Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-7 Cold War

Lorena looked at Sean sharply.

“Why do you have me!” lorena shouted, she was so angry at Sean that she thought the assistant to the President was.

Getting a shout from Lorena made Sean surprised. He didn't expect the woman to be that angry.

“I have the right to disqualify anyone contest participant,” Sean said firmly.

“But not in this way! The contest hasn't even started yet but you've not passed me? Do you a favor!” shouted Lorena.

Sean was stunned, he was still shocked to get more from Lorena.

“I have the right to judge who graduated or not,” Sean said, he started to bleed.

“Who are you? You're just an assistant. Contest entrant will marry his President instead of his assistant!” lorena said still with a high tone.

Once again Sean was stunned, this woman did not know that the pageant's audience would marry him instead of Sam.

“I can't accept you disqualifying me! What wrong? The race has not started yet, you are not sporty,” Lorena said again.

Hearing Lorena's words made Sean's head dizzy. It turns out that this contest is not as easy as one might imagine. He had to deal with this obscure woman.

“Listen, I don't accept this! If you don't like me, don't involve the contest! If I win I'm not marrying you, but Mr. Sam. Why are you the one who bothered?” said Lorena.

Sean was still speechless, staring at the angry beautiful woman. Seeing eyes that blink with their lashes.

“I came all the way from out of town, with my bag snatched, no money, not even taxi money borrowed from the Police, my rented house turned out to be you who occupied, even, and suddenly I was disqualified before the contest started? Is that true? I have great hopes for this contest! I want to find a man who can really be my life partner, you understand? “ says Lorena at length.

Sean let out a deep breath, blaring at the woman's ravings. Then he started talking.

“Listen, do you think with all your grievances that so you should get rid of that? Many more suffer than you! The economically deprived expect to change his life by taking part in this contest. Economic status is not important, the important thing is that he can qualify in this contest,” Sean said, stopping his words for a while then talking again.

“And more importantly can make his President fall in love,” continued Sean, saying the last word with a clean slit.

Lorena still stared at the man sharply.

“So you think I'm just thinking about economics? I hope Mr Sam loves me too, I want to marry the man I love too!” said Lorena.

Sean was silent at Lorena's words.

“I hate you, Sean!” lorena said suddenly, then left Sean and immediately entered her room, closing the door of her room loudly.

BRUGHY!!

Sean just stared at the woman disappearing behind the door. He finally entered his room. Sit on the bedside.

Not long after the sound of the violin from the next room, now the violin was singing a sad melancholy song.

“Is he sad?” muttered Sean, while listening to the violin music.

What should he do to that woman? Did he overly demystify her? But shouldn't he be firm, because many of the participants are like that woman, and he should really sort it out.

What did that woman say? She wants Sam to fall in love with her? She wants to marry the man she loves?

She was still saying the woman's words in her ears.

The woman also said she hated him. This is the first time anyone has told her that. During her life, from adolescence until now, not with the incident, there was no woman who did not like it, even that made her not know what it was to fall in love with, because he's used to getting women so easily.

That night at dinner, Sean ate alone, the woman really didn't come out of her room.

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The next day, Sean had breakfast at the dinner table still alone. Where's that woman?

As he was leaving for work, he asked Mr. Roby.

“The woman has left?” ask Sean.

“This morning has not come out of his room,” said Mr. Roby.

Sean fell silent, what's wrong with that woman? But there was no word he said, nor did he go to work.

Arriving at the office, Sam keeps a lot of files on his desk, up in the mountains.

“What is it?” ask Sean.

“Fortpolio contest registrars that have been selected administration, but only the first day, now still open registration,” said Sam.

“This much?” asked Sean, staring at the pile of files.

“Iya. The contest hasn't started yet, maybe you'll find a woman who shakes your heart just looking at the photos. I'm afraid it turns out that the woman you like doesn't qualify for the contest. So you better check first, which one you like, later I mark who it is, so make consideration if each test turns out not to pass,” said Sam.

Sean sat down at his desk, staring at the pile of forms. A job he really doesn't like.

Sean saw the first sheet, pretty. But keep it on the other side of the table. Second sheet, pretty. Stored on the other side of the table. So continuously, that half the pile had been reduced on his desk.

Sam, who had been sitting on the couch with his other work, looked at him.

“What is it? There's nothing you like?” tanyanya's approaching Sean's desk.

“Entaih, they're ordinary,” Sean said. Sam took the one Sean had seen.

“It's beautiful, it's also beautiful, you sure don't like it?” ask Sam to be astonished.

“Customly,” replied Sean, while taking another form.

Sam looked at Sean.

“Sean!” call Sam.

“What's up? Just talk,” said Sean.

