Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-29 Go home

Sean took his car into the yard of his rented house. He went down first and opened the door for Lorena. This man's attitude is very sweet. Lorena completely forgot that she was actually supposed to have dinner with Sam. He had forgotten about Sam.

Sean closed the car door again. They stood together looking at each other. Lorena really felt awkwardly confused as to how to behave to Sean. This dinner gave a different impression.

“You're not in?” lorena asked, as if they had gone on a date and Sean drove her home, when it was Sean's house.

“No, I have other business,” replied Sean.

“Oh...” there is a disappointed tone from Lorena's voice.

“Did you go long?” ask Lorena again.

“Yes could be,” Sean replied, staring at Lorena. Why was it looked at Sean this time it felt different, yes, the gaze felt touching into the heart, penetrating into the chest piercing his heart, making Lorena all wrong.

“I'm gone. Good night,” Sean said, then he went back into his luxury car. Lorena could only nod, staring at the car driving away from the house.

“Night, Daaah,” he said after the car left. His right hand was waving sluggishly. His left hand immediately patted his right hand.

The sound of the door opening. Mr. Roby had already welcomed her at that door.

Lorena hurriedly ran to see Mr. Roby.

“Pak Roby! You see that, right?” ask Lorena.

“See what?” ask Mr. Roby to astonishment.

“Sean,” Lorena replied.

“Iya, why?” asked Mr. Roby, as his eyes looked outwards, he looked outside deserted.

“Sean is very different!” said Lorena.

“Different? Same thing,” replied Mr. Roby while closing the door.

“This Roby sir how? He's so different, he's so handsome tonight, his car is cool too! Didn't you see when you came? You saw it too, right? He's so handsome!” lorena excitedly exclaimed.

“I know Mr. Sean is handsome, from birth also handsome,” replied Mr. Roby seriously.

“Aah Mr. Roby is joking! He's so different. I don't think I know him! I was so nervous having dinner with her, it felt like a date!” lorena said still fiery.

Mr. Roby frowned not understanding. According to him Sean is mediocre, because it is so everyday, just now living in a smaller house.

Lorena dropped herself sitting on the sofa.

“And it turns out Sean is also looking for a future wife Sir!” lorena again.

Mr. Roby just kept quiet. For that matter he did not want to interfere.

“Nona apply to be his future wife?” ask Mr. Roby.

“Mmm no, he did not make any contest. I also know from people who know her,” Lorena replied, her face turned frowning.

“Really, he is very different. It feels so strange that I often fight with him,” said Lorena.

Mr. Roby still doesn't talk. He was still standing listening to Lorena's chatter.

“What if Mr Sean holds a contest, miss will come too?” ask Roby, finally talk.

Lorena who leaned her head against the sofa glanced at Mr. Roby.

“Now, when I have to participate in all contests,” lorena complained and then woke up from her seat.

“Say she won't be home for a few days because she has to work out of town,” Lorena said as she stepped out of the room.

Mr. Roby just nodded. Of course Mr. Roby knows that Sean went home.

Inside Lorena's room couldn't sleep. Why does Sean's face appear? Does he like that guy? No way! Sean was his friend quarreling, how could he possibly have possessed him?

Lorena rolled around, she was really agitated. It feels so weird that Sean looks tonight. He's not like he used to be. His attitude is also very strong. Or is memeng usually also like that just that he did not pay attention to it? He could only disturb the man.

Why do I keep thinking about him? Do I like it? Inner Lorena. Don't let's not like Sean, what about the contest later? What if he falls in love with Sean and he wins the contest? It will be very troublesome later, his mind again.

“Sepi too, she didn't come home,” murmured. Then he got out of his sleep, came out of his room, walked up to the stairs, looked down at the quiet basement, then glanced at the next room.

Lorena approached the room, knocking on the door many times, of course no one opened it because the occupants did not exist. He stuck his ear to the door, quiet. Loren went back to his room. He picked up his violin and played a song to treat his depression.

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At Sean's house…

There were footsteps of someone entering that vast central space.

“Sean!” call Sam when he sees Sean arriving. Sean stopped his steps, looking at Sam.

“You're home?” ask Sam to be astonished.

“Yes, for a while I didn't go back there,” replied Sean, then went back to his room upstairs. Sam followed.

“Tumben, what's up? What the hell's going on? Was the dinner a success?” sam asked curiously, in his hand was a paper rolled up.

“Nothing, just plain,” replied Sean. Inwardly she felt happy to see Lorena's seemingly confused demeanor facing him. Sean pushed the door of his room. He immediately opened his suit and hung it on the gallows of the hat near the entrance.

He opened his shirt while sitting on the sofa. He misses his room so much. He had left this room long enough.

“You'll be back here?” sam asked, standing looking at Sean.

