Habibi doesn't like my friends.

So Habibi decided that tonight, after he come back home from work, we should buy some Vodka and get drunk as we did before in not so nice places - when we were living in the Hostel, we used to go to the park during the evening to get drunk with some privacy - as we didn't have the opportunity to do it in our comfortable "new" place.

I didn't want to - I don't even like drinking - and I didn't appreciate his sudden wish to get drunk, but I decided to, as usual, accept and act according to his will.

We came home, I happily cooked as he was tired from work, we had dinner and we started drinking.
My friend Melissa, the only person from my country living in London that I have as a friend, called me and we chatted for 5 minutes.
As usual Habibi got mad. He doesn't like her and he doesn't hide it.