“Sorry sorry, I.I just express my heart, because this many registrants there is nothing you like, I am confused,” Sam said.

Sean went back to see the form.

“If it wasn't for grandpa's will, I wouldn't want a contest like this,”. Storing the form aloud onto the table.

Sam sat in front of him. He felt sorry for Sean. When many people are difficult because of economic shortcomings, Sean felt difficult because of economic excess.

“What about those women you disqualified? I've separated 5 people,” said Sam.

“What? 5?” sean asked, as if in disbelief.

“Yes, the 4 people you mentioned by name, and the one who is home with you, the woman who is your distant brother,” Sam said.

Sean seemed to think for a moment.

“No, no, that woman should never be disqualified,” Sean said.

“Which one?” ask Sam.

“The one in my house, who calls me Brother, sucks!” said Sean.

Sam laughed instead. He goes to his desk and takes the form on his map, given it to Sean.

“Nih, her name is Lorena, I separated the form, because I disagree you disqualified it. He is very talented,” Sam said.

Sean looked at Sam.

“You like it?” accuse Sean.

“She is very interesting in my opinion, she is beautiful, she is smart, she is also good at playing musical instruments, it will be good displayed in the event of self-actuality later,” replied Sam.

“Hey, the one who wants to marry the winner of the contest is me, not you,” Sean said, reminding.

“But I'm the selector, of course according to my judgment. If you follow your judgment, you will not run around. As much as this alone there is nothing you choose, failing this contest there will be no winner then,” denied Sam.

Sean squeezed his hair in annoyance. Sam was right, out of as many participants there was none that he liked. This contest will fail.

Sean took the form Sam had given him. The woman next to her room is Lorena Ayala. He just found out the name of the unlucky woman was Lorena.

“Sean! “ call Sam, make him stare at Sam, not continue reading Lorena's form.

“Registration will be closed tomorrow, for the initial test we will have an interview first with the participants, you want to come see?” ask Sam.

“Means the day after, when is this woman's schedule?” asked Sean, pointing at Lorena's file.

“Not yet, later I will tell you the schedule,” said Sam.

Sean was silent.

“She's making trouble in your house,” Sam asked.

“He's so annoying!” grouch Sean.

“Really? But she is very sweet and meek,” Sam said, frowning.

“Weak soft from where? He even snapped at me, saying hate me because I would disqualify him,” Sean argued.

“You anyway, the event has not started playing disqualification, yes he was angry,” said Sam.

“But I am the president, I will marry the winner of this contest. I don't want her to win and marry him, don't get to,” Sean said.

Sam massaged his forehead which immediately dizzy. With Sean's attitude like that, it would be very difficult to pass the participants, maybe for Sean the participants would not have escaped one, and this contest would have failed.

Tok to tok.

The sound of the door being knocked.

“Sorry sir, already awaited in the meeting room,” said secretary Sean.

“Ya,” replied Sean. He wakes up, glances at Sam.

“As for you, I don't want to continue looking, my head is dizzy,” Sean said, then walked out of the room. Sam stared at the pile of forms, he took another deep breath.  Maybe in the interview stage, there will be participants that Sean likes, he thought.

His afternoon…

Sean came home as usual greeted by Mr. Roby who had opened the door for him. But something was different when he set foot into the house. All his servants were gathered there, like they were watching something.

“What's up?” askanya Mr. Roby. But before Mr. Roby answered, he could hear the sound of the beautiful piano clang. It turned out that all the servants in his house were listening to someone's piano play. Who is that somebody? Sean looked at the piano player. That woman, that woman is playing the piano beautifully. He was fascinated to hear the game. It's true said Sam, he has expertise in many musical instruments. He stood up until the piano game was a selelsai. There was applause from all of his servants. They were very impressed by Lorena's piano playing.

Lorena got up from her chair, walked over to Piano then bowed in salute, she smiled happily at the one who had been eavesdropping on her appearance. But the look on his face immediately frowned when he saw the host was watching the piano game.

Seeing Lorena's changed reaction, the servants looked back and it turned out that their master had gone home. They were shocked and immediately dispersed. Sleek Lorena, she was lazy to meet the man, she also immediately went up the stairs to her room. I heard Brughh! The door was closed loudly.

 Sean looked at the piano. Why didn't he notice that there was a piano in the house? He went into his room, took a bath, changed his clothes, and laid himself in bed, rested for a while.

At dinner, he was alone, the woman did not eat. Ah stupid time, why should I think about dinner or not, he thought.

Mr. Roby seemed to know what Sean was thinking, he immediately spoke.

“Money in room only,” said Mr. Roby. Sean did not answer.

Did he think? His inner.

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