Contest to be Wife of the President

CH-9 Interview preparation

His afternoon…

Again Sean saw the door of his house was open, Mr. Roby stood beside the door welcoming him with his friendly smile. Once inside the house, all the servants had gathered in the living room listening to the sound of the piano clinking.

He stopped his steps. The woman was playing the piano beautifully, very beautifully, but not beautifully for Sean, she still remembered Lorena's cuteness in the restaurant, even glancing at her was not, boro-boro greeted her. Does he not know that among the people on the table he is the President? His self-esteem just fell.

While playing the piano, Lorena's head who had looked down at the piano keys was now staring at the audience, and her eyes immediately met the eyes of the owner of the house who was also looking at him.

Treeeeeeee!!!!

Lorena pressed all the piano keys with a single tap, making all the spectators shocked and looked back, it turned out that their master was already standing there. The rush of servants dispersed, including Lorena who instantly closed her piano, and went upstairs.

“What-apan inI?” sean grumbled in annoyance. She saw the woman enter her room and…

Brugh! The door was closed tight. Sean looked up to see him, he also turned to Mr. Roby.

Mr. Roby looked at him not understanding.

“You know he plays violin in a restaurant?” ask Sean.

Mr. Roby nodded.

“Nona had her bag snapped, so she needed money during her stay here until the contest was over, so she applied for a violin job at the restaurant, there is no other job he can do because there is no ID and other identity,” said Mr. Roby.

Sean was stunned to hear it. That woman was really serious about entering the contest of staying in the capital without money? Why does he feel so guilty? He easily disqualified someone who had not even entered any race, without thinking about his struggle to actually participate in the contest to be his wife. Whahuh? His wife? No, no, he can't win in that contest. Repot if you have a wife like him, it can be seen for sure he will always set the woman, reviled all sorts. But does he have to disqualify her so quickly? Right, Sam said, let's see the interview tomorrow.

Lorena sat in front of the mirror. His mood for a few days was completely gone because the man was decisively discounting. Does he really have to go home?

The sound of the door being knocked several times.

“What's the matter with Roby in my room?” muttered. He lazily got up from his seat and opened the door of his room.

“What's up Mr Rob?” Lorena asked, but she was surprised to see that it was not Mr. Roby who was in front of her but Sean.

“What's up?” ask Lorena.

“I'm just telling you that you're not disqualified, you have an interview schedule tomorrow,” Sean said in a straight tone.

“What? I'm not disqualified?” lorena asked in disbelief.

“Hem!” answer Sean, short.

“Finally, I got a chance to be the president's wife too!” exclaiming Lorena. Makes Sean grow

loathe.

“I'm the President, not Sam! I don't want you to be my wife!” inner Sean.

“Thank you Brother! I'll memorize,” said Lorena, sabil patting Sean's shoulder a few times.

Sean immediately snickered hearing him called Brother again. Lorena closed the door.

Brugh!

Sean was shocked because he was still standing at the door. Suddenly the door opened again. The woman looked back at him.

“Do you know the grid of interview questions later?” Ask Lorena. Sean nodded again.

“Take a guess yourself!” answer Sean with a sniff. He asked for a heart, he thought. While turning his body.

“Huh, stingy!” lorena grumbled as she closed the door again.

Brugh! Again the door was closed hard.

 To Sean's surprise, why does that woman close the door so hard? Can break the door.

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That night at dinner, Lorena was at the dinner table smiling warmly at Sean. Looks like he's not angry anymore, Sean's inner self.

“Brother! Let's eat!” lorena exclaimed, as Sean walked into the dining room.

Hmm, Brother again! Grumpily in Sean's heart, but his mouth didn't say anything, he just sat down. The waiter was immediately busy filling Sean's plate with the food and drink menu he chose.

Lorena looked at Sean, who started picking up his fork spoon.

“Brother! Tomorrow I interview, do you really not want to tell me, what questions will be asked?” ask Lorena.

“As usual, general interview only,” Sean replied, while eating his food.

