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

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 -What was our first kiss like?I can't say it was romantic, since this husband of mine, Mr. Hamza Filadi doesn't know a first thing about being romantic.Was it around the 4th or 5th day after the wedding? I'm not very sure, but in my heart, it felt much more, and yes, we kept living in the same room like a brother and a sister until that time.To be precise, it was I who refused to have any physical intimacy with him, whenever he walked inside the room I would walk out, or go hide in the bathroom until I hear no movement inside the room, when being reassured that he already fell asleep, only then I would walk out, squeeze my self on the sofa then sleep as well.He didn't make the task of avoiding him hard for me to begin with. I must admit that if Hamza's love for me was the size of the sun, his pride was the size of the galaxy! since except for asking me whether I needed anything every time he left the room, he never said anything else, nor tried to approach me, this attitude

"Hammza~ you're so lucky today! I'm going to take you to my secret place!"This was what the 8 years old me whispered to the 12 years old shy cousin of mine while shaking him off sleep early in the morning.He seemed a bit reluctant while looking at my swollen face from sleep and very messy hair, he rubbed his eyes and then genuinely asked, "Are you taking me to the toy store to buy you a new doll? Nana warned me not to let you take advantage of me again."I humphed then angrily rebuffed, "when did I take advantage of you? And what toy store opens this early in the morning? Since you're being so cheap I changed my mind, I will go out alone to play and leave you here with Nana to chat with her all day long!"In barely a few minutes, he was already prepared to go stroll the streets with me, he stood at the bathroom door and watched me brush my hair silently.After I finished tightly holding it in a bun, I handed him a plastic bag and ordered, "Hide it well! We're going to need it later.

When Hamza finally reached me, he lifted his hand towards my head, then as he passed his fingers through my hair he calmly said, "why are you walking in the open air with wet hair, are you planning to fall sick again so as I pamper you? You don't need to be sick to get that."What the hell is this man saying to me in front of the public!!Once he finished speaking, my father-in-law who already had a flushed face gained a darker shade of redness probably embarrassed that he failed to morally educate his shameless son.Akrem suddenly decided to admire the beauty of the big painting hanging on the wall, while doing that, his face mysteriously had a rare smirk on it.As for Nadir, he maintained his original unperturbed smile.And I, ladies and gentlemen, felt that it was unnecessary to go find a hairdryer and blow my hair since all the water probably evaporated from the heat in my face and head!Seeing how much I was blushing and avoiding his gaze, Hamza gently stroked both my cheeks with