Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-54 Hearts that long

A few days have passed…

Sean is back at work. But these few days he also looked uninspired. Sam went back and forth to his room, the man several times perplexed, then he returned to work, then daydreamed again, it seemed like his work would not be finished - if interspersed with daydreaming, seeing it makes Sam more and more greget see it.

Sam sat down at Sean's desk. The man was writing something on his desk.

“Two days ago I already told all participants to continue that contest,” Sam said.

There was no answer from Sean, he was still writing, I don't know what he wrote because it was blocked by the files that were piled up in front of him.

“But your girl has not given an answer if she will return to the contest or not,” said Sam. Sean still doesn't talk.

“Maybe he won't be taking part in the contest, his show is tomorrow morning. I called Mr. Roby, but he has not returned to your rented house,” Sama said.

“Eh your house now, you've bought it,” err Sam. Sean didn't react, he still wrote.

“So because his house is very far away he will not be hunted to enter the contest tomorrow,” Sam said.

Sean did not reply, he was still busy with his writing. Making Sam curious, he also stood up and walked around the big work desk.

“What are you actually writing? I'm talking from earlier you didn't answer at all,” complained Sam.

As she neared, Sam turned to the paper Sean had written, and it turned out that he was drawing Lorena's face. Sam immediately grabbed it, and looked at the picture.

“What is this? Geez from earlier I was babbling it turns out you were drawing Lorena's face?” exclaimed Sam, looking at the picture.

“Restore my picture!” shouts Sean. He's upset, Sam's interrupting his fun.

His left hand would grab the paper but Sam kept it away.

“What do you think I've said you'll just declare your love, if you'll call her, have a sweet heart, secretly miss her, draw her face! You really tortured yourself!” said Sam.

“Shut up! Restore my image!” snapped Sean. Sam laughed instead of giving the paper away.

“I'm an idea!” exclaimed Sam suddenly, standing steady Sean.

“What idea?” sean asked, looking back at Sam.

“I forgot, why not from the beginning think yes,” said Sam.

“What?” sean asked, getting curious.

“Tomorrow we change the lomba, become a face painting competition,” said Sam.

“Painting whose face?” ask Sean.

“Ya painted your face,” replied Sean.

“No, no, I don't want to hang out in front seen by the participants, no work!” grouch Sean.

“Yes you don't have to hang out in front, just your picture on display,” said Sam.

“You're the President, yes, just a photo of you! Tuh the one in the banner,” said Sean.

“Hem, you are, the target is Lorena, I want to know how if she paints your face!” said Sam. Sean fell silent.

“What do you think?” sam asked, looking at Sean.

“Mm can too, so Lorena will paint my picture?” said Sean.

“True, how?” ask Sam.

Sean thought for a moment, there was no harm in Sam's idea, he wanted to know what the result would be like if Lorena painted her face.

“But he can write no yes?” ask Sean.

“I don't know, in the file there is no affordability to paint the rich,” replied Sam.

“But it's okay the paintings are ugly too,” Sean said.

Sam laughed immediately.

“It looks like he can't paint, if like kind of kindergarten?” said Sam.

“Ah is okay, as long as she painted it, I would love it,” Sean replied with a smile. His words immediately got a sneer from Sam.

“But why hasn't he told you he's going to contest again or not? Why yes?” sam said, returning Sean's paper.

Sean didn't say anything, he was agitated, what if Lorena didn't enter the contest anymore? What's he supposed to do? A few days without seeing her face made her very homesick.

He retrieved his stationery, continued to draw Lorena's face again.

“But what if the picture is ugly, what did the committee say? It must be strange if the picture is ugly but passed the race,” said Sam.

“Say abstract painting,” replied Sean, still drawing.

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At home, Lorena was playing the piano in the middle room. Songs played with sad songs. These few days no man feels lonely. But what's he supposed to do? Why does he feel lonely there is no man?

Two days ago he got the message that the contest would be held again tomorrow. But somehow now he was no longer excited for the contest.

He has no spirit to pursue Predir Sam. There was another man who started to fill his heart, maybe he wouldn't enter the contest anymore. Why would she pursue marriage to Mr Sam, the man she does not love? The contest will be in vain.

Maybe for other women even though they do not love Mr. Sam but there is money they pursue, but for him, he has lived well enough he does not need money, he did not need money, she just needs a man who loves her sincerely and wants to marry her.

“Non!” someone's voice surprised him. Lorena stopped playing her piano, turning to the one who called out to her.

“What's up?” ask Lorena.

“The clothes Mr. Sean left behind,” said the waiter at his home Lorena.

“What? Sean's clothes? I saw the room was clean, the suitcase was not there either,” said Lorena.

“There's Non, one more, his suit left behind. Now it has been washed and rubbed,” said the servant.

“Where can I see!” pinta Lorena's. He became curious, as far as he knew Sean's goods had been taken all, it turns out that something was left behind?

The servant went straight from before her Lorena. Lorena sounded the piano again. Not long after his servant returned with a coat with a hanger.

“This is Non-Jas Mr. Sean left behind,” said the waiter. Lorenapun again stopped playing the piano and turned to the waiter earlier.

Lorena frowned. Throw that suit. That's the suit the masked man used, but why did his servant say it was Sean's suit?

“This is the suit in my room, right?” guess Lorena. His servant nodded.

“Where do you know this is Sean's suit?” lorena asked again looking at her servant.

“There's a label name non, in his collar,” replied his servant.

Lorena hurriedly looked at the collar of the suit and right, there was a label of her name Sean Joris. He was surprised too. So that masked man Sean? Sean was the guy at the party? Who danced with him, who helped him from Henry's interference? Why did he not recognize her? Lorena sat down.

It should have been when she felt like she had heard Sean's voice that she could guess that it was Sean, that she should have noticed when the man's hand felt warmer because Sean was sick. Why did he not recognize her?

“You keep it in my room,” said Lorena to her maid who immediately nodded and took Sean's suit.

Lorena never thought, if it was Sean, why did Sean not honestly say that it was him when he thought Sean was Henry? Wh why? And for what Sean who was sick even forced himself to come to the masquerade party until having to fight everything and finally hospitalized. Does Sean really like it?

Lorena was still in her piano room, when a car was parked in front of the porch. From the window, Laura was seen coming, she went straight into the house.

“Lorena!” call him. The girl was wearing her work shirt.

“So you'll come back to contest or get back to work?” ask Laura.

“I don't know,” Lorena replied.

“Ya already then you work again, want to leave now with me?” ask Laura.

Lorena did not answer.

“Or want to join the contest?” laura asked, looking at Lorena's face.

“If I participate in the contest, I do not like Mr. Sam,” Lorena replied.

“Yes then do not need to join the contest,” said Laura.

“But..” murmured Lorena.

“But what?” Laura did not understand.

Lorena did not answer. If he didn't enter the contest, he wouldn't have met Sean again. Suddenly Lorena woke up from her seat.

“I want to join the contest, I want to go to the capital!” she exclaimed, leaving Laura, up the stairs of her house to her room.

“You're serious? You said you didn't like Sam!” shouted Laura.

“Yes, but I have to join the contest!” lorena answered also shouting, she is already on the stairs.

“Contest is tomorrow right? You'll be late!” yelled Laura again.

“Meet me hurry!” lorena answered, she ran to her room.

“Yes already, I leave for work first!” shouted Laura. There's no answer.

Lorena packed her things. He had to enter the contest, he had to enter the contest, not to pursue President Sam, but he.  In a hurry he packed his clothes.

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