Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-5 Registration contest

Early in the morning Lorena had woken up, but she was confused, she had no money left, only 50k in return from the taxi.

He saw Mr. Roby was on the terrace, giving instructions to the gardener.

Seeing Lorena approaching him, he looked at her.

“Can you help me?” ask Lorena.

“Can you lend me money? I have a ring you can sell. I don't know how much it costs,” said Lorena, taking off her ring.

Mr. Roby received the ring, he frowned, but then he nodded. Making Lorena happy, it turns out that someone wants to be kind to her.

“How? I can ask you to sell it, right? Because I don't hold any money at all,” said Lorena.

“Good, wait a minute,” said Mr. Roby, finally giving some money to Lorena.

In a hurry, Lorena went to the contest registration place in a building.

Sean came down from the stairs upstairs of the house, Mr. Roby seemed to frown, why the employer was not wearing a suit as usual, he only used a shirt. But he did not dare to ask anything.

“What woman has left?” ask Sean.

“Already sir,” replied Mr. Roby.  Sean doesn't talk anymore. His car was parked in front of the porch. Not how long they leave for the contest registration place. Today he wanted to know how enthusiastic the registrant was for this event, while looking around to see if there was anything he felt fit to be his wife?

About an hour's drive, get Sean at the contest registration building. He's a little surprised. In front of the building there is a large banner “Kontes Becomes the Wife of President”, Sam's picture is also displayed there. Actually he wanted to laugh, Sam put up a photo of everything, very exaggerated.

While parking, he was a bit difficult because the parking lot was very full. And Sam didn't give him a special parking spot. Finally it can also be a parking lot, after the parking attendant shows a location far enough away.

Sean got out of his car looking around, he was stunned to see so full of parked vehicles, indicating that there were so many fans who participated in the contest.

He called Sam.

“Sam! Where are you?” ask Sean.

“I'm inside, looking at the registration form! Come inside!” said Sam.

Sean walked down the parking lot into the building yard, sure so many registrants queue, even though there were already several separate counters.

Outside counter officers will provide a form that they will fill in the building with a limited number of people according to seat quotas.

“As college admission list alone,” muttered Sean. As he walked past the line lined up, he smiled happily, it turned out that the average beautiful woman was enlisted, but his smile was gone when he remembered, he would definitely find it difficult to sort it out. With this many beautiful women how did he get a woman who could thrill his heart?

At the entrance of the security guard held him.

“I'm his assistant sir Sam,” Sean said with a heavy heart, isn't the real assistant Sam? Not himself?

At the door, Sam approached her.

“Sean!” call him, without sir.

Sean looked inside the room were dozens of women sitting in separate chairs filling out forms, in front of which were MCs and other organizers, who briefed the data on the form.

“Please fill in the data as per KTP. Identity number in KTP, full name, date of birth address, must be filled in full!” Said the MC talking on his mic, while walking around peeling participants.

Someone raised his hand.

“Pak! Ktp number can be emptied?” ask a woman. Sean and Sam could not see the woman because the participants were sitting far away in the middle room of the spacious building.

“Can't! There must be a KTP or you are disqualified!” MC says.

Sean looked at Sam.

“Why doesn't have a KTP can go in?” ask Sean.

“I don't know either, it will just be registration, later disqualified,” said Sam.

“KTP I lost, my bag snatched! Tollolonglah sir! I came a long way from out of town,” said the woman.

Hearing him made Sean remember the woman who reasoned her bag was snatched. Hopefully he'll be home later in the afternoon, the woman is no longer home.

“Can't! Then you're disqualified!” MC says.

“Please exit! The committee! The committee! Please enter one more participant to fill out the form!” MC says.

“Tuh right, the rules are very strict, no identity directly disqualified, how?” ask Sam to Sean.

“Good-good,” replied Sean nodded his head in agreement. Look at the disqualified woman.

 “Please leave this chair!” MC says.

“Alright,” replied the woman listlessly. He also woke up, and turned his body, suddenly his steps stopped when his eyes met the eyes of the owner of the rented house. They were both surprised.

“Hey, You! What are you doing here?” shouted that woman who was none other than Lorena.

“What?” MC asked, surprised by the participants' shouts.

“That was together, wasn't that Mr Sam who was in the photo?” lorena asked, glancing at Sam who was standing gallantly beside Sean.

“Iya right,” MC replied.

Lorena ran over to Sean and Sam.

“You, why are you here?” he asked Sean and turned to Sam and smiled.

Hmh! Sean was grieving inwardly, this woman saw Sam instantly smile, her inner being.

“He's my assistant,” Sam replied with his authoritative voice.

“Astistant?” lorena exclaimed in surprise, then she immediately looked at Sean.

“Iya I'm his assistant, why?” sean asked curiously, he did not expect that Lorena would join this contest.

Suddenly a brilliant idea came out of Lorena's head.

“Pak! Sir!” call him to the MC while waving his hand. The MCs are approaching.

