INAYA -Once Hamza dashed inside and noticed me, it didn't take him not even a split second before he snatched me from my coworker's arms, carried me between his arms like a wheat powder bag, and started to issue one order after another to his surrounding."Drag her IV carefully," "Clear the way" "Call an ambulance"Feeling his strength, and being surrounded by his familiar yet strange warmth my heart had already started to calm.It is indeed unexplainable and out of the ordinary how certain people in our lives still bring us to comfort no matter how we try to deny their importance and push them away from us.It is exactly this way between me and my ex-husband, and it always has been like this.A few months after our marriage I somehow came to realize that whenever I was facing problems I would unconsciously go cuddle to that man's side like a hurt kitten although I never complained to him about any of my difficult times, I'd squeeze myself under his arm and he would just encircle me
When Hamza suggested that he will take me home, He chose not to go through formalities such as waiting for my approval... Which, honestly speaking, wouldn't have been obtained in my case, thereby he as well skipped the step of insisting to take me in his car despite my continuous rejections, since a businessman has such a big insight and appreciates his time and effort, He simply said he'll take me and that was definite already.I haven't even opened my mouth yet when he called his secretary and canceled his schedule for the day, And by the passing insisted,"check with the employees who had accompanied me to the clinic today and make sure no unnecessary words are spread by them"After he finished talking through the phone he looked at me again and asked,"do you need me to send someone to bring your bag and coat for you?""No need for that.. I'll go bring them myself, and I need to take a leave for the afternoon as well"Initially, I was going to refuse to go with him, And since I
INAYA- I couldn't help it, I just stood on my toes. I hugged his neck, and kissed him.My lips meets his as I tightened my hands around his neck, he placed one hand on side of my waist, pressing me harder against his chest. Hamza's other hand held the back of my head, angling my head as he kissed me. He pulled my lips into his mouth gnawing and sucking until it turned tender. But all of my trance broke when he moved his lips on my neck. My eyes snapped open in shock retreating back. we were both so taken aback by it that once I landed back on my feet again and I pushed Hamza it was akin to pushing an air balloon, He was pushed about two steps away with ease."I.. I.. I didn't " I started to stutter feeling totally confused about what I did.He was staring at me as if some nerve was unplugged inside his head, Not saying a word.I felt the heat rushing to my face so fast I only wanted to dig a hole in an ice cube and bury my head inside it.Where has my pride gone?Where have my pro
I did all my doctor's checks all alone as if my son didn't have a father, whenever I called him he never answered and I will always be transferred to his secretary.Since he never asked and I never had the chance to speak, he never knew that my pregnancy was in a weak condition and I needed to be very careful, things like stress and physical traumas were taboo for me.I was doing my all for my son alone until one fateful day I was lying on the bed reading a magazine, I found my husband's picture on it... He was with Lydia.The picture was taken on some occasion that I didn't know about, they were standing together smiling and the article's big title was "should we expect the upcoming marriage of the prince of the Filladi empire?"Such articles would usually start to mention all the small details and events that happened and of course led to such assumptions, and that is exactly what was written in the magazine.The Several meetings they both had that I had no idea about... Some passing
INAYA -"Forgive me" Hamza said.Once I heard those words whatever silly staring battle I was doing before I stopped it then.I looked at him in disgust and laughed mockingly,"you dare ask me for forgiveness?"Maybe he didn't know what to say next, Maybe he didn't have anything to say next, and the result was that he didn't speak any longer after that.Still, for some mean heart intention that I had, I decided to crush his pride even more.I smiled coldly... And I answered,"the answer is clearly No, I will never forgive you, I wish you'll be punished severely"After I said this, I didn't feel especially better, these words meant nothing to me and didn't have any weight.But that was not the case for Hamza apparently, It is unimportant anyways to mention his expression, let's just say he wasn't looking pleased with them."I'm leaving," he said.And then he went back to the living room, Held his coat, and simply walked out of the house altogether.I looked at the closed door with my h
INAYA - Although I was a bit worried about Hamza, I still didn't contact him, I believed that grandmother of mine would surely call if ever something happened or even if she had news to gossip about because that lady was more of a journalist than I ever was.Trusting my grandmother's total incapability of keeping to herself, I threw all Hamza's matter to the back of my head.That is until something came up, And the only one I thought of seeking help from was Hamza.I was working on a certain report about a foreign company when the name of one of the mentioned lawyers was awfully familiar.The old 60-something famous lawyer had Algerian origins although he was a French citizen by nationality. He was so successful that his namely big company hired him for a scandalous trading case and they won it effortlessly.What caught my attention though was not his phenomenon success record, but his picture, and his name. I saw that man before, he was the man who my mother married after my father'
"Are you in your office Hamza? I need to see you now, If you're in the middle of a meeting I can wait, but please contact me once you finish"You need to know something about me, I'm really not the type to cry so often, well phobia blew up my strong facade but putting that aside I cried in front of that man maybe foursome of times or so.I guess it was for this reason that his first reflex was to ask,"Are you in pain? Are you hurt Inaya?""No, But something came up""What happened?""I can't talk on the phone, I need to see you" I replied.""where are you now?" He asked firmly.I took a deep breath, and answered:"in the company building""ok, you go wait for me in the office, It will take me a bit to come, so wait for me there""Hmm," I said a bit disappointed.I thought that he will try to come as soon as he could if I called him like this, but as it turned out to be, his work was still much more important than I was."Inaya?" He called my name after some time.I looked at my refle
"I was on a business trip out of the country, I couldn't come earlier, I flew as soon as you called," Hamza said."what! You were not in the country!!" I shouted.He nodded as if it was a matter of fact that needed no question and no surprise.I just couldn't believe that man!"Hamza, did you come back just because I called you?" I asked both taken aback and burdened."Yes""you could have just told me you were not in the country! I would have spoken with you in the phone,""I didn't come because of you Inaya, don't get that wrong" he soon interrupted me.He leaned on his desk, closed his eyes, and while exhaling he said,"ever since the accident, I started to have this terror, And this regret, I have to keep an eye on you all the time and I have to come as soon as possible when you need me to, I have to do that or else I'll go crazy"Hearing those words from the man who never cared about anything I really felt sad.I know all about uncontrollable terror.In the past years, I never wo