You see, this husband of mine is very lacking in the matter of social etiquette and general humor, this suggestion of Mrs. Driss which was a mere joke that any average Algerian woman says to a woman in a suitable age of marriage as a compliment Hamza must have considered it as a serious marriage proposal and the invitation to the party as an invitation to a matchmaking event!Without waiting any more moment I immediately said to Mr. Driss,"I've married already Mr. Driss, the man who Mrs. Driss spoke with is my husband."I saved details such as "my husband is the big boss of the company and he currently was very enraged" to save my poor coworker from experiencing a heart attack. After a few more words of apologies and excuses I finally hang up the call and I approached Hamza guiltily, I circled his torso with my arms and as I pressed my cheek against his back I shamelessly said,"I have told him I'm married, you should be proud that your wife is still admired by the others, it means y

INAYA -Once Hamza finished touring our office, he just left along with his bodyguards and his administrative team, Leaving everyone with a thousand questions, mainly... why did he come there in the first place?"Inaya, does the big boss know you personally?" Someone asked when the whole office was in havoc after Hamza left. So hearing such a loud and clear question, everyone's attention naturally turned toward me."Yes," I replied honestly. There was no point in denying it anyways, soon or later everyone will know the truth and I'll be called a liar if I denied it now."how's that?" The same person asked again."it is linked with the identity of my husband," I answered righteously, because yes, This is true as well."your husband must know the big boss personally! You're very lucky to be acquainted with him!" Some other coworkers commented with envious eyes.I just burst into laughter, literally, there I was holding their hands and guiding them to the door of truth, yet when we reach

INAYA -On our way to the prison to see Azziz, Hamza was driving the car attentively, he usually takes this task, namely driving my highness, extremely seriously, but still, he particularly was calmer than his usual self, as if he was thinking about something of much importance. The whole atmosphere was rather weird, even when I asked him,"Are we allowed to see Azziz? I don't know how procedures go in jail, but we're not his relatives nor his attorneys, it must be very hard to get approval, isn't it?"He coldly nodded, just nodded.Whether it was a "yes, we are allowed" or "yes, it's hard to be allowed" I'm not sure about that.even the protection team's activity was rather more careful than their habit, because usually, only three cars follow ours wherever we go, on our way to the prison though, there were ten of them instead. Since I was very idle and a bit uncomfortable with the "overly" serious atmosphere around me, I curiously asked Hamza again, "the protection team is larger in

INAYA -Is Hamza a materialistic man without a drop of emotions?No, Absolutely not.Even someone like him, with a lot of money, a lot of responsibility to bear, and much ambition, and dedication towards his work is still just an average man who cuddles to his wife at the end of the day and wants to be loved and surrounded with warmth.Even when he has so much confidence, when he's ruthless and seems undefeated, He's still just a man, since we're not godly complete, my almost perfect husband is no exception, of course, he has many flaws and uncertainties.Our visit to Azziz proved this fact to me again... Meaning that my husband is sometimes led by his feelings, that he can be uncertain and needs to be reass ured. When we finally went out of the prisoner, Hamza who was dragging me behind him finally stopped walking and he decided to act bossy with other people instead, his victim was the innocent protection team, he immediately summoned the team leader then issued endless orders, main

INAYA -Hamza spoke for a long time, this treatment is of course very unlikely to be attributed to him, but yes, my husband spoke until I wondered whether he practiced this chat we were having endless times in his head.Because it seemed like that to me.He explained to me what happened in his family while listening I realized that indeed, money is the dirt of life.He said that back when he was 23 years old, which means when I was in my first year in college, his interest in business was growing enormously bigger, same as his interest in me.He was still in college at the time, working on his master's degree, however, instead of traveling the world and spending the glorious days of his youth doing something fun, this fun-hating husband of mine's greatest passion was the world of business even at that young age, consequently, he was impatient and he wanted to learn from the man he looked up to as soon as possible, he wanted to follow the steps of the best teacher in the country, his f