is a pity that the legacy falls to others,”, his mother Sean said. The man nodded.

“So do you think I better get her married to her boyfriend?” ask Sean's mother.

“So is better too. Rather than getting a wife from the results of a contest that might just be chasing a prize alone, it is better to marry her to her boyfriend,”.

“Try to find out who that woman is? Actually I don't want Sean to marry a woman who is not worth it, I'm afraid Sean played with a woman who only chases his money,” said his mother Sean.

“Good Mistress, I'll find out who that woman is,” said the man.

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Until the next day, Lorena doesn't see Sean having breakfast at the dinner table. She had breakfast alone in a doldrums. He feels guilty if it's right to get Sean in trouble. She should not have confessed to being her lover. If Vanessa gets to Sean's mother's report, Sean's mother will be upset.

Did he just move out of this house? If his mother thinks like that, keep telling Sean to marry him how? Should she marry Sean? The guy who fights with her every day? A nosy guy who likes to annoy her? Cannot be! It was a real nightmare.

“Pak Sean didn't have breakfast?” ask Mr. Roby.

“Pak Sean had breakfast in the room only,” replied Mr. Roby.

“Sir, I know that she's Sean's cousin?” lorena asked, looking at Mr. Roby.

“Sepupu away from her mother. If his father is an only child, and Mr. Sean is also an only child,” replied Mr. Roby.

Lorena mangosteen mangosteen. He even bent the elbow of his left hand on the table, and his palm patted his own cheek, like he was thinking.

“What if his mother told me to marry Sean?” gumamya.

“Isn't that good?” said Mr. Roby who still heard Lorena's murmur.

“What's good? I can't possibly marry such a nosy man! We will definitely fight!” lorena.

Mr. Roby just shut up. There is a point too, they are like cats and dogs that are constantly hostile.

“How about I just move out of this house?” ask Lorena.

“Why?” ask Mr. Roby.

“From me being married to him! I better get out of this house!” answer Lorena. Mr. Roby was silent.

“But my income will not be enough to rent a house as good as this, nor will I be able to hire a waiter. If I stay here, I can pay later after the contest is over,” lorena complained. He used to live happily, if it turns out that now he lives mediocre with a simple, it will make him suffer greatly.

“I can not go home, I already join this contest,”, Lorena said again.

Lorena still continued to pat her cheeks.

“And the cat, why did the cat run off his underwear? He's getting mad at me. What if the cat dropped her panties on the neighbor's house and the neighbor posted them on social media? Sean will absolutely hate me, I feel guilty,” lorena complained, while slipping her head to the table.

Mr. Roby just kept quiet, no more words. He also confused the relationship of these two people like that.

A female servant approached Lorena.

“Nona, all detergents of various types of brands are already in the laundry room,” said the maid.

“Yes well, thanks. I'll go over there and wash his clothes Sean,” Lorena said.

After breakfast, Lorena went straight to the laundry room.

Sean was in his room bored, his body was better now. Maybe tomorrow he can start working. Sean finally left his room. Just as the day before her house was very quiet, there was no more noise of the woman's voice. His life felt calm and peaceful without the presence of the trouble-making woman.

He walked to the dining room. He stood staring at the showcase looking at the fruits there. It seemed like he wanted fresh fruit to make his body fresh again.

Suddenly he heard a cry. He sharpened his hearing. Right, someone's crying! Who's crying that? Sean finally looked for the sound of crying. The longer the closer the sound of crying from the laundry room.

“Who is crying in the laundry room?’ her mind. He bent his head and saw a crying person sitting on a short chair, staring at the two reddened palms. The room was full of laundry basin basin.

“Huhuu my hand!” said the woman who was crying was Lorena.

“Where is this? My hands are very poignant huhuhu..” She kept crying, wiping her tears with the tip of her elbow.

Sean went into the laundry room, saw the laundry soaking and then on Lorena.

“What's up? Why are you crying?” ask Sean.

