Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-25 Clothes washing competition (part 2)

“He cheated Sir, wearing gloves!” exclaim the participant who reported Lorena.  His loud voice provoked a lot of attention of all the participants. All eyes looked towards Lorena and towards her glove.

The committee approached Lorena.

“Why are you wearing gloves?” ask committee.

“My hand is allergic to detergents,” Lorena replied, her heart is really pessimistic, it looks like it will fall, completely fall. Wherever standing.

The man looked at the other committee.

“How is this? He should be disqualified,” he said.

Hearing the word disqualification made Lorena even more agitated, she completely failed to enter this contest.

“You're right, he's cheating,” says the other.

Seeing that there were rames in one of the participants, Sam and Sean who were in the tent felt interested and asked the committee who came to them.

“Sorry sir, there are participants who cheat, so it will be declared dead right now,” said the person who came.

“Cheat? What do you mean cheating?” ask Sam.

“He wears gloves,” the committee replied.

Hearing the name of the glove, Sean spontaneously woke up from his seat. Is that Lorena? His inner.

Sam immediately followed the committee, Sean hurriedly followed him.

It turns out Lorena was accused of cheating. Sean saw the woman's face look pale, he felt unbearable to see it.

Sam looked at Lorena.

“Why are you wearing gloves,”thanya Sam.

“I'm allergic to detergents,” Lorena replied.

“I'm also allergic to detergents don't wear gloves! Must be fair dong!” it sounded wrong as a participant shouted.

“But I really can't stand detergent,” Lorena replied lethargicly, she was really desperate.

Sean pulled Sam Spaya's hand away from this crowd.

“What's up?” ask Sam.

“I gave him the glove,” replied Sean.

“What?” Sam's surprised.

“He is allergic to detergents, his hands will be red red. She cried all day at my house because her hands were allergic,” Sean said.

“But how yes, the problem is that other participants also do not use gloves, they are also many who are allergic to detergents. You should know, all the average participants from the upper middle class, must be everyday they do not wash in his house, so not just Lorena,” replied Sam.

“I don't want him disqualified, pity him,” Sean replied.

“Why are you paying attention to him? Aren't you the one who wanted him disqualified from the start? You want him to go home, right?” ask Sam.

“Not so, I can't bear to have him fall because of my gloves,” Sean replied.

“Yes even if you don't give her gloves, still she will fail if her detergent allergy,” said Sam.

Sean looked at Sam.

“You are making a race like –just, which is my wife I will not ask to wash,” grumbled Sean.

“Why do you blame me? You gave it all to me yourself, you don't even care who the participants are. I got dizzy thinking about the woman who can make you fall in love, I have to how else?” sam says he's upset about being blamed by Sean.

Sean was silent.

“Yes I'm just trying so you can have time to choose the woman you like in each race,” replied Sam.

“So how now? There's another way Lorena doesn't fall?” ask Sean.

“Actually using gloves is not a problem because we do not make that rule, just maybe we will be attacked by other participants, this will be a problem, we are considered unfair by them, we are considered unfair by them,” Sam replied, making Sean confused, he did not have the heart if Lorena had to die.

A committee approached them.

“Pak how? The show keeps going,” the person said.

Sam looked at sean.

“Let's go there again,” take Sam. Sean nodded, they headed for the crowd earlier.

“Pak, he must be disqualified, he can not follow the next race, he fell,” said the committee.

Hearing the word fall, made Lorena's heart sad. He really lost. All his sacrifices were in vain.

Sam looked at Lorena.

“You have two choices. If you want to continue this race without gloves, you can continue. Otherwise, it means you're dead, ” said Sam, staring at Lorena. Everyone was silent nobody spoke.

“I, I can't go on, I'm allergic to detergents,” Lorena replied, looking down.

Sean couldn't bear to see it. But he could not defend Lorena in front of the people anymore, later he judged them favoritism.

“Alright then you are declared dead,” replied Sam. Hearing those words made Lorena sad, she really wanted to cry.

“Sorry,” says Sam.

“Yes, it's okay,” Lorena replied.

The committee again gave an announcement to the participants to continue the race.

Lorena tidied up her things, she walked lethargicly leaving her lapel.

“You are dead?” ask Indri. Lorena nodded, without saying anything more. She must accept this decision, she fails, she will not be the President's wife again.

Sean looked at Lorena walking away. The participants started washing again.

Sean stared at the glove on the lapel, taking it. Then he looked at Sam.

“You have to think of a way so that he can enter the race again,” whispered Sean.

“How to? It's a knockout system. If you like him, you apply him,” Sam said.

“What? Liked it? No not that, I just pity him,” Sean said.

