Does Hamza love his sister?Well yes, of course, naturally.Although I can't say for sure whether this man still has a spot in his heart for his parents, he sure has a large space for his sister.I guess when growing up they both shared the burden of being the children of neglecting and self-absorbed parents, it comes by nature to rely on one another during such circumstances, I genuinely think that If I had a sister or a brother then I wouldn't have been so alone, at least there would have been someone who truly understood and supported me.I'm not saying that I particularly admire their relationship, Hamza doesn't set the best example for being a good brother, but it's still good to see him showing concern from time to time about his only sister, even though his way of doing so is rather strange.Well, After I was left alone in the dining hall after hearing Akrem's confession, which by the way is still a big surprise to me since I never expected him to straightforwardly tell me - th
INAYA -So did we end up going out in the middle of the night to search for Ines in the streets of D city?That would have been very cool actually since I've never had such an experience in my life, but No, we didn't.It was all because of me actually. When we were about to leave the room, Hamza quickly grabbed the thermometer which was carelessly thrown on top of the bed then he measured my fever again.This time round, It was 38,4 °c.So Hamza's genius idea of putting me in a bathtub full of warm water not only did nothing to me, It made my situation even worse.Of course, I didn't need to comment or even move my eyebrows, the moment my husband saw my new temperature he realized he wasn't destined to be a doctor for a reason: because he's a failure obviously.Anyways, I was finally allowed to take medication, we waited for 5 minutes for a reason only god and Hamza know, then my temperature was taken again.The thermometer showed the same result.I mean, what was he even thinking?? I
Akrem was kissing Ines... I should rather say it was Ines who was kissing Akrem.I mean, from the angle I was standing at, it was evident to notice Ines standing on her toes, her neck flexed up, she looked in a very prominent position that one can't falsely assume she was a weak flower taken advantage of... I guess, almost guaranteed, she was the one to start the kiss!Being the journalist that I am, analyzing such details comes by nature, even when I don't intentionally want to have this kind of thinking process, I still end up going through it to the point of almost perfection when my logic is objective.In my head, I have already reconstructed the whole scenario which led to this very unexpected kiss the moment I stood in front of them.And it was like this, Azziz's sudden admission to the hospital revived his sad memory in Ines's heart, she was reminded as well that he only took advantage of her and never actually fell in love, and her womanhood was utterly hurt again. Akrem said
INAYA -Has Hamza ever asked me out on a date?Sigh, I don't think I even have to answer this question.So you can imagine how really excited I was!I immediately jumped to my closet the moment I hang up the phone, and examined the section where I usually put the clothes Hamza buys for me, the "expensive, only for special occasions clothes" section.I chose a flowery dress, I always go for flowery dresses anyways when I want to look girly.Speaking of flowery dresses, I used to have a lot of them during my college days, the reason for that being wanting to look beautiful to impress my then-boyfriend, Azziz. In fact, I did a lot of things to empress that money-washed man, often good things, but sometimes quite stupid.One good thing was growing my hair tall, I inherited an excellent by-nature kind of hair, so dark, strong, and heavy. If I should praise anything at all about myself then it should be my hair.I didn't make much effort in styling it, however, since when I try to make waiv
INAYA -It is honestly one of the world's worst kinds of frustration to hear a story from Hamza.I'm not exaggerating, some people unfortunately are not meant to be storytellers, And it is such an unlucky experience having to hear everything from them.I mean, I worked as a journalist for a decent number of years, I spoke, interrogated, and listened to countless people narrating events that they experienced, so when I say that my husband is one of the worst I had to listen to .. Take my word for it!I wanted to know what happened with Ines and Akrem, I'm not going to lie and say that this matter was simply a lame topic I brought out to fill the awkward atmosphere because the moment I heard "Ines" was actually "the one who chose to marry Nadir" and "Hamza" was surprisingly "against that" I became 1000% curious.But the further I asked him and received his short not so detailed and rather cold replies I lost every interest in knowing more.What I vaguely understood is that when he spoke
The restaurant was huge...I'm not an expert in architecture but that building made me want to have a bit of knowledge in the field so that I can be fair when describing it, since it's not the case then I'll just speak about what caught my attention the most about it.It had a European style, and although buildings with such a style were frequently found In D city this place really looked like it was taken from a dream.It was white, had statues of angels on the external walls, all windows were decorated with beautiful frames and there was a huge sign with the name of the restaurant on it above the large gate.This place was so fancy that we had to drive through a long garden first before we finally arrived at the gate, and there were even workers waiting outside to receive customers."It seems like we need a reservation before we come here" I commented when I noticed that this place even had a segment where customers can eat by the sea on balconies.Hamza didn't even waste his breath
When Hamza finally came back to the room he found a very strange scenery,1- the bodyguards sitting in what was originally his and his wife's chairs.2- the bodyguards almost finished the food he would pay a fortune for.3- his wife standing far by the window, seemingly occupying the position a bodyguard would take.It was only natural for him to so dramatically shout, "what's happening here?"I didn't turn to look at him though, totally ignoring his existence I only kept looking at the sea behind the glass.The bodyguards on the other hand must have felt very wrong, they both soundly stood up and explained, "the master lady asked us to sit and eat.""You go back to your initial positions now," Hamza ordered coldly.Once they closed the door behind them, he asked me again, "What happened sweetheart?"I ignored him again, only steadily walking towards the table to take my purse then coldly said, "let's go back home."He quickly walked the distance between us, gently held my chin to mak
How to deal with an ice-cold angry husband?Sigh, there's no useful way in dealing with him.At first, I sincerely tried to apologize to him, I fully understand my mistake, always jumping to wrong conclusions and accusing him before listening to him carefully, I mean I even thought about him cheating on me in the wildness of my imagination! thank god I didn't say this to him in my anger.Nevertheless, I called him a liar, which is a great deal now that I think about it, I acted so childish and harmed an innocent person, I deeply regret my actions and feel so sad and disappointed in them.Still, no matter how hard I tried to apologize and repent, he kept ignoring me.And I mean it literally! I repeatedly said, "I'm sorry Hamza, I wasn't thinking properly."He just pretended I was a ghost and didn't even look at me!Not to mention that he stopped talking to me, he didn't even argue with me, he simply stopped talking.And he stopped sleeping in our room as well.I remember the first nigh