Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-3 House Contract

Lorena was running her car in a doldrums. He was confused as to how to live in the capital without any money. Cash and ATMs are all in their bags. What's nay to do now? He also thought the important thing to get home first, the rented house that Laura had been looking for. To call Laura alone can not, he did not memorize the number of mobile numbers, his own number is also not memorized.

Seen in front of there is a long queue of cars and motorcycles, he frowned why the streets are jammed, he also bent his head out the window.

“What's up?” lorena asked the biker who stopped next to her car.

“There was a raid,” replied the biker.

Lorena just ooh ria, it turns razia motor, but why jam it up to this length? The car in front began to drive, until the car was dismissed by police.

The window was knocked on by a police officer, who saluted immediately when Lorena opened the window.

“Please be shown your vehicle letters,” said the police officer, looking at the license plate of Lorena's coded car from out of town.

“Wait a minute,” Lorena replied, she will take her bag, but suddenly she remembers that her bag was snapped.

“Aduh,” lamented.

“What's up?” ask police.

Lorena opened the dashboard it's okay there.

“Do you not bring SIM?” ask the police officer.

“SIM I was in the bag and the bag was taken,” Lorena replied, honestly.

“STNK?” ask the police officer.

“STNK is also in my wallet,” Lorena replied palely, she already feels uncomfortable.

“Sorry Miss, I have to take you to the police station and hold your car for not carrying any mail,” said the police officer.

“But sir, I was really snatched earlier,” said Lorena.

“Let's be explained at the police station. Aren't you from outside the area?” the police said.

“Iya sir,” Lorena replied, exclaiming. A cold sweat had washed his forehead.

 This is where Lorena is now, at the police station.

“You are from out of town driving not carrying letters, it is a traffic violation, so we have to hold your car,” said the Police officer, who sat at the desk.

“But sir, my bag snatched. I have absolutely no money,” Lorena said.

“Is there anything to contact? Who can call? Who gives you assurance?” ask the police again.

“I don't memorize the phone number Sir,” Lorena replied.

“Then your car remains we hold,” said the Police officer.

“But sir,” Lorena trying to lobby.

“It's a rule,” replied the police officer firmly.

“Okay how is this?” muttered Lorena.

“Your destination to this city for what?” ask the cop.

“To enter the contest,” Lorena replied

“Contest singing?” ask the Police Officer.

“Not,” Lorena shook her head.

“What contest?” ask the officer.

“Kontes becomes President's wife,” Lorena replied.

“Hahhaha” the police officer immediately laughed, as well as the other police in the room, when he heard Lorena's answer.. They immediately turned to Lorena all, looking at her from top to bottom.

Is it not wrong? As beautiful as this doesn't sell? Think they. Lorena already understood the meaning of those police gazes.

“Yes already then, later I try to contact my lawyer,” said Lorena, so as not to be a laughingstock of the police in the room again.

He got up from his seat and turned to the police officer again.

“What else is it?” ask the police officer.

“I have no money to pay a taxi, can you lend me money?” lorena asked, making the police officer surprised.

Suddenly Lorena remembered that she was wearing a ring on her. He immediately took it off.

“This I sell rings only, the price is about 5 million,” said Lorena, guessing, because she also does not know how much the ring price because usually who takes care of the jewelry designer part of her family.

“Where is the letter?” ask the police officer.

“Nothing,” Lorena shook her head.

“What if it's fake? KTP does not exist, SIM does not exist, STNK does not exist,” complained the police. Lorena put her ringlets back on her fingers in disappointment.

“Where are you going now?” ask the police officer.

“ To my rented house in Grand Valley,” replied Lorena.

“Yes already, I lend for taxi fare only, enough if the Grand valley is not too far away,” said the police while taking a wallet nailed pants behind him. A 100k note was given to Lorena.

Lorena looked at the money. Not wrong? Just a hundred grand?

“Can't add sir?” ask Lorena.

“This is enough, taxi fare is at most 50rb,” replied the police officer.

Finally, with a heavy heart, Lorena took the 100k from the policeman. He got out of the police station with 3 suitcases, then stopped the taxi.

“Grand Valley 36.” he told taxi driver. The taxi driver put the suitcases into the trunk, and it did not fit, so one suitcase was stored in the back seat.

During the trip, Lorena's mouth pouted, why did her first day to the capital become this difficult? All this because of the snatcher. Watch out if he meets, he goes to jail, he said with annoyance.

Finally they arrived at the Grand Valley's elite camping compound.

“What number was his home?” ask the taxi driver.

“Number 36” Lorena replied.

The taxi driver drove his car to find house number 36. Shortly thereafter, he arrived at home number 36.

Lorena stared at the magnificent multi-storey house.

