Tasbih Love In Qatar
Can I Hold Your Hand?

Time continued until the dawn of the Adhan began to reverberate. Tareeq awoke from his sleep in a sitting position. His neck and back felt a little sore, not to mention his legs which since last night had been uncomfortable due to yesterday's incident.

Tok tok tok tok

"Zul, are you awake, son." Anisa's aunt knocks on the door, waking the girl up. Tareeq only silently looked at the girl before him in silence.

"Yes, Auntie" said Zulaikha and rose from his sleep.

For a moment Zulaikha turned towards Tareeq, the man who was now her husband was looking at her from the chair without making a sound.

He slowly got out of bed and headed towards the door next to the Tareeq chair.

"What do you want to drink after morning prayers? Water, tea, coffee or milk?" zulaikha asked a little to look at her husband.

"Anything" the man replied briefly.

Without another stroke, Zulaikha immediately came out of the room, after which Tareeq immediately changed his sleep clothes with a white robe to wear dawn prayers at the mosque with Grandpa Husein and Uncle Aaron.

The sun began to rise when Tareeq decided to return to Uncle Aaron's house. He was a little surprised when he saw the house that has now begun to be decorated for the reception tonight.

This wedding preparation is of course handled by Aunt Anisa in collaboration with Ms. RT who does have a Wedding Organizer business, everything goes quickly, let alone all costs borne by Tareeq, who has a wedding ceremony, so that in just an instant all has been successfully ordered, just wait so it is.

Likewise with wedding invitations made through the mosque after the dawn prayer. It is common in the village if you want to invite all villagers without exception.

Tareeq entered Zulaikha's room which was neat and empty, no matter where the owner of the room was, but on the table there was milk presented with a typical pastry of the village.

In drinking warm milk then taste a little cake, then tasted again and again. There was no sound coming from the man, only the occasionally closed eyes hinting at how delicious the milk and cake was on his tongue.

Before long, the door of the room opened and revealed the figure of Zulaikha wearing a bathrobe and a towel covering his wet hair. The girl turned her head for a moment towards Tareeq and lowered her head hiding her face from a hint of embarrassment, embarrassed that just this time there was another man who saw her in such a state.

And so did Tareeq who had only first seen the woman in the current state of Zulaikha, making him instantly turn his gaze back on the cake and milk on the table.

Slowly Zulaikha stepped into the wardrobe without looking at her husband, wanting to pick up a shirt and then return to the bathroom to wear it.

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Night has now arrived, Tareeq has been ready with a black tuxedo suit with a matching bow tie that sticks beautifully where it should be. He stood in front of a mirror in Zulaikha's room while waiting for the arrival of his wife who had been in makeup for a few hours in Aunt Anisa's room.

"Already, Grandpa," said the man.

"OK come here and see how beautiful your wife is" said Grandpa Husein, making Tareeq who was curious and immediately stepped closer to the Grandpa who was waiting outside the room.

"That's your wife" pointed Grandpa Husein towards the right side of the room where Zulaikha had exited Aunt Anisa's room in a beautiful white dress with a veil covering her hair, as well as the small crown perched on top of her head, making her truly look like a very beautiful queen.

"God willing," Tareeq muttered involuntarily, his eyes not even blinking looking at the figure of the wife that he could not deny her beauty all this time, and the more her beauty tonight.

Now the two Kings and Queens have been sitting together on a lap. There was no happy face between the two. They only smile occasionally when guests come to greet and congratulate them.

Until the time comes it's Della's turn and the husband who will go up on the guarantee to congratulate. Zulaikha who realized their presence began to worry a little, for a moment he glanced at Tareeq who looked silent looking at the atmosphere of the guests who were so crowded.

"May I hold your hand?" lmtanya Zulaikha.

"For what?" Somehow Tareeq actually asked the reason, when it was natural for a wife to hold her husband's hand.

Zulaikha did not answer, she was confused to give a suitable reason, there was no way she told her husband that the man who would soon come was her ex-husband.

"To ...."

"Hello Zul, congratulations on your marriage" said Della so kindly while embracing her husband's friendly hands, but her gaze turned to Tareeq. He even wanted to greet Tareeq, but the man cupped his hands together in front of his chest, making Della pull her hands back a little embarrassed.

"Kok you can get a husband like him anyway, Zul? It seems like she married you because she had to" asked Della without taking her eyes off her bride.

"So, he looked at my husband all the way, all the time" Zulaikha stared intently at Della without any intention of answering the woman's question.

Unexpectedly, a burly hand coiled around Zulaikha's slender waist, making the girl a little aghast then looked at the man beside her who was apparently staring at the former.

- Connected

For those who have read the previous chapter, and found a repetition of the word in this chapter, the Author apologizes, instead of wanting to add a word, just the chapter Author wants to cut because of the extension, because the extension is, but not finished in the edit was not even accidentally sent.

The author was at midnight because:D