“I live at his home his assistant sir Sam! I'm her brother who is far, far away,” said Lorena. The MCs looked confused.

“So without a KTP, can I sign up? Aye right?”  lorena said, then turned to Sean, smiling kindly as she patted Sean on the shoulder.

“Come by the way, help me,” whispered Lorena to Sean's ear.

“What?” Sean looked at the woman.

“Yes, can you? His brother's time assistant president can't come? I'm her brother and I live in her house,” Lorena said again. The MCs turned to Sam, who was confused.

“I'm his brother Sean.Far away brother yes far brother. My ID is gone so I can't register, you can hold the ID as soon as,” said Lorena.

Sam looked at Lorena while receiving the woman's helping hand, puzzled.

“Brother, brother proposed to his brother? Which brother?” He thought ah confused.

“Yes already you can come,” said Sam. Lorena immediately smiled.

“Impress sir Sam,” he said to Sam then turned to Sean.

“Received brother,” said Lorena patted Lorena on the shoulder.

“Come on you can continue filling out the form,” MC said. Lorena immediately followed the MC to her seat earlier.

Sean looked at Sam in confusion.

“What is it? The woman confessed to my brother? Huh, that's right,” Sean said with annoyance, his face flushed red.

“She, who is she? Brother proposed to his brother?” ask Sam.

“He doesn't know you're his president?” ask Sam again.

“He's not my brother!“ said Sean.

“So? Who is he?” sam asked, looking at Sean, confused.

“That's the woman in my house!” answer Sean.

“What? Why is it so confusing? Women plus plus?” ask Sam.

“Not, he reasoned it was his contract, and his wallet was lost being snatched, so he hitched a ride last night at home, today he should have come out of my house,” Sean explained, in a still upset tone. Sam looked confused.

“You should just quantify him, even register,” grumbled Sean.

“Soalah, I see from her posture she is very beautiful and her body is good, it looks like a crossbreed, she is very beautiful,” Sam said.

“Hey, who was looking for the wife was me, not you,” grumbled Sean.

“Ya later there will be another selection, not necessarily he escaped the thousands who signed up right? You take it easy!” said Sam.

“Remember, the woman must not pass in the next test! Just looking at it makes me dizzy!” sean grumbled, leaving the room.

“Where are you going?” ask Sam.

“You to the office,” replied Sean.

“You are my assistant you should be with me,” Sam said with a smile.

“Ah you are! I've done a lot of work! Tomorrow I want to see the results of the sequence,” Sean said as he walked out of the room. This morning suddenly became a shitty morning because of that woman again. Who claimed to be distant brothers, all kinds of. The woman also patted her shoulder impassively.

Sean patted his former shoulder patted Lorena's pat.

As soon as he reached his office, he spoke to his secretary.

“Get the shirt! I want to change!” his orders.

“Good sir,” replied his secretary, though somewhat confused, for not seeing Sean's dirty clothes.

Sean's mood was really bad all day, why he was so upset with that woman, all his life no woman bothered him like this.

Until he came home in the afternoon he was still grumbling. He wants to know the woman's gone from her house yet?

Mr. Roby was standing next to the door that was wide open accompanied by two female servants waiting for his orders.

Sean would ask Roby if the woman had left or not, but the question was delayed, when he entered the room he heard the beautiful sound of a violin.  Who plays the violin? He also stepped following the sound of the violin music, it turns out that his voice was on the top floor, he also climbed the stairs of his house, and, and he saw the woman sitting in a violin chair in the hallway between her room and the woman's room.

He was stunned not to think that such a shitty woman could play the violin so beautifully. Not realizing it he just stood enjoying the sound of the violin music.

Suddenly the violin game stopped. Lorena looked at the newly arrived man.

“Brother! You're home?” exclaiming Lorena.

“Brother, brother, what the hell? I'm not your sadara!” sean said curiously, his face immediately sour, his heart touched by violin music turned irritated again.

“You like my violin game? Good right?” lorena asked, as she approached, her hand still carrying her violin.

“Commonly,” replied Sean, lying.

“Later in the contest, there will be a contest entrant to display his skills, and I am good at playing the violin, what do you think? Sir Sam likes it not?” ask Lorena.

San looked at the woman's face.

“No, he doesn't like music!” answer Sean, still sniffing.

“Really? Any timing? Hem, you're the one who's jealous. Just look later if I become the President's wife, your position will I lower!” lorena said in annoyance, turning her body away from Sean, going into her room.

“E Uh wait!” call Sean, make Lorena turn her head.

“What's up?” ask Lorena, also follow ketus.

“Why don't you leave my house?” ask Sean.

“I filled in the form, where I live now I live here, So I can not go,” Java Lorena, while opening the door of her room, and enter and then close it again.

“What? Why could that be? This is my home,” Sean said, astonished.

“There is a woman like that,” murmured. Lorena opened the door to her room.

“Let me pay the rent when I'm the President's wife. You take it easy!” lorena answered, shut the door again.

Sean stood there. “I'm the Presidr!” his mind is upset.

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