At that time I was so generous in letting him hug me for such long hours, I thought to myself that once he woke up and his anger is all gone and his health is restored I will talk some sense into his head and make him sign the divorce papers, I will convince him to give me back my freedom and walk out of my life, And logically remind him that we only brought hurt and suffering to one another. That it was better if we separated.Of course, I had underestimated him by loads, that man woke up healthy like a Thor, he refused all my negotiations and further more he moved to live in my apartment for the next month and a half!Imagining him moving to my apartment again after three years of that incident my head had already started to hurt.I will never understand that man, Seriously.After I left my room I simply walked to the kitchen holding the empty glass of water, then I yelled,"if you expect me to cook for you again then that is your wishful thinking, if you want to eat then you buy yo
INAYA -"I miss you"Hamza whispered to my "sleeping" face.I felt the blood racing to my cheeks immediately, thankfully he couldn't see my blushing face, and for this, I shall make many attributions, to my insightful brain who decided to turn off all the lights in the house, to the broken street light, to the lazy worker who always forgets (refuse) to change the bulbs no matter how we complained, to the dark moonless sky.Except for blushing I thankfully had no additional external reaction to Hamza's sudden confession thereby my act of sleeping was not affected.As for the atmosphere inside my heart after hearing those words, I was in chaos!I was so happy yet so annoyed and sad, I didn't want to be affected but I was, Immensely, Affected.Because I missed him too, I must be a masochist but I hell miss that man so much.I miss all about him, Even the way he annoyingly puts his slippers orderly beside the bed instead of tossing them just wherever, I miss that.I'm not sure in what ca
He nodded with a smile.Seeing that he had no intention of arguing with me I lost interest in quarreling with him as well, I looked at the watch, then I went directly to the kitchen to eat whatever sweet thing I have.I know it's very unhealthy... But I'm not a morning person, I usually have my cup of coffee and milk around 10 am, it was 07:09 am then.After I finished eating I noticed that hamz5 was strangely standing at the door of the kitchen... I was not sure when he came, so I just kept eating the biscuits ignoring him."Is this your breakfast?" He finally asked."yes"I thought he was going to scold me for being unhealthy and the sort because that's what he does, unexpectedly though, he said,"then where's mine?""I told you to buy your own food last night" I replied indifferently.Well, although I acted harsh and heartless, I still ended up giving him half the biscuits that I had a few seconds later, with a frown on my face while mumbling,"It's an exception today."I had alway
INAYA -I had forgotten all about my mother's issue, being a daughter who was abandoned for so many years and a woman who had gotten used to an independent lifestyle I had totally forgotten her matter while leading my busy life.Still, a certain someone's sharp memory and big brain can't compare to my single thought-oriented intellect, Hamza didn't forget about her at all.Within a week he not only had reached her but had arranged for her to come to Algeria and made her set an appointment to meet me when she was ready, naturally, he only told me about the meeting on the eve of the due date.If my estimations are correct, counting the time needed for my mother to work on her papers, to come to Algeria, to rest and think for days before meeting me, I bet that husband of mine had already found her within hours after I asked him to!I didn't of course think of how terrifyingly powerful he was, I was busy throwing my emotions all over the place and thanking him vigorously for finding that
Choosing clothes was not an easy task eventually, I had objections to every piece that he chose for me, but in the end, I said that I will turn a blind eye and that I will have absolute trust in whatever he'll choose next, And this is how I ended up buying a sapphire coat with a matching black attire underneath it, Hamza had insisted on the fact that I looked mature in it.Since I had a mature set of clothes I wanted to couple that with a mature hairstyle as well, so I sent him away, and then I visited a famous hair salon, I cut my shoulder-length hair to a long edgy bob that slightly swayed around the top of my shoulders when I moved around, I further dyed it dark brown.I looked very mature on the day when I was going to meet her.I was thankful for that because my outer confident look hide how nervous I was from the inside. I had no idea what my mother will look like or what she will say after such a long time, I wondered if she was scared that I will blame her for leaving me behin
"Inaya?" Hamza suddenly called my name concerned.I turned to look at him, that man's warm eyes were looking at me, With worry and care inside them,I realized that he was indeed my only family after all.I lived all sorts of stuff with that man... Together we reached what was far beyond the point of no return, yet he still refused to go... Still pushed himself inside my life and constantly reminded me that marriage is not a bond that should be broken on a whim. Isn't this how a family should be kept?Wasn't he truly and undoubtedly my only family?No matter how I resented Hamza I will always hold great respect for him Because he truly acted as per the responsibility a marriage holds.I smiled at him and I whispered,"I'm ok""I'm relieved that your uncle took the responsibility of raising you, seeing how dearly your cousin is treating you I can see that you were surrounded with love by them, you didn't need me around, after all, my decision was right... we both led a happy separated
