Tasbih Love In Qatar
Relationship Without Love

"Who sent you here? Your attitude towards me at that time was far more laboring than my attitude towards you at this moment."

Zulaikha's words immediately silenced Tareeq's mouth, he no longer knew what to say to the girl before him.

"Just you have to go home now, there's something your uncle wants to say" Tareeq said.

"I can't, I'm still at work" Zulaikha said.

"It's okay, I'll pay compensation for everything," said the man, making Zulaikha immediately turned the eyeballs off guard.

"Based on arrogance."

"What's? you don't know thank you very much, it's good that I paid the damages, and not you."

"You're the one who asked me to come home."

"Not me, but your Uncle. Hurry on!"

"Yes-yes, I got permission from my boss."

Zulaikha finally went to ask Mr. Shobri for permission first, then he returned to the place where Tareeq was waiting for him. The girl started riding her bike, and Tareeq was about to sit on her bonbar.

"Eh uh, how's it going up? What were you here for?" ask Zukaikha in wonder.

"I walk, your uncle says your place of work is near, so I choose to walk, uh know-know-know-know-how much," the man said.

"So?"

"I'll go home with you."

"If so you're the one who brought his bike, so shy bonceng big boy like you."

"I can't, I've never ridden a bike, most if it's just a stationary bike."

"Oh my God, it's very distressing," Zulaikha grumbled and went up first. Spots up!" tell the girl.

Tareeq eventually got on, but, this time he was confused because there was no place for his footstool, while his long legs on a short bike, made his legs bend like a child's bicycle.

"Hey, how's my leg?" ask Tareeq.

Zulaikha turned his head and looked towards Tareeq's feet.

"Oh, easy, hang your feet wherever you want" replied the girl originally

"What's? But bagaima .... Eeeh eeh eehhh." Tareeq's speech was interrupted when Zulaikha directly pedaled his bike without giving a cue, making the man almost toppled backwards.

Along the way, there was no talk at all, both busy with their respective affairs. Zulaikha was busy pedaling a bicycle that was getting heavy because of the large tall man in the back. While Tareeq was busy taking care of his legs which were sometimes lifted, and sometimes left dragged because of tired lifting.

During the trip, it was not uncommon for the neighbors to shout at him with insinuating words to corner.

"There is no substitute for it."

"Crazy, local men fail, bule men be."

"Don't show off, fail again, shame on you."

"Bull jerky is not a guy."

"Not married yet bonceng-boncengan kayak that, duh."

Zulaikha's ears will be burned by their words which are almost nothing good for him. It felt like he wanted to get on his bike faster, but he found it hard to ride his bike because of the extra weight behind.

Shortly after, Zulaikha arrived at the delan of a modest house where there was already a car parked there. The girl immediately got off and let Tareeq stay on the bike alone with a million of her covetousness, aplenty her fate today.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" said Zulaikha as he stepped into the house and kissed the back of the hands of his uncle and aunt sitting in the living room.

"Grandfather Hussein?" he said he only realized his presence, then kissed the back of the elderly man's hand.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" said Tareeq with a face that was tangled with annoyance and fatigue.

"Yes, Bi. Forced," replied Zulaikha in Indonesian as well.

"Zul, Uncle did not expect you would meet with Mr. Hussein in Qatar." Uncle Harun started telling stories in Indonesian.

"So, back when uncle was still working as a TKI in Saudi Arabia as a driver, uncle had a severe accident, it might be said to be a fatal accident but thank God still saves the uncle from death. And while in the hospital, to healing therapy, Mr. Husein who accompanied uncle like family until uncle healed and could return to Indonesia," explained Uncle Harun.

Zulaikha nodded his head after hearing the Uncle's story, now he knew the reason the Uncle said that Grandpa Husein was a good person.

"So we had a conversation for a moment, and the uncle agreed with the good intentions of Mr. Hussein," continued Uncle Aaron, making Zulaikha immediately knit his eyebrows.

"Good intentions?" repeat the girl because she doesn't understand.

"Sir Hussein wants to marry you to his grandson Tareeq" said Uncle Aaron.

Deghs

Zulaikha was silent for a moment digesting the words spoken by the Uncle, there was no joking tone, nor could Uncle lie to him. He stared at everything there, and there were only the honest eyes of Grandpa Husein and the hopeful eyes of Uncle Aaron.

"Son, how? Mr. Aaron is a very nice person, just accept it, son," whispered Aunt Anisa, making the girl even more in a dilemma.

"What does this mean by Uncle at that time who said if the person in the photo asked for help, then fill everything as long as you can?" inner Zulaikha.

Does he have to accept Tareeq's proposal? Although there is no love involved in it, or rejecting it and disappointing her uncles and aunts, especially Nameera whom she knows the girl wants the same. However, accepting it directly also seems very easy.

"Son Zukaikha, how is it?" asked Grandpa Husein in English, he understood that Uncle Aaron had conveyed his good intentions.

"Why should I, Cake? Isn't being with one country a lot easier?" After a long time of thought, finally one question came out of his mouth.

"Because Tareeq chose you right away, son. Isn't that so Tareeq?" Grandpa Husein patted Tareeq's thigh a little strongly to the point of making the man a little aghast in shock.

"L-yes, Grandpa," he answered briefly.

"Why do you want to choose me? Didn't you say you didn't like Indonesians like me?" Zulaikha now turned his question to Tareeq.

"Eh, that, that I just realized that the Indonesians are not as bad as the ones in my mind, it turns out they are good," Tareeq replied a little flutter. "And I realized your sincere and kind attitude while with my sister" he continued with a serious look this time.

"Nameera, how's it going now?" asked Zulaikha who immediately remembered the condition of the girl.

"When he found out you were gone, he cried a lot, he even dropped. You know for yourself that when you were there, Nameera had no other friends besides you, and it seemed like she already thought of you like her big sister."

Zulaikha again thought, honestly he who is an only child also feels the same way, Nameera he has considered like his own sister, and he could not deny if he wanted to be close to him, he said, at least he could take care of her and give the poor girl some encouragement.

"Alright, bismillah I accept this proposal," said Zulaikha in the end make all who are there say hamdalah with full gratitude.

After the proposal by Zulaikha, Uncle Harun immediately called some kebarabat and KUA officials to register the marriage and immediately do the wedding ceremony later in the afternoon and then continue the reception the next day, the next day, that he intended to avoid slander because Tareeq and Grandpa Husein were staying at his house.

***

That night, Grandpa Husein and Tareeq with Uncle Aaron and Aunt Anisa were clutching in the living room. While Zulaikha had first entered his room because he felt a little dizzy.

"Son, Tareeq, rest if you're tired, Zulaikha's room is behind the middle door, sorry our house is very small," said Uncle Harun a little uncomfortable with using Arabic.

"Okay, Uncle," Tareeq replied and walked to the room in question.

Feeling a little hesitant because it was the first time he would enter the room other than his sister, making Tareeq silent for a moment while taking a deep breath and throwing it away slowly.

Tok tok tok tok

There was no reply from inside the room, making Tareeq finally decide to open the door. Not directly entering, the man observed the condition of the room in the doorway.

The room was very narrow compared to his room which was maybe 10 times larger than the room in front of him, plus the size of the bed which was only two people, which was enough, even the size of the door that is likely to be only 180 cm high, of course Tareeq which has a height of 185 cm should be slightly bent when going in.

"Please close the door so that mosquitoes don't enter."

- Connected