"why would you change your clothes?" I asked displeased.He looked at me mischievously and replied like a fox,"do you want me to sleep in my suit?"That shameless man started to undress right after he finished saying this!I ran out of the room right away feeling weird.Such a strange reaction of mine can only be explained by the fact that I had treated and considered that man as a stranger, it is both inconvenient and shameful to argue with a stranger while watching him getting naked.While slamming shut my room's door and cursing him inside my heart, I had already started imagining the scenario from three years earlier repeating itself, Hamza forcing himself into my life.back then it took me about two months to recover from my miscarriage and the additional injuries, by the time I left the hospital I was already fired from my recent job, The scars on my thighs were permanent and the possibility of me getting pregnant again was weaker, pretty much everything was ruined.So many psy
"you dare leave me?" He asked with a tone coming from the depth of hell.I was literally dying of terror looking at him... I didn't speak.He raised his free hand in the air, it was then that I noticed he was holding a file of papers, divorce papers to be precise, he waved them in my face in an insanely manner, And suddenly he slammed them hard on the wall behind us with so much power that the poor file of papers creased and torn before falling weakly to the ground."you dare ask for a divorce?" He said with a ready-to-kill voice.In all the time we spent together and through all the problems that we lived, I shall say with certitude that Hamza never hated me immensely like he did at that hour and place, even the way his fist squeezed my arm, I bet he wouldn't have cared even if my bone cracked because of the force he used, because at that moment... It seemed like I was his worst enemy.I was so terrified of him that I finally decided to give up my "never speaking with you again" batt
At that time I was so generous in letting him hug me for such long hours, I thought to myself that once he woke up and his anger is all gone and his health is restored I will talk some sense into his head and make him sign the divorce papers, I will convince him to give me back my freedom and walk out of my life, And logically remind him that we only brought hurt and suffering to one another. That it was better if we separated.Of course, I had underestimated him by loads, that man woke up healthy like a Thor, he refused all my negotiations and further more he moved to live in my apartment for the next month and a half!Imagining him moving to my apartment again after three years of that incident my head had already started to hurt.I will never understand that man, Seriously.After I left my room I simply walked to the kitchen holding the empty glass of water, then I yelled,"if you expect me to cook for you again then that is your wishful thinking, if you want to eat then you buy yo
INAYA -"I miss you"Hamza whispered to my "sleeping" face.I felt the blood racing to my cheeks immediately, thankfully he couldn't see my blushing face, and for this, I shall make many attributions, to my insightful brain who decided to turn off all the lights in the house, to the broken street light, to the lazy worker who always forgets (refuse) to change the bulbs no matter how we complained, to the dark moonless sky.Except for blushing I thankfully had no additional external reaction to Hamza's sudden confession thereby my act of sleeping was not affected.As for the atmosphere inside my heart after hearing those words, I was in chaos!I was so happy yet so annoyed and sad, I didn't want to be affected but I was, Immensely, Affected.Because I missed him too, I must be a masochist but I hell miss that man so much.I miss all about him, Even the way he annoyingly puts his slippers orderly beside the bed instead of tossing them just wherever, I miss that.I'm not sure in what ca
He nodded with a smile.Seeing that he had no intention of arguing with me I lost interest in quarreling with him as well, I looked at the watch, then I went directly to the kitchen to eat whatever sweet thing I have.I know it's very unhealthy... But I'm not a morning person, I usually have my cup of coffee and milk around 10 am, it was 07:09 am then.After I finished eating I noticed that hamz5 was strangely standing at the door of the kitchen... I was not sure when he came, so I just kept eating the biscuits ignoring him."Is this your breakfast?" He finally asked."yes"I thought he was going to scold me for being unhealthy and the sort because that's what he does, unexpectedly though, he said,"then where's mine?""I told you to buy your own food last night" I replied indifferently.Well, although I acted harsh and heartless, I still ended up giving him half the biscuits that I had a few seconds later, with a frown on my face while mumbling,"It's an exception today."I had alway
INAYA -I had forgotten all about my mother's issue, being a daughter who was abandoned for so many years and a woman who had gotten used to an independent lifestyle I had totally forgotten her matter while leading my busy life.Still, a certain someone's sharp memory and big brain can't compare to my single thought-oriented intellect, Hamza didn't forget about her at all.Within a week he not only had reached her but had arranged for her to come to Algeria and made her set an appointment to meet me when she was ready, naturally, he only told me about the meeting on the eve of the due date.If my estimations are correct, counting the time needed for my mother to work on her papers, to come to Algeria, to rest and think for days before meeting me, I bet that husband of mine had already found her within hours after I asked him to!I didn't of course think of how terrifyingly powerful he was, I was busy throwing my emotions all over the place and thanking him vigorously for finding that
Choosing clothes was not an easy task eventually, I had objections to every piece that he chose for me, but in the end, I said that I will turn a blind eye and that I will have absolute trust in whatever he'll choose next, And this is how I ended up buying a sapphire coat with a matching black attire underneath it, Hamza had insisted on the fact that I looked mature in it.Since I had a mature set of clothes I wanted to couple that with a mature hairstyle as well, so I sent him away, and then I visited a famous hair salon, I cut my shoulder-length hair to a long edgy bob that slightly swayed around the top of my shoulders when I moved around, I further dyed it dark brown.I looked very mature on the day when I was going to meet her.I was thankful for that because my outer confident look hide how nervous I was from the inside. I had no idea what my mother will look like or what she will say after such a long time, I wondered if she was scared that I will blame her for leaving me behin
"Inaya?" Hamza suddenly called my name concerned.I turned to look at him, that man's warm eyes were looking at me, With worry and care inside them,I realized that he was indeed my only family after all.I lived all sorts of stuff with that man... Together we reached what was far beyond the point of no return, yet he still refused to go... Still pushed himself inside my life and constantly reminded me that marriage is not a bond that should be broken on a whim. Isn't this how a family should be kept?Wasn't he truly and undoubtedly my only family?No matter how I resented Hamza I will always hold great respect for him Because he truly acted as per the responsibility a marriage holds.I smiled at him and I whispered,"I'm ok""I'm relieved that your uncle took the responsibility of raising you, seeing how dearly your cousin is treating you I can see that you were surrounded with love by them, you didn't need me around, after all, my decision was right... we both led a happy separated