INAYA- I noticed something strange while working in the office lately, for some unknown reason my coworkers started to behave differently with me, for example, they would suggest doing the reports on my behalf, they greeted me more often, and chatted for longer than usual... As for the topics they spoke about, the topic of marriage was dominant. Like mentioned in the passing that having a powerful husband is a blessing, or it's a must for a family to have someone who is knowledgeable in the laws of countries.That day, some female coworker even shamelessly offered while handing me the folder I should examine,"Inaya, if you need my help with anything then don't hesitate to ask me... In the future, if I wanted to visit to France you must not hesitate to have me stay at your house as well""why would I have a house in France in the future?" I asked feeling uncomfortable and confused.She looked at me as if I was acting silly to hide my mischief and she replied,"and where else would yo

INAYA-While standing in the long corridor out of Ines's room, I slowly stopped thinking about Azziz, and I started thinking about my husband.I tried to predict his reaction when knowing that my ex was coming back to my life again and that he was Ines's boyfriend instead, It sure wouldn't be so pleasant. The last time I met Azziz he merely spotted the both of us walking out of a restaurant together still the outcome was severe, now that this long ex-boyfriend of mine is about to have deeper roots in our lives I bet Hamza will turn into his monstrous self and ravage everything in his way, still no matter what would result from my actions... I had to personally let him know of what was happening inside his family in his absence, otherwise, my sun will rise from the west if he knew about this from some other source.I decided to call him.I took a deep breath... And I dialed his number after reflexively looking in Ines's room direction to see if anyone was coming out of there. Although

"it all feels so fishy... I'm not sure what he exactly told your family about me, they are implying that my only relationship with him is that we were college mates, should I__""I don't like this" he suddenly interrupted me...He paused for a bit before adding:"I'll wrap up everything here and head back to see about it, tonight I'll trust you dealing with him alone... I should go back to the meeting now.""ok... Bye," I said displeased.And then I hang up right afterward.I honestly expected more drama from Hamza, as he would yell: "How dare your ex to ask the hand of my sister! Is he planning to keep you both close to him! Buy one and get an extra one for free!" or "Inaya... Did you and your ex plot for this? Are you both planning to take the money of Filladi co and run away together afterward?"To my total disappointment, he dealt with this matter as if the man who was about to marry his sister was just an average person and he asked me to report everything about him just because

the first picture they had together was shared about four months earlier in Ines's account, as for their relationship I had no idea if it started then.I went to Azziz's account next and I naturally found from the tags, he had a big number of followers and was mainly promoted for his Magazine, while scanning his account I wondered why I haven't heard about the success he made before, a part of me was proud of him because he realized his dream of owning his magazine which seemed something rather impossible to achieve in the time when we were together.Back then when he used to speak about his future dream magazine and started telling me what content he'll speak about and what design he would follow I cheered for him and even suggested ideas to help him, but deep down in my heart I still believed it was an impossible dream to accomplish, it was exactly like when your small child tells you he'll live in the space when he grows up... You just cheer for his impossible dream and even help to

Although Hamza asked me not to wait for him, I still couldn't sleep that night... After a long time of tossing and staring at the ceiling and the empty spot on the bed beside me aimlessly, I decided to just turn on the Tv and watch anything until Hamza comes back.Honestly speaking, the reason for my sleep to run away that night was a humanly feeling that makes the one's heart beat faster and the one's lips turn upward, it is a feeling which is well portrayed in the songs of the white and black era where in the music video you can see your elegant young lady sitting beside the phone of the house and waiting for it to ring and sighing with a smile, while the male voice is singing in the background: "I miss you".That is exactly the situation I was living in, I was missing that husband of mine and excited for his soon return.I pushed every thought to the back of my mind, that is including Azziz as well, I kept only anticipating Hamza to open our room's door and walk in.By the time the