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
"Inaya... I'm worried about you."Hamza said to me, his face looking genuinely concerned.If he said these same words only 2 months earlier I would have laughed until my teeth fell then said,"What a joke!.. Hamza Filladi is actually worried about something besides his work?!"But things became somehow different within a short amount of time, maybe because when living together a part of me started to treat Hamza humanely, or maybe because our cohabitation was a period for me to see that man in a different light, a more objective one.Whatever the reason that I had it made me smile at him attempting to reassure him then said,"I'm fine, you can say my mother has died in my heart for real this time round..so It's natural to mourn her death. One day, A soon day, I'll move on again... I always did."He nodded in agreement... And didn't say anything else.He somehow refused to go back to sleep on the sofa in the living room that night, by somehow I mean that he just kept sitting on the bed
"clear this place."His words hadn't yet reached my comprehension when men wearing black attires dashed inside the crowded restaurant and made everyone leave!I mean people were literally in the middle of their meals when they were escorted (kicked) out. Even the waiters and the restaurant staff were led out, Not to mention the group of journalists who only god knows where they were forced to disappear to.In the end, there was only me and him left in that place staring one at the other.That was the very first display of power that I witnessed Hamza doing, previously when he used to visit my hometown he was so down to earth that I always wondered, "why does the richest son in Algeria look not rich at all... Is our country so poor that the richest is just average?"I had already started to calculate in my head how much he had to pay the people who he dismissed to compensate them when he suddenly interrupted my line of thinking saying,"I believe you have your objections on this marria
INAYA -When I woke up the next day I found Hamza already awake as his habit of waking up early, he was working too per his habit of working all day long. The only difference was that this silly man was using his phone instead of his laptop to work because I previously said his laptop was prohibited in the bed when I opened my eyes and found him struggling in his attempt to zoom in and out to read the files.I felt somehow guilty about it."you're awake?" He asked."hmm.. I'll go have a shower and then I'll go cook us something for breakfast, we only had takeouts for days"He nodded in agreement with a wide smile.The reason for my sudden generosity is the mentioned above, feeling guilty.Actually not only that, ever since that man moved in I was freeloading on him in the matter of eating since he has much more budget for food than the one I can afford, the food he ordered daily was exceptionally delicious and nutritious, not to mention that he always ordered 2 meals without asking wh
I followed him to the balcony... It was the logical thing to do, the moment I opened the door two events happened, the first was a cold freeze that hit me instantly, and the second was that I found Hamza shouting on the phone,"you have one hour! you find them in one hour!""Hamza?" I called his name very concerned, it was very rare to hear him lose his calm and yell.He cut the call the moment he heard my voice, and he pushed me inside the living room the moment his eyes caught me standing in the balcony."Why would you follow me to the balcony with your hair wet!" he scolded right after he slammed shut the balcony door.He went to the drawer in the living room where I usually put my hair dryer and tried to look for it aimlessly, the reason for that being that my hair dryer was actually above my bed in the bedroom, I threw it there carelessly right in front of Hamza's watching eyes before I went to the bathroom to take a shower... So his research was fruitless from the start.I had a
INAYA -Once Hamza finished talking about his struggle of living as a "restrained male" with his wife I had no comment to make, it was inappropriate to praise him for being so professional in this aspect to the point where I started to question my womanhood, and it was inappropriate as well to say,"keep up the good work! You were doing just excellently! I can't promise you though to make things easier for you because this woman will remain tempting even wearing a large hijab!"So I ended up spending a long time trying to suppress my laughter and unexplainable joy just to say in the end,"oh... I see"I headed towards the kitchen to cook right after I said this short sentence leaving Hamza staring at me dumbfounded, I had the widest grin on my face the moment I gave him my back, needless to say, it, was this attractive woman - of course I mean me- had suddenly gained back her appetite and energy, and decided to lead the life of a healthy eating person.I opened the fridge to see what I
"I'll wait Inaya... Until you're ready"Hearing that, a small part of me wanted to shout, who said I'll ever be ready! Today was just an exception... I still want a divorce!"But the major part of me still wondered, "do I really still want to get a divorce?""Hamza" I called his name whispering."hmm""This doesn't mean that we're back... I don't want you to misunderstand."He suddenly put his hand gently on my chin, and raised my face to look at his as if he needed to look inside my eyes to speak with me, he said,"I know that Inaya, but this isn't nothing as well... Is it?"I shook my head, so he smiled widely and then he pecked my forehead gently.He lifted me from my waist to put me back on the floor as if I was a little baby, and then he ordered like his bossy usual self,"you dry your hair before you catch a cold, I'll go have a shower so quick and we'll eat together when I finish"I nodded, On my way to my room I heard his phone ringing again, he took the call on the balcony so