“Laura, your job is good, you choose a rented house that is good,” murmured.

Seeing a taxi stop in front of the gate, the security guard came down from his post, approached the gate.

“Hey did you hear? I contracted this house! I'm papak! Tired up! Open gate!” lorena shouted in annoyance.

The security guard seemed hesitant, he continued to think, maybe Mr. Sean contracted the house not alone but with his girlfriend. Beautiful girlfriend too but very fierce, thought the security guard. Finally the gate was opened.

As the taxi fluttered in front of the terrace, two servants swiftly approached the taxi, one opened the door of his car lorena, greeted kindly, the other took out suitcases from the trunk and backseat.

Lorena praised Laura.

“Your work is very good Laura, you also prepared a lot of servants for me, her inner”, she also stepped in, the butler opened the door of the big house, said welcome to her.

“Where is my room? I'm tired!” asked Lorena with a kettle. When three female servants approached her. A waitress took him up the stairs.

Two more people whispered to the butler.

“Not who will stay here is Mr Sean? Why are women coming?” ask the waiter.

“Maybe she's Mr. Sean's girlfriend, you guys don't be noisy and don't gossip,” the butler said.

“Isn't Mr Sean creating a wife search contest?” ask the other waiter.

“Not, who made the contest was Mr. Sam. Already, you guys do not gossip much, let's work, do not interfere in the affairs of the employer,” said the butler again.

“Can anyone massage me?” lorena shouted from the top of the attic.

“There's Miss,” replied the butler, while coding one of the maids

to get to the top, massage Lorena.

Inside the main room it was really spacious and comfortable, the furniture was also very luxurious with high quality materials.

Lorena was being massaged by the female servant on a big size mattress, wearing only underwear. He did not think that the services in this rented house were very exclusive. Laura really understood herself. Looks like he can linger here.

After the massage, he finally fell asleep.

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Sean glanced at his watch, then looked at the glass window of his office, it was already dark, he had forgotten that this afternoon he was going to his rented house in Grand Valley.

He saw the address of the house again, it was on a piece of paper that Sam wrote earlier.

“Grand Valley number 36,” muttered, then got up from his seat, out of his office. Drive the luxury car to Grand Valley.

He arrived in front of the luxury house no 36.

The security guard came down from his post, greeted him to the gate.

“Pak Sean?” ask Mr. Satpam, because he had never met the name of Mr. Sean.

“Ya!’ answer Sean with a sniff.

The security guard opened the gate. The car went into the yard and stopped in front of the terrace.

The butler opened the main door of the house.

“Goodnight Sir,” said.

“Night,” he replied without turning his head and walking towards the stairs.

“Pak!” call the butler.

“What's up?” sean asked, still walking up the stairs.

“Your friend has arrived first and is in the room,” report the butler.

“Friends? Oh yes, leave it,” replied Sean. Why didn't Sam tell you he was coming? Thought it.

The butler nodded immediately, and went away. Sean went back up the stairs to his room.

Entering his room, Sean immediately opened his suit, threw it on the sofa, then threw himself on the bed, sleeping on his back. He looked around the room, which turned out to be very spacious. Smiling anywhere. Sam knows his taste. He likes a large, white-painted room. He also stretched the two sides to the left and right. And Buk!

Sean felt his hand touch a hard object on the bed. He glanced at the roll that rolled up the white blanket. Why is the roll so hard? He was surprised when there were strands of hair coming out of the blanket.

“What is it?” he asked with astonishment, and a palpitating heart.  Slowly his right hand reached for the blanket and he was surprised not to play when he saw a beautiful white-cloaked woman with her brownish-black hair wearing only lingeri, revealing her smooth body.

“What is this?” ask in surprise. The woman was sleeping well. Sean hurriedly covered the woman back with the blanket. His heart immediately dag dig dug not careless. There's a beautiful woman in her room, sleeping in her bed, wearing lingerie? Women's underwear only? What the fuck?

He immediately went out of the room to another room on the upper floor and called Sam.

“Halo! Hello!” Sam shouted. There was a noise around him.

“Where are you?” sean asked, shouting.

“I'm looking at contest registration!” shouted Sam.

“What are you doing?” shouts Sean.

“Do what?” sam asked still screaming.

“Why did you contract a house with her ladies all? You're nothing?” shouts Sean.

“What? Women?” sam asked, not understanding.

“The woman slept in my room!” shouts Sean.

“Oh may be a gift from who has a home, plus plus services!  You tell him to take it if you don't want to!” shouted Sam.

“Halo! Hello!” yelled Sam again.

“Halo!” Say hello Sean.

“Halo! Hello!” Sam was still screaming.

“I'm busy! Not heard!” sam yelled again, and the phone closed.

Sean stared at his dead phone.

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