"Hammza~ you're so lucky today! I'm going to take you to my secret place!"This was what the 8 years old me whispered to the 12 years old shy cousin of mine while shaking him off sleep early in the morning.He seemed a bit reluctant while looking at my swollen face from sleep and very messy hair, he rubbed his eyes and then genuinely asked, "Are you taking me to the toy store to buy you a new doll? Nana warned me not to let you take advantage of me again."I humphed then angrily rebuffed, "when did I take advantage of you? And what toy store opens this early in the morning? Since you're being so cheap I changed my mind, I will go out alone to play and leave you here with Nana to chat with her all day long!"In barely a few minutes, he was already prepared to go stroll the streets with me, he stood at the bathroom door and watched me brush my hair silently.After I finished tightly holding it in a bun, I handed him a plastic bag and ordered, "Hide it well! We're going to need it later.
"Are you jealous Hamza?" I asked again with more determination as I noticed his eyes escaping mine.Yet, he refused to answer.He swiftly pecked my lips again, then started walking further into the garden leaving me behind.I usually don't stubbornly insist on receiving an answer once my questions are ignored, but I felt wronged after being roughly kissed because my husband's heart was stirred over an unknown reason! What if we go further than kissing later this night, will I simply accept to die without knowing why?"Hamza! How dare you just ignore me?" I shouted impatiently.He stopped walking, then calmly replied to my question while giving me his back, "If you want the truth, then Yes, I'm jealous."As if that was not enough confirmation, he turned to properly face me and repeated firmly:"I'm Jealous Inaya, I am Jealous."Well, women in this situation usually feel pleased and satisfied, some even try to create competition to make their men jealous but I wasn't the tiniest bit hap
When Hamza finally reached me, he lifted his hand towards my head, then as he passed his fingers through my hair he calmly said, "why are you walking in the open air with wet hair, are you planning to fall sick again so as I pamper you? You don't need to be sick to get that."What the hell is this man saying to me in front of the public!!Once he finished speaking, my father-in-law who already had a flushed face gained a darker shade of redness probably embarrassed that he failed to morally educate his shameless son.Akrem suddenly decided to admire the beauty of the big painting hanging on the wall, while doing that, his face mysteriously had a rare smirk on it.As for Nadir, he maintained his original unperturbed smile.And I, ladies and gentlemen, felt that it was unnecessary to go find a hairdryer and blow my hair since all the water probably evaporated from the heat in my face and head!Seeing how much I was blushing and avoiding his gaze, Hamza gently stroked both my cheeks with
Does love have only one shape and size?Certainly not.In my life, many people received my love, and I was given the love of so many as well, but no one weighs inside my heart as much as any other does, or is loved in the same way.This applies to everyone, we all give and receive different kinds and amounts of love.It applies to Nadir as well, I guess he strangely ended up giving me a warm spot inside his heart, one that is not attributed to any kind of ulterior motives or hidden desires, just simply a brotherly love, a thing Hamza couldn't quite believe.As to how my dense highness came to realize Nadir's affections and my husband's unnecessary stubbornness, it is of course because I was clearly and directly informed of these two facts, the situations in which I received this valuable info were rather a bit complex though.You see, it all started with my husband when the makeup artist was working her magic on my face, I was spending that time reflecting on all the recent happenings
How was our visit to the farm?Well, it was disastrous.To be honest, I didn't have high hopes right from the start, precisely from the moment I walked inside the guest's hall and saw my mother-in-law speaking on the phone with some acquaintance of hers.What I heard was her saying, "if she's busy today then she would free her schedule once you tell her Hamza is going to be there! She adores him, she always doted upon him as if he's a son of hers!__"You see, there are moments in this life when you have this bad premonition coming from the deepest of your suddenly activated sixth sense, like this overwhelming and undoubted belief that you're going to have a really bad day for sure and you start to feel uncomfortable immediately, I had loads of this while making my way across the guest's hall towards my husband.Hamza, being Hamza, had his cold eyes on me ever since the moment I walked through the door until I sat on the sofa beside him, for an obvious reason, of course, that is me wal
Akrem never asked anything from me, to be precise, I don't even remember him talking to me first at all, it was I who initiated most of our previous conversations.So when he strangely said, "Mrs. Filladi, can I ask a favor from you?"I felt both confused and obliged to agree to hear his request, whatever it was.To be honest, more than anything else, I was actually "very" curious to know what he was about to say! By very curious, I particularly mean I was showing all the symptoms of a "psyched journalist" in front of that man: my eyes were bulging, I was blinking so much the one might think I lost control over my eyelids, I stopped breathing, and I typically tilted my head to the side a bit to listen more attentively, thankfully Akrem was so immersed in his struggle to notice how strange I was acting.I mean just put your selves in my shoes, this man is the definition of acting independently and not asking for a favor from anyone, he even once knocked Ines's ex unconscious and almost
I had to meet a lot of people...When all the guests were escorted to the large garden to have a refreshing walk I thought that was about what we'll actually do there, much to my annoyance though, the moment we stepped a foot inside the garden people started coming from everywhere in turns, so In the end, I didn't get to enjoy the walk since I had to talk to them all instead, I knew half of them already from my previous jobs, as for the rest I had to quickly remember their names and status, occasionally, I had to remember the names of their children and the families related to them, although there weren't many guests compared to the party my mother-in-law recently organized, still, the number of people that suddenly had to find a place inside my memory was beyond the limit I could handle.I was tasked to remember a lot of people too when I first started working after graduation, I objectively think that it wasn't even necessary for me to know the backgrounds of various people unless I
When following Ines I didn't run she did, I only walked a bit quicker than my usual pace and I dragged my husband along, while we were leaving the garden though, I was surprised to see Nadir tagging along with us as well.What surprised me wasn't seeing Nadir coming with us since after all, the woman who run after another man as if he was the center of her universe was his fiancée, and he had every right to go see how further she could be inconsiderate and not mindful of his existence, what was surprising though is that he was walking beside Hamza actually, and they both showed the same expression on their faces and seemed to have a tacit agreement, to have both these men reunited for the same purpose is indeed both surprising and epic!When we finally reached the interior gate, except for the journalists there was none among the trio we followed in sight, as I was struggling to think of a place where they should be Hamza calmly said, "They should be in the parking lot""It's over the