“My hands, my hands are detergent, and burning, red red is very hot huhuhu.” he said as he sobbed his palms out toward Sean.

Sean looked at Lorena's red hand, in his heart Sean shaved, the woman hit the stone as well.

“Why did President Sam make a contest this heavy? Huhuhuhu.” lamented Lorena again.

Sean wanted to laugh at her, but seeing the tears on Lorena's cheeks, he felt sorry.

“Have you treated?” ask Sean.

“Already but still feels hot, huhuhu..” Lorena replied, still sobbing sob.

“Keep how?” sean asked, his heart became melted seeing Lorena continue to cry.

“My laundry is not finished yet, I do not know what the results are like,” Lorena replied.

“So what should I do?” ask sean. Look at that laundry.

“Can you see my phone?” ask Lorena.

Sean took another short chair and sat down next to Lorena, taking Lorena's handphone on a short chair again near the laundry. Behind the phone that has been wrapped in plastic transparat, there are ways to wash manually.

“Try reading,” says Lorena.

“Prepare water and give detergent with adjusted dose, then stir and let it dissolve,” read Sean.

 “You have dissolved the detergent “ Sean said

“Sudah”

“Enter clothes soak for 15-30 minutes, has it been soaked?”

“Already,” replied Lorena.

“Take clothes and save on the rinsing,” read Sean, while staring at the rinsing. He just saw the house there was a flushing.

“Handphone is stored in my lap only, I read it,” said Lorena.

“Yes already you read it,” said Sean, save the phone in Lorena's lap.

Then Sean stood back up to stretch his trousers to the calf and moved his seat to the wet floor area. In front of him was already a basin containing soaking laundry.

“Take a soaked shirt, first look at the dirty part of the shirt

usually the collar part,” said Lorena, reading the article.

“My shirt collar isn't dirty,” Sean said, saving his shirt over the flushing.

“Ya pretended to be dirty,” says Lorena.

“Clean brush,” Further Lorena. Sean picked up the brush and brushed the shirt collar stiffly.

“Then brush also the end of the sleeve and the end of the pocket,” read lorena.

Sean worked on it, brushing the end of the sleeve and the pocket end of the shirt.

“Have, what else?” ask Sean.

“After that I rubbed all,” said Lorena.

“Bangaimana how to rub ngueknya?” ask Sean.

“This is the video, you see,” Lorena answered playing the video, shown to Sean by holding the plastic end of the wrap, because her hand was still sore.

“Well so how to rub nguceknya,” said Lorena. Sean saw the video and put it into practice.

“Betul not so?” ask Sean. Lorena saw the way Sean rubbed the clothes and then on his handphoen.

“Yes right,” says Lorena. Sean suddenly stopped.

“What's up?” ask Lorena.

“This is why I washed?” sean asked, looking at Lorena.

“What?” Loren was staring at Sean.

“You are the one who participated in the contest, why am I the one who washed?” ask Sean. Lorena also woke up. Sean's right, why is Sean washing?

“It's not your fault, you're the one who wants to wash,” said Lorena.

“Then I was the one washing? No no,” complained Sean.

“But, but my hand hurts,” said Lorena.

“Ya already do not participate in the contest tomorrow,” Said Sean while washing his hands and standing.

“Can't, I've already arrived here, want to continue,” said Lorena

“Yes but I didn't wash them,” Sean said.

“Sean you have the heart for me? My hand hurts, I want to see the results of the laundry!” exclaiming Lorena.

“You ask the waiter for help, I don't want to, why am I the one who washes?”  sean grumbled as he walked out of the washing room.

“Sean! Hand hurts! Huhu you don't want to help me?” lorena shouted, crying. Sean has disappeared.

In his room he kept grumbling. Why is he with that woman like a fool? Just want to be told, grunt in the heart. But he remembered Lorena's red-red hand, she definitely couldn't enter the contest. The phone calls Sam.

“Sam, I'm still sick, you're postponing it for two more days,” he said.

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