First Woman President
Episode 192

In the room left only two people who are doing their respective activities. Sarah was sitting at the man's dresser. He was busy polishing his face with some makeup tools, thin-thin only the important face looks more fresh and does not need to be flashy. Because for Sarah it would only ruin the sight of her eyes.

Sarah soon realized that from the reflection of the mirror since then there was a figure who always paid attention to her. Fortunately it was still human, because if it wasn't then Sarah would have been screaming out loud.

The figure in the mirror is Sam. The man who was sitting on the sofa was buttoning the shirt he was wearing and his hands moved wearing his shiny black shoes. During his activities, Sam did not let go of his gaze on Sarah in the mirror reflection. Staring at the beauty of God's creation with a blushing face that is not shy for Sam to hide. He let his cheeks meet clearly in Sarah's eyes.

The woman saw clearly how blushing the man's face was. But instead of being upset, the red hue seemed to rub off on Sarah's face. Maybe Sarah's clucking right now, but not upset about Sam, but upset with herself for not being able to control her feelings right now.

Sarah was busy shifting her eyes by cleaning her makeup and putting it in her small bag. Suddenly a hand was playing on his head. Precisely the man was rubbing Sarah's hair that was still half wet.

"I can do it myself!", Sarah wanted to take over the towel but her hand was immediately pushed aside by Sam gently without violence.

"Shut up!", his tone was so firm that Sarah was only able to obey and be silent while looking at the serious face of the man standing behind her.

Once it felt quite enough, Sam threw the towel on the bed. His face had not changed from his serious mimicry.

"You need a hair dryer or want to be combed immediately?", asked Sam still with the same face.

"It's a little dry, I'd rather just comb it!", somehow with a look like this Sarah became very obedient to this silly and crazy man.

"Where's the comb?", his palm opened next to Sarah's face. His facial expression remained flat and as if he was waiting.

The woman reached into her bag and took out a pink comb in her hand. The comb is like a regular comb in general, it just becomes so cute because it has a small bear-bear motif around it. The comb was more suitable for use by children, so Sarah was embarrassed enough to give it to Sam. It was just that the man's hand was slightly moved in an impatient style. Then hurriedly the woman placed it on the palm of her man's hand.

Hey, where are you that's pissing! His mind screamed to itself. Really if it continues like this, it feels like Sarah will really die young because she can not control her heartbeat that is racing faster and faster. If Sam is displaying his serious style, Sarah's chest seems to expand and ready to explode at any time. He could not handle Sam who was silent but very attentive. But he will easily handle Sam who is acting silly and crazy. Just hitting her head is enough. But Sam is like this, then what should he be?! Sarah screamed herself over and over again.

Especially when a touch in his head starts to feel. Sam combed Sarah's slightly alkaline hair gently and slowly, fearing that it would make the woman in pain when it came to her slightly tangled hair. Sam raises his hand that holds the comb and the other hand caresses while tidying up.

It's nothing, just a touch of a comb on his scalp, right. But it feels why to cause a strange twinge to his back. Occasionally even the big hand touched the skin of the nape, waking the feathers there, so Sarah had to squeeze the tip of the dress she was wearing to hold the intoxicating gelenyar if continued.

Sam looked at Sarah from the reflection of the mirror with a flat and relaxed face, but in his eyes there was a faint question mark. Sarah ignored that, and continued to pursue her goal. He took the comb out of Sam's hand without looking at him. A small, almost invisible smile appeared on the corner of Sam's lips as he watched the woman at war with his nervousness.

"Felt! I'm gonna make you feel like you're really in love with me, Sarah! If you knew I was just acting, maybe you'd hit me right away. But only in this way can you realize how much you feel about me. Just as I love you so much", Sam looked down at Sarah's face.

Yes, Sarah is immersed in her thoughts and feelings right now. His face he submits because he knows that currently there is a red hue on his cheek there. Even to look at herself in the mirror, Sarah was embarrassed. Especially if Sam knows about this. Sarah is incapable. He would not be able to behave arrogantly as he normally would. He's too nervous about this.

Busy with all that, suddenly a hand thrusts something before his face. It was Sam's hand, and in his hand was a red tie with no motive but still impressed that it was an expensive tie in one look. Inevitably Sarah turned her head to look at the face of the man floating above her face.

"I've helped comb your hair, now help me put on a tie for me!", asked Sam with his flat face.

"Curtain! How sorry!", his mouth grumbled when in his heart he was nervous half to death. He knew this was one of the romantic scenes in several films that he often watched. He also knows how close and nervous he will be doing this scene later. A little doubt Sarah's outstretched hand took the tie out of Sam's hand.

"Scream, Sarah! Scream! You must want to be angry, right! But sorry, unfortunately you won't be able to. You just need to enjoy this romantic scene, honey!", muttered Sam inwardly.

Sarah slowly got up from her seat. He was standing but still facing forward, towards the mirror. Sarah looked at his face there. Hah, stop! But how else, he had to do it, no. Slowly he twisted his body so that now Sarah has faced with her crazy man. Right now I don't know whose heart sounds are clearly there.

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