“Sean, however, the winner of this contest is only one person. You're going to marry one man, you have to remember that,” Sam said.

Sean was silent. How'this? She can't have Lorena dead.

He left Sam.

“Where are you going?” ask Sam.

Sean parked his car in front of the terrace. The door is still closed, because Mr. Roby does not know that he will be home before afternoon.

When he opened the door, his house looked empty. Her eyes were fixed straight upstairs, was Lorena home?

“Pak Sean, you're home not yet time!” suddenly Mr. Roby appeared from inside the house.

“Woman where is it?” ask Sean.

“Nona Lorena?” ask Mr. Roby.

“Who else?” ask Sean.

“He's in his room,” replied Mr. Roby.

Sean said nothing more, he headed for the woman's room, from outside the sound of her crying. The woman was crying.

Sean wanted to talk but he was confused. His hand was about to knock on that door but he was afraid to disturb him. Maybe Lorena wants to be alone.

Sean was sitting in their room-separating chair. He listened to the woman cry. He became sad. Is Lorena really going home? He got up from his seat and went down the stairs.

“You'll go again?” ask Mr. Roby.

“Iya I'm going to the office,” replied Sean.

“Did the woman say she was coming home?” ask Sean.

“Nona said nothing, she just went straight into her room,” replied Mr. Roby.

Sean stepped out of his house.

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In Sean's office.

“What's up? You know I'm busy at the race location,” asked Sam, sitting on the couch.

“I want the woman back in the race,” said Sean.

“How to? It's a knockout. From the beginning I've invited you to see the girls you like, so that in the race can be tricked if he does not pass. But you don't want to. If this is how it all has already been I am confused how to?” ask Sam.

“Not a problem like it or not. I can't have him killed. She just kept crying in her room,” Sean said.

Sam looked at Sean.

“You have an idea so he can join the rhythmic race?” ask Sam.

“Come,” replied Sean.

“Lorena also must have felt strange why she fell but could join the next race?”ask Sam.

Sean did not speak anymore, his head throbbing confused as to what to do.

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In the afternoon, Sean came home from work. This time, Roby opened the door for him.

“Where is that woman?” ask Sean.

“There is a room,” replied Mr. Roby.

“He didn't leave the room from noon earlier?” ask Sean.

“No, miss just kept crying all day. He is very sad, all the servants are also sad,” replied Mr. Roby with a sad face.

“Somewhat happened to him,” continued Mr. Roby.

Sean was confused. He had yet to find a way to pass Lorena to the next round.

He finally walked towards Lorena's room. The woman was still crying in her room. Sean counted the count, how many hours had the woman cried.

Slowly knocking on Lorena's room door.

Tok tok!  Unopened.

Tok tok! Not opened yet.

Sean is about to knock again when Lorena opens the door. The woman's face looks red and her eyes are swollen, Sean is getting pity and can't bear to see it.

“You okay?” ask sean slowly. No more tones came out of his mouth.

“I'm fine,” Lorena replied, but her tears were dripping back on her cheeks. It made Sean feel sorry.

“What do you want?” lorena asked while sitting on the bedside.

“Sorry I can't help you,” replied Sean.

“It's okay, maybe I'm not in a match with President Samuel,” said Lorena. Hearing the word Sam called, making Sean so upset, why Sam again?

“You're going home?” ask Sean.

“It looks like so. I'm sorry I haven't been able to pay the rent. Later after I go home I will pay for it, “ replied Lorena.

“You don't have to think about it,” Sean replied, he was sitting on the sofa in the room. They were silent for a few minutes. Sean kept thinking. At her sight the contest flyer was still hanging in the flower pot.

“You're really going home?” ask Sean again. Lorena nodded.

“You're happy that no one will bother you anymore,” said Lorena.

Sean was silent, was that right? She'll be happy if Lorena leaves? She was very annoying, but seeing her fail at the contest felt sorry for her. But he had no idea to get the woman back in the race.

Sean got up from his seat, he came out of Lorena's room lethargic.  He saw the red face again and his puffy eyes, he really did not have the heart.

That night Sean could not sleep, he was agitated at the thought of Lorena failing the contest. In his mind continued to whimper his puffy eyes, his face red, the woman was no longer as cheerful as ever. There was a very sad violin music that night. The groove is so heartbreaking. Sean knew the woman was still sad.

The next day…

Sean woke up from his sleep, he went straight to Lorena's room in a hurry. She saw that she had packed her things into her suitcase.

“You, you're going home today?” ask Sean.

“Iya,” Lorena replied. The woman looks beautiful is ready to leave, although it still looks the scars of her eyes because of crying.

“You can't go!” said Sean.

“What? Why?” lorena asked not understanding.

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