"Inaya... I'm worried about you."Hamza said to me, his face looking genuinely concerned.If he said these same words only 2 months earlier I would have laughed until my teeth fell then said,"What a joke!.. Hamza Filladi is actually worried about something besides his work?!"But things became somehow different within a short amount of time, maybe because when living together a part of me started to treat Hamza humanely, or maybe because our cohabitation was a period for me to see that man in a different light, a more objective one.Whatever the reason that I had it made me smile at him attempting to reassure him then said,"I'm fine, you can say my mother has died in my heart for real this time round..so It's natural to mourn her death. One day, A soon day, I'll move on again... I always did."He nodded in agreement... And didn't say anything else.He somehow refused to go back to sleep on the sofa in the living room that night, by somehow I mean that he just kept sitting on the bed
"clear this place."His words hadn't yet reached my comprehension when men wearing black attires dashed inside the crowded restaurant and made everyone leave!I mean people were literally in the middle of their meals when they were escorted (kicked) out. Even the waiters and the restaurant staff were led out, Not to mention the group of journalists who only god knows where they were forced to disappear to.In the end, there was only me and him left in that place staring one at the other.That was the very first display of power that I witnessed Hamza doing, previously when he used to visit my hometown he was so down to earth that I always wondered, "why does the richest son in Algeria look not rich at all... Is our country so poor that the richest is just average?"I had already started to calculate in my head how much he had to pay the people who he dismissed to compensate them when he suddenly interrupted my line of thinking saying,"I believe you have your objections on this marria
Ines Filladi always knew that she should never marry a man that she liked more than he liked her because her brother's failing marriage gave her the trauma of her life.There isn't a single person in the Filladi's close circle of acquaintances who failed to notice how infatuated Hamza is with his wife, whenever Inaya was in his surrounding, his eyes would always carefully watch her every little movement, if he was spotted spacing out while looking at something in the far distance, it was unnecessary to curiously follow his gaze and see what he was looking at since most certainly, a little sun-kissed woman with a long dark hair would be standing at that faraway spot.Since everyone could tell, and even those who poorly knew Hamza, how come Inaya still had no idea and acted indifferent toward him?? Ines found only one explanation for this: that Inaya truly had not a single emotion nor care for Hamza, therefore, he was only wasting his life on an undeserving woman.She remembers clearly
Hamza is still a man who is hard to read.For example, I thought he was totally ok with my father-in-law keeping Ayoub in his care, however, when our cars coming from the hospital finally reached the villa, he suddenly refused to let my father-in-law have Ayoub for a moment longer, like the very instant our car stopped he calmly walked out without even throwing any sort of remark to me, because usually, he would bossily give orders like, "Inaya, wait here." "Wait for me to come back." "Stay in the car".So yes, he just forgot about me, he walked out and directly headed towards his father's car, personally opened his father's seat door, held the baby in his arms, and as he was about to walk away he remembered to look back at the dumbfounded old man left behind and say, "thank you."What he probably meant was, "your time is up, now I'm taking my son back."While looking at him I initially thought the reason he so suddenly decided to make Mr buelguassem's face turn red with anger, is
Life is very unpredictable.For example, that night... my husband hugged me and I went to sleep.When I opened my eyes the next time, I found my husband still sleeping beside me and circling his arms around me, there was a little difference though. We were not in our room, we were on a hospital bed instead.There was an IV drip connected to my arm, looking on top of my head, I saw the saline bottle hanging on the stand.The first thought I had was that my baby was gone, but before I even started to panic, I felt the baby's movement in my belly so I breathed in relief, as long as he still moved it meant that everything was fine.I made a little movement as I checked on the baby, and that was enough to wake Hamza up...The moment he opened his eyes, he quickly uncircled his arms from around me and leaned on them to lift his torso and look at me.When he saw that I was wide awake and blinking my eyes in confusion while staring at him he didn't wait for the slightest moment before his lip
