The Devil Husband's
CHAPTERS 119. COMPETITIONS

The darkness of the night now greets the inhabitants of the earth, as a signal to rest the soul and body after a full day of activity.

Jihan sat in her wide-open bedroom window, hugging her knees with a gaze that pointed at the jet-black sky that was strewn with stars.

It's been almost an hour since he sat there. Resisting the passionate longing for the husband. His breath was stinged with sobs of restrained crying.

"Wherever you are may you always be happy, under the same sky Tiger. I love you," she closed her eyes, hugging her own body. Imagine the warm embrace of Tiger who always hold it at every time when they are together.

After being satisfied to vent his longing, Jihan came down and closed the window door tightly. Then he approached his daughter, and gave Cheryl a soft kiss on her forehead.

No matter the clock that kept moving, Jihan turned back to face her laptop. This time he was looking for opportunities to display his works.

After some time surfing in cyberspace, Jihan sparkled when she saw banners scattered on social media. A competition that invites designers. All race requirements and prizes are written.

"In addition to getting cash, certificates, champions one, two and three will get a course scholarship in Paris for a year. Uh! I have to come!" excited muttering.

Jihan selects her various works and chooses the best works to enter the competition. No matter what the outcome, the important thing is to keep trying.

Registration closes after 14 days from the announcement. All participants must come to Jakarta for the announcement. The three best works, will be used as a dress and worn by the model determined by the organizer.

Every day Jihan opens the website, which makes her insecure. Because there are so many people who enter the competition. Many even have names to register.

"It's been this far, time to give up!"

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And the day that awaited arrived. Since the event to be attended did not take days, Jihan with a heavy heart had to leave her baby at home.

"Darling, don't fuss. Mama promised to come back soon when it's done. Doain mama!" jihan moves Cheryl's little hand and then kisses her.

Cheryl just laughed, screaming while moving her hands and feet. Jihan turned to look at Bi Inem who was holding Cheryl in front of her chest.

"Bi, please take care of Cheryl. Sorry ngrepotin. But pity to go there. The show was just last night, anyway" Jihan told Bi Inem.

The woman nodded steadily reassuringly. "Be careful, Neng. Come back, good luck!" bi Inem said encouragingly.

"Yes, Bi. Thank you, "Jihan put his face closer and kissed Cheryl's two cheeks, the baby's forehead."

Just a few steps away, Jihan let out a rough sigh, turned around and kissed her daughter who was almost asleep. Still reluctant to leave him.

"Neng, it's gonna be late. It's there!" bi Inem reminded.

Jihan put her body away, "Hmmm! Yes, Bi. Mama's leaving, honey," he said languidly and then turned his steps. Walk towards the taxi that will take him to the airport.

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In the afternoon, Jihan arrived at the hotel. The venue determined by the competition committee. He didn't come out until nightfall. During that time, he continued to feel agitated. In addition to worrying about his daughter's condition, somehow his blood continues to beat strong accompanied by a high heart rate.

He came out of the room, into the ballroom after polishing his face with thin makeup. Walk gracefully, without looking left or right. Straight ahead ignored the surroundings.

He prefers to be alone in the corner of the room. His hands were hot cold, his beat was getting stronger when the host began to mention one by one the candidates who participated in the competition.

The thundering applause echoed and deafened. Only Jihan remained silent, as her belief eroded. Especially so far it has always been rejected by some boutiques when submitting a CV.

"If you don't win, that's okay. I can learn from the winners later. There was no flight hour at all" Jihan muttered, playing the drink in her hand.

The event opened with a few greetings. And it was time for the announcement. Silently, all the participants were tensely waiting for this thrilling moment.

"Alright, thank you very much for the welcome. This time we call the winners. In accordance with the judging by famous designers, along with stock planters. The jury's decision, absolute and inviolable. Please model show yourself, for the third desai champion!" the roar of applause began to echo increasingly making the heart of the participants like running a marathon.

The swaying of the model runs on the catwalk. One woman screamed with excitement when she found out that the dress she was wearing was her work.

"Please come forward for a beautiful design! Congratulations!" the host. So does the flow for the second champion and the first champion.

And both of Jihan's beads glazed over when she saw a model walking gracefully with her design results when the MC mentioned the first champion.

"Well! I ... I won?" he muttered in a trembling voice in disbelief.

"Please anastasia design to take the stage as the first champion in this competition!" shouted MC calling.

Jehan wiped away the tears that were falling. He rushed forward to the stage, which immediately shocked one of the judges there.

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