“General way?” Lorena frowned, all her life she had never been in an interview, because she ran her own father's company.

“Public interview asked what is it?” ask Lorena again.

Sean looked at. This woman is really stupid or pretending to be stupid?

“Yes as usual if applying for a job,” replied Sean with a ketus. Lazy he had to serve questions that were not weighty, just a waste of time.

“I've never been interviewed,” said Lorena. He never thought about the interview, as he never applied for a job to another company.

Sean was upset. It was impossible for him to have such a stupid wife. Beautiful, but stupid for mercy. Until he does not end up thinking this woman is what kind of graduate school? The interview just doesn't know. This woman is really stupid, she sure won't pass the interview. Thank goodness, so she could go home soon, he thought.

Lorena turned to Mr. Roby who was standing not far from them.

“Pak Roby! Interviews usually ask anything?” ask Lorena.

“As usual miss, self introduction,” replied Mr. Roby.

“My masud is not that, if that I know,” said lorena as she turned to Sean who was also looking at her.

“What?” Ask Sean with a brush.

“I mean this contest special question. There must be a special question, right? I mean you must know the leaked purpose of this contest, you're the assistant president, time does not know,” said Lorena.

“Yesterday I told you,” said sean.

“Which one?” ask Lorena.

Sean looked at the woman, stopping her eating.

“What skills do you have to make the President fall in love?”  answer Sean. He wanted to know what the woman's answer was.

“Oh that? Yes later I answer,” said Lorena, making Sean upset.

“I want you to answer now!” sean said in a high tone.

“You why? The secret, later the answer during the interview,” lamented Lorena, while chewing her food, making Sean even more upset. Just a question just like that he should know the answer waiting for the interview tomorrow everything. Really pissed him off.

“I know you have nothing to do, other than annoy others,” Sean said.

Lorena stopped eating.

His spoon was directly smacked into the plate of Sean sitting opposite him.

The treng! The treng! The treng! The sound of a spoon on a clinking plate.

“Do not like to underestimate others. We bet!” said Lorena.

“Bet?” sean asked, not understanding.

“We bet, if I manage to make Mr. Sam fall in love with me, I will not pay the rent of this house, the cost of food as well as the services of the waiter. And if I can't make Mr. Sam fall in love with me, then I'll pay rent, food, waiter service and other household expenses, how?” ask Lorena.

Sean seemed surprised to hear it.

“Why should Sam?” ask Sean.

“Of course because he's the President. You said yourself that the contestants must make their president fall in love. Then you can see later, Mr. Sam will fall in love with me, and I will not pay your rent, waiters and others, aka FREE,” Lorena said steadily.

Sean was stunned to hear it, but he thought again. Ah let it be, this woman fell in love with Sam, you know, you regret later if you know the President is not Sam. Smiling anywhere.

“Bagiamna agrees no?” ask Lorena.

“Agree,” replied Sean.

“Good!’ lorena answered steadily and then returned to eating.

Sean looked at the woman. So sure to make Sam fall in love. But he did not speak anymore, again chewing his food. Let him Lorena still think Sam is the President of his not her.

In the evening there was a violin sound again from the next room. Sean lay in his bed, trying not to listen to the music but still heard it because it was next to his room. She smiled, actually her violin game was very beautiful, and she liked to hear it, making her heart feel calm to hear it, it seemed that the woman liked the soothing slow songs. Doesn't feel like he's asleep.

Kesokan…

The woman had no breakfast with him. But he didn't say anything. Mr. Roby approached and reported.

“Nona, already leaving early in the morning, he said the schedule of his interview at the earliest at 8.” said Mr. Roby, making Sean surprised.

“What? Hour 8?” ask Sean. Mr. Roby nodded. The clock shows at 8 o'clock, meaning the woman will be interviewed now! He wiped his mouth with a tissue, picked up his phone, called Sam.

“Sam! Interviews don't start before I come!” he shouted, surprising Mr. Roby who was still standing nearby.

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