“I don't know. I left the woman in the house alone,” Sean replied, then got up and approached the bed, she laid her body there.

“If you don't live in that house, it means I have to cut the contract of his house,” Sam said.

“Do not!” sean exclaimed, waking up from his sleep and looking at Sam.

“Why?” ask Sam.

“The woman still lives there, just let her stay there,” replied Sean, then lay back down.

“But if you don't go back to that house why are you still dragging it? And Mr. Roby, the servants, all have to be pulled back here,” Sam said.

“Don't, don't, don't, let them serve the woman. She can't cook, she can't wash either, how her life is without those servants,” Sean said.

“But we paid for it. Mr. Roby and the servants are paid high, the rent of the house is also very expensive per month,” said Sam.

“It's okay, I don't have the heart if the woman is in trouble there,” replied Sean.

Sam remained silent. He was very confused by Sean's attitude which he thought was very strange. If he doesn't live in that house why is it that he still has to pay the rent and all the servants can't be withdrawn? If for Lorena maybe one big break would have been enough, Sam thought.

“When does the race start again?” ask Sean.

“A week away, the show I postponed first. A lot of work that I have to prepare,” replied Sam.

Sean did not reply, he tried to close his eyes, appearing in his eyes the shadow of Lorena who was looking at him in astonishment.

Sam held up the paper he was holding.

“You want to see the results of candidates who passed yesterday?” ask Sam.

“What's really why? Anything special?” sean asked, opening his eyes to Sam.

“The participation is more conical,” replied Sam.

Sean got up from his seat, he looked at Sam.

“What's up? Is there something you think?” sam asked, he felt weird about Sean's hook.

“Come,” replied Sean he was back lying down. Sam is getting confused.

“Do you like Lorena?” ask Sam. To Sean's surprise, he sat back down.

“No! I don't like it!” argue Sean.

“But it seems so, “ Sam said.

“It's too early to make sure like it or not,” replied Sean, he went back to sleep.

“But in my opinion, she is very beautiful, well, she is very attractive, she is also smart,” Sam said praising muji Lorena. Why hearing Sam praise him makes Sean feel dislike.

“Don't praise him too much! He's ordinary!” argue Sean.

“Then try to get to know the other participants. Over time the participants will get smaller, you will get closer to who you will choose later,” said Sam.

“Tomorrow at the office! I want to rest now,” Sean said.

“Before the next race, we have a meeting with participants who entered the selection, you came yes. You have to want to see the other participants, do not let events like Lorena yesterday repeat again. You can't give wildcards to all participants and keep going,” said Sam.

“Iya,” replied Sean.

Sam stared at Sean for a moment, someone went into Sean's room.

“What's Mr Deni? I don't want to work,” said Sean, he memorized the man's step.

“Tomorrow Mistress will go home,” replied Mr. Deni. Sean is shocked and wakes up from his sleep.

“What? My mom's going home tomorrow? What's up?” ask Sean.

“There are many overseas jobs that require your approval and your signature,” Deni said.

“Kan already has my mom,” Sean said.

“That's from grandfather's inheritance company, Mr. Sean is the only right of inheritance, not the Madam,” replied Mr. Deni.

“So I have to be out of the country how long?” asked Sean to look at Mr. Deni.

“I don't know yet. Tomorrow if Madam arrives, we talk,” replied Mr. Deni.

“Good. You can go, I want a break,” replied Sean.

"Alright, good night" said Mr. Deni.

"Night" replied Sean.

Deni sir didn't say anything more, he and Sam came out of Sean's room.

Sean looked in his room. If he was busy abroad meant that he would not meet with Lorena for a long time. Why does he keep thinking about that woman? Isn't it good to go all the way from Lorena meaning that she won't fight with that woman again?

Sean was back lying down, glimpsed clock has shown at 10 pm it is time to sleep. This room feels so quiet. Usually at the rented house, Sean would hear the sound of Violin music played by Lorena, although the music was very sentimental, sometimes it sounded so sad heartbreaking, sometimes it sounded like someone who was in love. There was no smile on Sean's lips.

Since when did he like music? From childhood he hated music. He doesn't like it if there's a schedule for music lessons. He wakes up from his sleep. Walked to a big closet. Open that closet. There's a violin bag there. She smiles. He took the violin bag. For decades the violin was never worn. His mother told him to take music lessons and buy him the violin, around the age of SD if not wrong.

Sean sat back on the edge of the bed, taking the violin out of his bag. He began to swipe a tone, a squeaking sound could be heard. He's not an expert at doing that. There was a song he could sing at the time. He was the only one and since then he has never taken violin lessons again.

Slowly he began to play the violin and remember his tone, although the music produced was not as beautiful as Lorena's violin.

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