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
INAYA -How does a woman deal with her longing for the man she loves?I don't know.It's torturing to know that Hamza Filladi was sleeping downstairs but was still the farthest from my reach.All my surroundings looked horribly different, the villa seemed more dimly and lifeless, and all people around me looked less lively, even the cook was affected by our long seemingly unamendable dispute because the food tasted awful, or was it just my lack of appetite seeing Hamza's chair empty in every meal?The worst place in the whole villa was undeniably our room, it was monstrously painful to stay there alone, to sleep in a large bed looking at the empty pill ow beside me, and to wake up every morning in an empty dark place.At some point, I even started to wonder how was that man able to stay in this room after my departure. I always thought I had it harder since I had to move to a new place after our separation and start anew, but now that I'm spending my nights alone in the same old place
INAYA -It's really a pain having an overdramatic body!There I was only trying to save a good girl from a little bump and I ended up looking like the victim of a serious car accident!I don't know what happened after I fainted, but I can almost guarantee that my protection team didn't act any less dramatically than my own body, the next thing I remember is me waking up on a hospital bed.As for the first person my eyes met, it was the last human being I expected to see in such a situation, my dear mother-in-law.She was sitting right beside my bed, once I opened my eyes she was the first person to notice me.She immediately asked, "Are you ok?"I nodded feeling very confused.I inspected my body, my forearm and palms had a bandage on them, but my ankle surprisingly didn't."there's nothing wrong with you, you are perfectly fine, they are just superficial abrasions, they didn't even need stitching, Belguassem asked the nurse to cover them for you because of your phobia." my mother-in-
INAYA -What was our first kiss like?I can't say it was romantic, since this husband of mine, Mr. Hamza Filadi doesn't know a first thing about being romantic.Was it around the 4th or 5th day after the wedding? I'm not very sure, but in my heart, it felt much more, and yes, we kept living in the same room like a brother and a sister until that time.To be precise, it was I who refused to have any physical intimacy with him, whenever he walked inside the room I would walk out, or go hide in the bathroom until I hear no movement inside the room, when being reassured that he already fell asleep, only then I would walk out, squeeze my self on the sofa then sleep as well.He didn't make the task of avoiding him hard for me to begin with. I must admit that if Hamza's love for me was the size of the sun, his pride was the size of the galaxy! since except for asking me whether I needed anything every time he left the room, he never said anything else, nor tried to approach me, this attitude
Once Hamza and I reached our room, I was feeling so scared that I even started having an imaginary pain in my bruised shoulder!I immediately ran to the mirror, threw away Hamza's jacket, and started turning around myself to fully inspect my shoulder like a dog chasing its tail.When I fell earlier, the incident sure was very dramatic but I didn't expect it would leave a large bruise that even the usually neutral Nadir couldn't resist remarking on it!"wait!" Hamza soon ordered while standing right behind me.Hearing how serious his tone was, I froze on my spot like a statue and only kept looking at his reflection in the mirror.I'm thankful Hamza never planned to be a doctor, since If this was the case, he would for sure be nicknamed, "doctor Azraeel (death angel)" or " the doctor with the stare that kills", I mean besides his profound lack of the basic talent in this field, he would have no mercy for the patient's nerves and can literally make any health problem seem like a matter o