MARRIAGE TRAP

PREPARATORY

At the end of the lesson, he thanked them for their attendance and asked them to make ten more comparisons to the next English class.

Lunch took place in the teacher's room, where the residents were grateful to be able to rest for a while before continuing until the afternoon

Lyra's phone rang bep indicating a message came in as she climbed the stairs to class that afternoon.

Romy, Lyra reads, tells her that the man will call her at seven o'clock tonight. "Why?" the reply was quick, and received the answer "Marriage details." within a few seconds.

Lyra held a very disrespectful curse, kept her phone in a bag, smiled and entered the classroom where some students were lazing at their desks or sitting on it.

A teenager who is a class clown, calls Lyra Miz so often in an angel-like style that Lyra is tempted to laugh, the thing he managed to avoid when he told the boy to the front of the class and read two lines of verse by Byron.

"What a miz. but not Byron."

"Shakespeare then," Lyra replied without hesitation "Romeo and Juliet". He waited for a moment "All"

Subtle insinuations that are not known when the entire class flips through the table of contents dab to the shakepeare page.

After two lines of reading, the class clown looked up, looked up at the ceiling, cursed, then said sadly "God you must be joking?"

"Start again," Lyra orders flat. "This time, it is forbidden to add your own comments."

It was such a relief to end school on a gospel day, put together chores in a bag and sneak behind the wheel of his car.

There are a few things Lyra has to do, but her priority is to force her father to move into her apartment. It is quite time-consuming, and involves her father's pride and Lyra's ingenuity until her father reluctantly accepts her determined decision to pay a monthly rent.

"Now?"

Her father's hesitation made Lyra smile as she reaffirmed, "Now. I'll help you pack."

"Since when have you been a fan of organizing ?" His father's tone sounded amused, a thing that Lyra welcomed, and his wide smile was very smooth.

"It's been a while."

There were not enough items to put in the suitcase, and Lyra held back tears at the sight of how little her father had saved from her former lifestyle. A wedding photo, a photo of when Lyra started school, and another photo of her when she graduated. After everything was packed, they immediately left for Lyra's apartment.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch" his father insisted as they entered Lyra's apartment.

But it was only until Lyra and Romy's marriage that consciousness was so strong, an event that was about to happen.

So quickly time passed, as Lyra realized when Romy called a few moments after seven in the evening, and after a brief greeting, she said "I have arranged for a ruler to lead the Ijab qobul event later at 15.00 am on Friday and the event will be held at my place, only the family will attend as you request. So I suggest you pack up and move to my place on Thursday."

Lyr a counts to three, slowly "I'll deliver my things to the house Thursday night. There's a class I have to attend Friday." Last class in the afternoon. "I won't get it."

"Lyra." Romy's voice was very subtle and Lyra ignored the warning quietly.

"Where's the place?"

He took a notebook, a pen and recorded his address. Expensive settlements, when recording addresses. " Thank you." Lyra stopped the phone, threw a smile and turned to her father.