How does it feel to know that your son won't probably come to life?Let's just skip this part and more practically ask, What to do to cope with the fact you know your son won't probably come to life?1- at all costs, avoid looking at baby products...Because their sight will unnecessarily break your heart to pieces, and bring tears to your eyes, so if for example you were randomly watching TV and diaper ads suddenly jumped on the screen from nowhere then you have to immediately change the channel or turn the TV off, if you have your husband sitting with you then you can depend on him in catching the remote control in the speed of light and using it to make the ad disappear, because usually when such sad ads show up... Your pregnancy hormones act quicker than your reflexes and you might need the help of someone else because you'll be busy having your heart aching.I'm someone who is a TV addict, by TV addict I precisely mean that I don't necessarily like watching a certain category of
A day passed... Then two...A week... Then two...Months followed and my child still lived!I must say this child sure inherited all Hamza's genes and neglected mine, otherwise, how come when literally there was no hope left he still survived?I guarantee you, when I give birth to this little devil, he would come out silently, Then start inspecting his surrounding without crying, and would only gaze at the nurse coldly waiting for her to cover him with clothes, I suppose his father did the same thing as well.The child is a boy... If I should define his gender, a very stubborn and willful boy to be precise, for example when a second doctor was doing my ultrasound after reading my file and coming to know how terrible my condition always was, with a very surprised face she informed us, "the fetus is developing in the norms."When I smiled and thanked her for reassuring us, she repeated as if we didn't hear her the first time, "his growth is normal, he's normal in size, and there are no
Spending time at the hospital alone for the majority of the time was truly a chance for me to appreciate all I had.Of course, there were always nurses by my side and doctors... The family visited as well, even my mother-in-law put on her most elegant of clothes and jewelry and then came to visit me, since no outsider knew about my pregnancy the possibility of her coming to see me only to put a facade in front of her acquaintances was disqualified, in fact, by coming to see me she was, on the contrary creating trouble for herself if she were ever to be caught by someone she knew, yet she made all the effort only to stand at the top of my head and scald me, "Did you have to fight with your husband while being pregnant and send your self to the hospital? I understand your temper is very short but you have to be more patient now! If you two can't stay in the same room without quarreling then you should have occupied separate rooms! Etc."Even my father-in-law decided to put an end to his
When I first discovered I was pregnant for the second time, no matter what everyone said, I truly believed this was the miracle of my life.So one night when I was about to go to sleep, I looked at my husband who naturally was still working as if working like he had no tomorrow would win him a ticket to paradise.Anyways after scalding him and expressing how much I hated his habit of always preferring the sight of papers instead of enjoying his rest time with me, his highness was forced to turn off his laptop and come lie beside me on to the bed to accompany me to sleep.Being me, I quickly buried myself in his warmth while asking, "don't you think it's better this way? Being with me instead of restlessly working? There's no point in building an empire on earth if you'd neglect what should be treasured more than money.""I'm trying to solve a few matters beforehand because I will have to spend more time watching over you from now on." He explained calmly...Although his explanation co
Hamza developed a new habit, of being extra rude to people.This man is, with no exaggeration whatsoever, one of the least sociable of people I ever met, for example once when we visited a certain farm with his family, and we found a lot of guests there, it was only natural and awaited from us to blend in among the rest of the guests.Still, this very arrogant person only spoke with a limited list of people, and it was mainly to them that I was introduced, as for the rest of the guests who by the way were overly welcoming, they were facelessly ignored.At first, I thought Hamza is one of those people who treat others according to their class and money, which is indirectly offending to me because I'm not someone who was born in a castle, it was inevitable to think "what if this man didn't blindly fall for me, would I be belittled and ignored this way?".But as I walked more around in his company I finally realized the people he spoke with belonged to only 2 categories,1- his business
How was it like to be pregnant alone for the first time?1. I discovered I was pregnant around the seventh week.I was very busy with work around that time to care for myself, I only suspected I was pregnant because I was feeling tired and nauseous most of the time and it was happening for a hell much longer to just assume I was nauseous because I ate bad food, I took the test one morning, and when it came out positive, I had no idea what to do or what to think, so I called my husband who was then at work, much not to my surprise though, it was his secretary who answered and said he was at an important meeting.I remember taking the day off after much trouble, then going to consult the gynecologist alone, where I was informed not only about my pregnancy but also about my particular case.I went back home soon after, then spent the whole day just sitting alone and staring at space, I wasn't happy that I was pregnant at all, in fact, I spent a long time only blaming myself for not takin