Tasbih Love In Qatar
I'm Pamit

Thank you for giving me enlightenment, I am so grateful to have met you. However, I have to say my apology as well as saying goodbye to Indonesia.

I think the longer I'm here, the more complicated the problems I'm having between you. Goodbye, I hope we meet again.

Greetings from me

Zulaicha

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Nameera wiped her tears several times while receiving a message from Zulaikha. He did not think that the purpose of the word 'return' that was said Zulaikha was to return to Indonesia and not to the apartment.

Many times he tried to contact the girl's cell phone, but still could not be contacted. "Is he on the plane? It's so bad he went like that, hiks," said Nameera amid sobs.

"Nameera, what's wrong with you, son?" asked Grandpa Husein to approach the grandson.

"Zulaikha, Zulaikha has returned to Indonesia, hiks," replied Nameera immediately embraced her grandfather.

"Go back to Indonesia? Why so suddenly? He didn't say the same to us?"

Nameera began to tell what had just happened, including how Tareeq recognized Zulaikha as his wife suddenly and the aunt's harsh words to him.

Husein's grandfather shook his head several times with a guilty face, he really regretted the attitude of his son who still always viewed property and office as a benchmark of happiness.

"Zulaikha must have felt at play, son," murmured Grandpa Husein full of regret. "Later Grandpa will ask Tareeq to take responsibility for all his words earlier. Hopefully he is serious, just be careful if he messes around," said Grandpa Husein.

***

After a few hours flight from Qatar to Jakarta, then continue driving a car a few more hours to the village, Zulaikha finally arrived in front of his house when the dawn Adhan began to roar.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" said the girl as she knocked on the door.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Aunt Anisa's voice was heard from inside the house.

There was a sound of an old door opening.

Not immediately greeting, the middle-aged woman looked at Zulaikha from head to toe, then again noticed the face of the nephew who was standing right in front of her. The very glaring difference from the girl made him slightly doubtful if she was indeed the girl he had in mind at the moment.

"Zul?" he said he wanted to make sure when Zulaikha kissed the back of his hand.

"Auntie, this is Zulaikha, why look at it so far?" ask the girl in wonder.

"It's not so," he said, holding Zulaikha's face. "Alhamdulillah, Son. Finally you put it back on," he continued so happily, that even a light bulir benig seemed to escape his eyes.

Zulaikha who saw the happy tears from the aunt involuntarily also let out tears, she immediately hugged the middle-aged woman.

"I'm sorry Zul, Auntie. Forgive Zul's stubborn attitude every time Aunt reminds Mama of Zul's message to be hijabed" she said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, Son. Aunt is so grateful, thank you, son. Your mom and dad must be so happy to see you like this."

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" said Uncle Aaron who had just returned from the mosque.

He was confused who was hugging his wife. However, when the two women of different ages turned to him while answering greetings, then he recognized who the girl was.

"Zulaikha?" call him to make sure.

"Uncle," said Zulaikha while kissing the back of the middle-aged man's hand.

"Thank God, is this really you? By Allah."

"Yes, Uncle, this is Zulaikha, your most unyu-unyu nephew." The atmosphere of the haru momentarily disappeared upon hearing the girl's last words.

"It turns out the rancor is still the same, Mas," joked Aunt Anisa laughing softly.

"There is nothing at all that can make us smile" said Uncle Harun as he rubbed Zulaikha's head covered with a veil.

***

In the morning, Tareeq had just left the room after last night he came home late because of overtime. Before starting breakfast, he plans to do light exercise first in the gym room.

Tareeq's footsteps came to a halt and stepped back slightly until he was right in the doorway of the grandfather's room.

"What's up, Grandpa?"

"Lake in!" tell that old man.

Tareeq came in and sat down on the chair that was right in front of Grandpa Husein who was sitting on his bed.

"Do you really mean what you say that will make Zulaikha your wife?" tanyakanya.

Instead of answering, Tareeq turned his head out of the room and closed the door. "No, Cake. Where could Tareeq have married that Indonesian girl. Tareeq was just pretending that Aunt Afra was not betrothing Tareeq with her friend's child" the handsome man explained without the slightest hesitation.

"Tareeq!" hardik Grandpa Husein, made the man a little aghast.

"Grandfather never taught you to hurt women's feelings, what did you do yesterday really miss, because of your actions Zulaikha got harsh words from your aunt and what did you say? Just pretending? You know, Zulaikha has returned to Indonesia without saying goodbye, surely he is very disappointed with your actions, but he is very good at helping your sister, but what are you doing?" Grandfather Husein took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to neutralize his emotions.

"What's? He's back in Indonesia?"

"Yes. Now that Grandpa doesn't want to know, you have to take responsibility for what you've done."

"What's responsible, Cake?" tanya Tareeq was confused.

"Get him and marry him!" tell Grandpa Husein firmly.

"What's? But Grandpa ...."

"If you don't want to do it then never again assume I'm your grandfather" he threatened and immediately left his room.

Now only Tareeq lived in that room. He bowed with his elbows resting on both thighs and grabbed his hair in frustration.

"Gosh, that girl really got me in trouble" he murmured.

***

A few days later, Zulaikha returned to work at a meatball stall, everyone looking surprised by his new appearance after returning from Qatar. No exception Romi who is none other than his friend.

"Zul, Zul-chan. It looks like your departure to Qatar yesterday brought blessings, your appearance changed 100% from before. I also have to go there so I can turn into a priest who is good for the mother of my children" the man said.

"Well, is her mother a child?" ask Zulaikha.

"Not yet, but if you want to be able to, too," his god while raising his eyebrows makes Mr. Shobri as their boss who heard him immediately floated a tabokan on the arm containing the young man.

"Auw, it hurts sir," said Romi grimacing while rubbing his slightly numb arm.

"If you just mengombal, already like running water, very smoothly, the turn is told to lift the gallon even catapulted really like a snail," grumbled the middle-aged man.

"Yee Father, there is a consequence of course there is a cause, sir. I catapulted the gallon because you always told me to lift two gallons at once, the weight, my life is already heavy. I fight Zul because he's single, isn't he Zul?" oceh Romi's.

"Don't open the dong card" said Zulaikha, making them laugh.

Their laughter instantly subsided as the newlyweds entered the stall embracing each other affectionately.

"Sssst, there ask their order," Romi exclaimed to Zulaikha.

"Hell, why should I, ogah ah," Zulaikha refused.

"Eh, Zul, it's time for the ex to regret, look, dibandinininkan Dela, you are much more beautiful, especially if you wear a gini veil, your beauty is increased many times," whispered Romi.

"Ck, lazy, you're a...."

Not finished Zulaikha refused, Romi had run away to leave Zulaikha himself as a servant in the stall.

"Hish, look out for you Romi," hissed Zulaikha very upset.

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