INAYA -"I'm just a man who is trying to keep his family"Once Hamza finished saying that... the word "family" kept echoing in my head.Hamza never called or regarded his relatives as a family, by that of course I mean even his father, mother, And younger sister not to mention further links. In the past when I observed his daily interactions with them it was akin to watching an acting performance. He really was just an actor following a monotonous script with no need to display any emotions at all, he only obeyed the formalities and minded nothing else.Except for the few times when he had fights with his mother and sister, he didn't have that much of interactions with them. Usually, the subject of their quarrels was Hamza's wife, namely me. Sometimes they complained about my lack of warmth and respect in their regard, sometimes they just invented an imaginary situation and created unnecessary chaos from thin air just to discomfort me.When the couple of mother and daughter moaned lik
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
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