My heart felt so heavy looking at the smiling him in the pictures... Seeing him holding the young me in his arms, he was the kindest person in the world to me, my life turned into a continuous misery without him.I hardly kept my tears when I met my father in this way, Happy with a friend.I looked at Nadir again and I pointed at the little boy standing in the last picture while handing all the pictures back to him, and I asked,"Is this you?""yes""you were a short fatty.." I commented.I tried to remember such a short fatty person and I blurrily had a recollection of a boy whose name was Nada, and who was an introvert who didn't like me at all, as for the other man in the picture... My father's friend, my memories of him were larger in size, he used to buy me a lot of candy, And he visited us a few times after my father's death as well. But a lot of people visited us after my father's death so I never felt he was anyhow more special."wasn't your name Nada?" I asked.The elegant la
But the moment Nadir finished saying those words and I looked at him, all that image was drastically shaken, instead of a cold person, I found a man who looked at me with pure worry in his eyes.I know him, he was only worried that I would agree with Nadir's words and suspect him subsequently.You see... This man is my husband, I would never want to see him getting weak, no matter what was the reason for that, even if that reason was me.So I looked at Nadir and I maintained a straight face while lying,"We both agreed on keeping our marriage a secret__"But I was interrupted by Hamza right away, he put his palm on my shoulder as if asking me to stop lying.I looked at him again, That momentary worry and hesitation had all disappeared as if they were never there, he looked at Nadir so intensely that in my heart I knew"NADIR GHEMMARI IS A DEAD PERSON NOW"Well, I don't think he'll actually kill him, but there are a lot of ways in punishing people and Hamza filladi is the master of tha
INAYA -"you're my Inaya... You're only mine" Hamza whispered possessively while cupping my face with his palms after he kissed me.Such a violent kiss and such words, I only had them once before. It was when Hamza kissed me after I met with my long college boyfriend behind his back, Aziz Chelou,When I passed my baccalaureate exams(college entrance exams), I miraculously got high marks so Mr. Belguassem suggested that I should go study in D city at an elite journalism college, the kind whose students have a prosperous future in the Media field. When I read about that school I was so excited about it, It was actually the first time in a really long while that I felt like I really wanted something.So I agreed, and I was soon administered there, when college started, it was then when I met Aziz chellou, the man who will be my boyfriend for the next three years to come.Being new in D city having no friends and no one to communicate with, I signed up for so many clubs in college, even t
When I headed back to the confused group of people who were staring at me, I addressed Aziz saying,"Can you come with me for a bit?"I felt so embarrassed that my blood almost dug holes in my cheeks and burst out of them.I haven't spoken with Aziz for years... How did I end up having such an embarrassing situation with him? And with Hamza!The poor him followed me confused, It was extremely improper and unfair to him that I apologized beforehand,"I'm so sorry Aziz, I swear that I had no intention of ever contacting you or putting you in any sort of hard position, I was obliged to call you now""what's going on?" Aziz asked suspecting me.I just continued my way back to Hamza not saying a word, once the two of us stood in front of that terrifying man, Hamza suddenly held my hand and made me stand beside him and coldly said,"let me introduce myself, I'm this woman's husband"I looked at him and choked on my saliva right away.While I was coughing he continued saying,"I'm already aw
INAYA-I couldn't breathe.For a very long time, I thought only phobia would make me suffocate, not knowing that in my life I will live worst situations than a panic attack.Take a trust attack as an example.My vision was so blurry and the voices were fading around me, all I wanted was someone to lean on.In that terrible state, which was caused by that husband of mine's confession, the only person I still wanted to lean on and wholeheartedly trusted was actually him, this husband of mine.I hate feelings, I don't know if such hatred should be logical or explained but I sincerely hate feelings, I hate how we can't control them and how contradictory they make us.In my blurry state, I was held by strong arms which felt like a sponge though, my name was constantly called, and the typical Algerian Hamza brought a bottle of water with the speed of the light and was in the process of flashing my face with water when I finally had my full consciousness back.I was sitting on a sofa.The fir
He stood up from his chair and walked towards me with disgust and hatred in his eyes, he pointed his finger at me and yelled,"It wasn't only my fault that my son died! If you didn't have this mentality of yours back then my son would have been standing by my side now and calling me father! You accused me of cheating with no proof! You said I cheated when all I did was to work like a slave just to become a CEO to protect you! So I can be able to announce this marriage and give my son a name without fearing that someone might threaten to kill you just to take me down before I'm in power! Do you think I was idly ignoring you?! I worked like a slave to everyone just to keep you safe!"I didn't know about that, I genuinely didn't know my life could have been in real danger if Hamza announced my presence, still, I had things to declare too. I stood up from the sofa to properly confront him and I yelled,"don't you dare throw the blame on me! I found you hugging Lydia! I saw you with my own
INAYA -We kissed in his office afterward, long passionate kisses.I didn't feel hungry, I didn't feel tired, I just kissed that man like I had no tomorrow.I could feel his confusion with my decision to stay, he was hesitant with every touch he made and he was eager and unsatisfied as well as if he was living a dream that he didn't believe yet he refused to wake up from, such a state is something very natural and expected of course, since I always led the life of a prideful selfish person with him, he simply couldn't believe I actually chose to stay despite the big fat quarrel we had earlier.It is not an exaggeration to say that all the knives were out that day, we really had that type of quarrel that can simply be written in the category of "unreconciled differences" on a divorce paper. A quarrel that the 80 years old me would have recalled and then proudly said, "my decision of ending my marriage with him was right, It was impossible between me and that man!"But I stayed, and magi
Once this sentence was said, I remained pensively silent for a very long time, in the end, I very seriously admitted,"I think you're correct,"The reason for this being me recalling how I treated my mother-in-law who I definitely hated, a particular series of memories came to my mind on the mention of this.This series of events happened during that period when Ines, my sister-in-law, suddenly started to develop a keen interest in cooking, as for why she was so motivated to improve her culinary skills out of the blue that I don't know about, After a series of failed dishes she was getting more desperate with every passing day... That is until she one day miraculously mastered preparing a certain soup, whose name I don't remember, anyways I was generous on the breakfast table that day when endlessly praising her, I even chose to ignore mentioning the fact that such soup shouldn't normally be served on breakfast, yet this sharp-tongued mother-in-law of mine mocked me saying,"you should