MARRIAGE TRAP

MEETUP #1

After calling Shiela during the break from class, they agreed to meet on Wednesday night. And it just so happened that the day coincided with Shiela's birthday.

Lyra entered the restaurant a few minutes early and followed the waiter to the corner table where Shiel was already sitting.

"Hi." Sheila stood up, and they hugged each other laughing, then sat down. "I've ordered drinks to be delivered after you've arrived."

Dear Sheila, beautiful, tall, slender, long hair curls brown and, very intensely dark eyes that many women crave.

"It's great to see you." said Lyra happily, and Sheila smiled broadly. "It's been a long time."

"About three...year? There's so much to tell."

Contacting by email and phone is enough, but nothing compares to a live meeting.

"First-tamq let's celebrate the birthday!" Lyra searched around in her bag, taking out a gift wrapped in brightly colored hatches handing it over along with her card. "Happy birthday!"

"Can I open it now?"

Lyra smile. "certain."

Sheila read the card and her eyes glazed over, "You are indeed clever in words. Thank you." Thank you." He opened the wrapping paper and the covering, then strangled happily as he pulled out the bracelet, "It's so pretty." He slipped the bracelet in his hand, then stood up to kiss Lyra on the cheek. "I like it so much."

The waiter appeared, offering a cold drink and after Sheila nodded, she continued to open the lid and fill their glasses.

"For us." Sheila raised the glass and slowly touched it with Lyra's glass.

They drank, then chatted happily like a long-standing friendship.

"Are you planning on telling me what the ring you're wearing on your left hand is?" Sheila's eyes glistened. "Is that what I think it is?"

Lyra had seriously considered removing and putting it in her bag before she got out of the car. But at the last minute he couldn't do it.

Their marriage will be heard by the media. How long it took the astute reporters to break the connection, didn't take long to guess, or wait for speculation to begin.

"YES."

Sheila screamed, then laughed and gave Lyra a warm hug.

"Congratulations! How could you not tell me on the phone?" He smiled happily. "OK, friends.the details, who and when."

"Friday night," Lyra began to tell the story carefully. "The wedding was very closed, only close family."

"Given that you've only been here for two weeks, I think this is a relationship that's going on really fast? Don't you?" sheila's eyes glittered with amusement. "Say, Lyra! Who her? Someone you knew while you were away?"

Lyra hesitated for a few seconds. "He's Romy Putra Wijaya."

He watched Sheila's eyes widen, then looked anxious. "I guess," Sheila said at last after falling silent, "You must give incarnation."

Lyra owes Sheila an explanation, or at least a subtle version of her, Sheila has been a witness to her involvement with Romy. A good friend who cares enough to listen, support and sympathize when Lyra breaks up with the man.

The waiter brought a menu for them, and Sheila waved her hand to ask to leave as she stared fixedly at Lyra. "I think it's open because of love?"

"So there must be a good reason why you did it." Sheila's face softened. " You want to tell me? Or will keep it a secret, of course."

Something Lyra can count on, though it doesn't make it any easier to tell the facts. "My father owes him a large sum of money." A simple fact that did not deceive Sheila in the slightest.

"And Romy viciously offered a scenario for the payment, and you can't refuse because..?"

"He's entitled to press charges, and my father's going to jail."

"Oh.fuckin."

Appropriately

"That's all? Everything?"

Not all, but that's what Lyra's ready to say.

"How about we order?" He raised his hand to call the servant

"I don't know about you." she said casually "But I'm so hungry."

They looked through the menu, ordered desserts.

Lyra raised her glass and drank a little, then she looked at Sheila from the edge of the glass. "Your turn to tell me the latest news."

"I teach spoiled children rich and famous parents who can distinguish Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo from six meters away" Sheila said in a mocking tone.

Lyra could not hold back her grin. "Ah, those important things."

"Convincing most of them the importance of the history of the Renaissance and works of art is futile."

"And for some students it is."

Sheila rolled her eyes. "Unless of course, nepotism is rampant and they inherit his mother's gallery, or his father's company."

A small laugh slid down Lyra's throat. "Don't forget his mother's boutique, or the family's company."

"There was a sense of judgment" Sheila said "There was my twelfth grader who seemed determined to do so without the influence of her very wealthy parents. The father was very successful, and he intended to follow in his father's footsteps by competing directly."

Servants deliver their dishes, they eat those beautifully arranged pieces of food in silence.

"With you." guessed Sheila "Teaching teenagers from underprivileged and impoverished latabelakang where gang fights are common

" He unconsciously fell silent. "You rarely tell unwanted things. But I imagine there's some incident you'll have to face in the last three years."

"some." Lyra admitted in a flat tone as she imagined the worst of them. Angry parents, threats of physical violence. Some manage to get out and get scholarships as well as do and get better for themselves. It was Lyra's mission.

"Reverse with scope in school." Sheila concluded. "And now you're back where you came from. Once again choose a tough school."