MARRIAGE TRAP

TEASERS #1

The midweek dinner invitation made Lyra carefully apply the makeup, remaining modest and only accentuating her eyes, with a bronze touch on her cheeks and thin lipstick on her lips.

Her hair was lifted up, and the stiletto shoes added to her petite height, and the crystal-lit blue dress looked elegant to wear at a private dinner at their host's house.

A little touch of perfume, and he's been siao to go.

"Beautiful," Romy praised her, and Lyra turned her head with a small smile.

"Thank you."

The black night suit intersects expensively and of course the specially stitched one looks great as ever, accentuating Romy's wide shoulders and sturdy figure

A clean white linen shirt contrasts her over her mature skin color.

"We're leaving now?"

Their host lives in a newly built suburb with streets lined with trees and beautiful houses. Money, the old rich, the elite, are more prominent than those who belong to the new rich.

Lyra is able to survive in any social situation. However, for some reason his abdominal nerves felt more relaxed as Romy drove his car smoothly on the arched driveway of a stunning two-story house of sandstone.

Characteristic luxury, thought Lyra when they were greeted by uniformed servants who greeted them in a spacious foyer with marble floors. A curved staircase, chandeliers, original works by renowned artists and furniture imported from France.

"The guests are gathering in the sitting room," the butler told them, "Please come with me."

The room was large, impressive, Lyra added to herself, as the man opened the French-style door.

"Ma'am, Sir Lyra and Romy Wijaya."

A beautiful woman in beautiful clothes moved forward, accompanied by an older man with a friendly and sincere smile.

"Romy. It's so good you could join us. And this is Lyra, your beautiful wife." He extended the hand that Lyra welcomed.

"Josep, Marie." replied Romy

Josep pointed to the gathered guests, "You know everyone here. Please make yourself comfortable."

Was this just Lyra's imagination, or did Romy's presence arouse the interest of the women present? Although he could not blame them, the man was different, and his origins further added interest.

The time from seven to seven thirtieth is provided for mingling while sipping drinks and enjoying conversations.

The model, the artist, or both, thought Lyra, because the tall, slender woman looked charming in a designer dress that accentuated her curves and hung over her cleavage like too perfect.

The curly brunette was draped on her back and her makeup looked perfect.

The man next to her looked handsome like the one in the magazines, a little too subtle, too rehearsed, if Lyra wasn't wrong, her attitude was just pretended.

"I'm so sorry we're late." The woman's voice was like a seductive moan, her smile was mesmerizing. "We're stuck in traffic."

No, Lyra is correcting inwardly, you deliberately want to be the center of attention. And very successful, but no camera to capture it.

Stop being so cynical, Lyra said. That's not an attitude to admire!

Mayang, the woman's name, became the center of attention that night, and she played her role perfectly. A role that is calculated to arouse the attention of every man present.

The target, because women of Mayang caliber usually have a target. Or is it just Romy who notices fleeting glances, a little hidden greed to catch Romy's attention?

The fact that his partner Mayang, Alex seemed a little too interested by observing Romy's reaction hinted that their attitude was both part of the game, and not a fun game.

The seating arrangement at the dining table puts Mayang and Alex in direct expectation with Romy and Lyra, arrangements made by Mayang, getting rid of the business cards that have been placed with an elegant hand gesture.

"Darling, the name cards feel so, so formal, don't you think?"

Marie, who was certainly trying hard to arrange a seat, raised one of her eyebrows gracefully. "I'd rather ensure the comfort of my guests."

Sindirnan is subtle, but still a satire.

But it was Mayang's performance, a thing that was clearly visible as the dinner continued. A long dinner, given the variety of dishes, the meal was served perfectly, perhaps by a professional chef and served by uniformed waiters.

"Tell us dear," Mayang told Lyra in a soft voice. "How can you drag Romy to marry you?"

An attack at night? "Do you believe that I'm the reluctant side, and Romy's the one who should drag me?" reply Lyra with just as sweet.

One of Mayang's eyebrows was raised with a look of disbelief. "It's very, beyond character."

"really?"

"It's a pity that I spent a month sunbathing in Hawaii."