Akrem was kissing Ines... I should rather say it was Ines who was kissing Akrem.I mean, from the angle I was standing at, it was evident to notice Ines standing on her toes, her neck flexed up, she looked in a very prominent position that one can't falsely assume she was a weak flower taken advantage of... I guess, almost guaranteed, she was the one to start the kiss!Being the journalist that I am, analyzing such details comes by nature, even when I don't intentionally want to have this kind of thinking process, I still end up going through it to the point of almost perfection when my logic is objective.In my head, I have already reconstructed the whole scenario which led to this very unexpected kiss the moment I stood in front of them.And it was like this, Azziz's sudden admission to the hospital revived his sad memory in Ines's heart, she was reminded as well that he only took advantage of her and never actually fell in love, and her womanhood was utterly hurt again. Akrem said
INAYA -Has Hamza ever asked me out on a date?Sigh, I don't think I even have to answer this question.So you can imagine how really excited I was!I immediately jumped to my closet the moment I hang up the phone, and examined the section where I usually put the clothes Hamza buys for me, the "expensive, only for special occasions clothes" section.I chose a flowery dress, I always go for flowery dresses anyways when I want to look girly.Speaking of flowery dresses, I used to have a lot of them during my college days, the reason for that being wanting to look beautiful to impress my then-boyfriend, Azziz. In fact, I did a lot of things to empress that money-washed man, often good things, but sometimes quite stupid.One good thing was growing my hair tall, I inherited an excellent by-nature kind of hair, so dark, strong, and heavy. If I should praise anything at all about myself then it should be my hair.I didn't make much effort in styling it, however, since when I try to make waiv
INAYA -It is honestly one of the world's worst kinds of frustration to hear a story from Hamza.I'm not exaggerating, some people unfortunately are not meant to be storytellers, And it is such an unlucky experience having to hear everything from them.I mean, I worked as a journalist for a decent number of years, I spoke, interrogated, and listened to countless people narrating events that they experienced, so when I say that my husband is one of the worst I had to listen to .. Take my word for it!I wanted to know what happened with Ines and Akrem, I'm not going to lie and say that this matter was simply a lame topic I brought out to fill the awkward atmosphere because the moment I heard "Ines" was actually "the one who chose to marry Nadir" and "Hamza" was surprisingly "against that" I became 1000% curious.But the further I asked him and received his short not so detailed and rather cold replies I lost every interest in knowing more.What I vaguely understood is that when he spoke
The restaurant was huge...I'm not an expert in architecture but that building made me want to have a bit of knowledge in the field so that I can be fair when describing it, since it's not the case then I'll just speak about what caught my attention the most about it.It had a European style, and although buildings with such a style were frequently found In D city this place really looked like it was taken from a dream.It was white, had statues of angels on the external walls, all windows were decorated with beautiful frames and there was a huge sign with the name of the restaurant on it above the large gate.This place was so fancy that we had to drive through a long garden first before we finally arrived at the gate, and there were even workers waiting outside to receive customers."It seems like we need a reservation before we come here" I commented when I noticed that this place even had a segment where customers can eat by the sea on balconies.Hamza didn't even waste his breath
When Hamza finally came back to the room he found a very strange scenery,1- the bodyguards sitting in what was originally his and his wife's chairs.2- the bodyguards almost finished the food he would pay a fortune for.3- his wife standing far by the window, seemingly occupying the position a bodyguard would take.It was only natural for him to so dramatically shout, "what's happening here?"I didn't turn to look at him though, totally ignoring his existence I only kept looking at the sea behind the glass.The bodyguards on the other hand must have felt very wrong, they both soundly stood up and explained, "the master lady asked us to sit and eat.""You go back to your initial positions now," Hamza ordered coldly.Once they closed the door behind them, he asked me again, "What happened sweetheart?"I ignored him again, only steadily walking towards the table to take my purse then coldly said, "let's go back home."He quickly walked the distance between us, gently held my chin to mak
How to deal with an ice-cold angry husband?Sigh, there's no useful way in dealing with him.At first, I sincerely tried to apologize to him, I fully understand my mistake, always jumping to wrong conclusions and accusing him before listening to him carefully, I mean I even thought about him cheating on me in the wildness of my imagination! thank god I didn't say this to him in my anger.Nevertheless, I called him a liar, which is a great deal now that I think about it, I acted so childish and harmed an innocent person, I deeply regret my actions and feel so sad and disappointed in them.Still, no matter how hard I tried to apologize and repent, he kept ignoring me.And I mean it literally! I repeatedly said, "I'm sorry Hamza, I wasn't thinking properly."He just pretended I was a ghost and didn't even look at me!Not to mention that he stopped talking to me, he didn't even argue with me, he simply stopped talking.And he stopped sleeping in our room as well.I remember the first nigh
INAYA -How does a woman deal with her longing for the man she loves?I don't know.It's torturing to know that Hamza Filladi was sleeping downstairs but was still the farthest from my reach.All my surroundings looked horribly different, the villa seemed more dimly and lifeless, and all people around me looked less lively, even the cook was affected by our long seemingly unamendable dispute because the food tasted awful, or was it just my lack of appetite seeing Hamza's chair empty in every meal?The worst place in the whole villa was undeniably our room, it was monstrously painful to stay there alone, to sleep in a large bed looking at the empty pill ow beside me, and to wake up every morning in an empty dark place.At some point, I even started to wonder how was that man able to stay in this room after my departure. I always thought I had it harder since I had to move to a new place after our separation and start anew, but now that I'm spending my nights alone in the same old place
INAYA -It's really a pain having an overdramatic body!There I was only trying to save a good girl from a little bump and I ended up looking like the victim of a serious car accident!I don't know what happened after I fainted, but I can almost guarantee that my protection team didn't act any less dramatically than my own body, the next thing I remember is me waking up on a hospital bed.As for the first person my eyes met, it was the last human being I expected to see in such a situation, my dear mother-in-law.She was sitting right beside my bed, once I opened my eyes she was the first person to notice me.She immediately asked, "Are you ok?"I nodded feeling very confused.I inspected my body, my forearm and palms had a bandage on them, but my ankle surprisingly didn't."there's nothing wrong with you, you are perfectly fine, they are just superficial abrasions, they didn't even need stitching, Belguassem asked the nurse to cover them for you because of your phobia." my mother-in-
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