Tasbih Love In Qatar
Makes him Ordinary

After having breakfast together, as Tareeq said yesterday, this morning before leaving for work, he and Zulaikha moved into their new home. Along the way there was no talk at all, making the atmosphere in the car even quieter.

Zulaikha was busy staring out the window, and Tareeq was focused on his wheel.

"Ekhem, what are your daily habits?" zulaikha asked, breaking the silence between them and looking at her husband.

"You don't need to know, and you don't have to do anything for me" Tareeq replied quickly.

Zulaikha could only let out a rough breath and looked back out the window, again her husband said the same thing since yesterday. This attitude of the man beside her really made her have to be extra patient. Maybe this is how it feels to get married suddenly with a man of different nationalities, a lot of habits that are very contrasting between them.

If Tareeq does not want to tell him his habits, then Zulaikha will look for his own year, that is his current plan.

Not felt 45 minutes had passed, the car that took them has now arrived at a large house that is no less luxurious with the mansion of Husein bin Ibrahim. Even the date trees appear neatly lined along the entrance of the house yard and there is a fountain in the middle that forms a roundabout road like a hotel yard.

"Come in, you don't have to do anything here because there are already a few servants in there" Tareeq said. "And here, wear it whenever you want." Tareeq gave the wife a black card and drove back to the office after Zulaikha got out of the car.

Zulaikha stepped into the house, where he was greeted by 5 servants who had been waiting for him since.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Miss. Introduce us are servants in this house, if you need anything please tell us," said the butler among them using English.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, salutations know, my name is Zulaikha," Zulaikha replied so kindly.

One of the servants finally drove Zulaikha to his room which was right next to Tareeq's room. A very luxurious room, very far from his room that he had ever imagined in the future, is very funny, right? Even when just imagining, the mind of his room never reached as luxurious as his room today.

"Unfortunately, my home life is not as beautiful as this room and house. But it's okay, just do my job, after all not tied to each other's feelings much better" his monologue while laying his body on a super-softer king-size mattress in his room.

A few hours had passed, Zulaikha began to feel bored of staying in the room. He decided to meet with servants who were mostly from outside Qatar just to share his story. Perhaps he could find information about the habits of Tareeq.

***

At the office, Tareeq had just finished attending a meeting between divisions in his company, he walked towards his room followed by Ali in the back.

"Sir, your next meeting with Qifty Medica company will be held at restaurant A this afternoon" Ali said after they arrived at Tareeq's room.

"Qifty Medica?" repeated Tareeq, he felt that he had heard that name a lot lately.

"Yes right, sir. This company a few months ago started working with us because they wanted to build a hospital and they entrusted us to take care of the construction to completion" Ali explained.

"God, I forgot about it" Tareeq said. "Alright Ali be ready, in 15 minutes we go there" the man said.

After a few minutes had passed, Tareeq and Ali were already at the restaurant that would be where they met. They walked towards the VIP room appointed by the waiter, and immediately entered after saying their greetings.

A middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a young girl wearing a black abayha and a veil wrapped around his head and showing a bit of his hair stood up to welcome Tareeq's arrival.

"Welcome Mr. Tareeq," said the middle-aged man who was none other than the CEO of Qifty Medica as he extended his hand towards Tareeq.

"Thank you Mr. Ishar." Tareeq welcomed a helping hand to shake hands.

"Oh yes, meet me, whose name is Qifty, my youngest daughter and secretary today." Mr. Ishar introduced the princess to Tareeq and only responded to a nod by the man.

They also began to talk about their cooperation while enjoying the dishes that were already available.

"Oh yes, Tareeq, said your aunt, she agreed to match you with Qifty, what about you?" ask Mr. Ishar.

"What's? Did my aunt never say I was married?"

"You're married?"

"Yes, Sir. A few days ago I went to Indonesia to have my wedding there."

"Indonesian? Why are you so far away from looking for a wife? There's a lot of it here too."

"The name is also a mate, sir." Tareeq scratched his non-itchy nape. Even though this marriage he did forcibly at that time, but he would still mengumununikan his relationship to anyone, he even planned to do the wedding reception after his busyness is slightly reduced.

Qifty was seen whispering to his father, and they spoke softly, not knowing what they were talking about but neither Tareeq nor Ali could hear him.

"I'm sorry, Tareeq, if you're planning to remarry, my daughter is ready to wait for you" said Mr. Ishar, while Qifty only looked down and dared not raise his face.

***

In the afternoon, Zulaikha still coolly chatted with the servants, he even brought a notebook to record all the habits of Tareeq from waking up to sleeping again.

It just so happened that the butler was a waiter who had worked with Tareeq for a long time, even since the man had lived in the mansion of the grandfather.

"Now it's 15:55 minutes, which means Tareeq's coming home soon, right?" asked Zulaikha and the butler nodded with a smile.

"Well, he's going to take a warm bath" his monologue goes to Tareeq's room to prepare warm water, and the clothes the man will wear.

After everything is ready, then he waited for the arrival of the husband on the front porch of the house while seeing some ornamental flowers that are specially cared for by gardeners in the house.

A few minutes later, the long-awaited ones finally came as well. Tareeq got out of the car and headed straight to the terrace of the house where Zulaikha had been waiting for him since.

As she was about to enter the house, Zulaikha blocked the man's path. "Can I shake your hand? In Indonesia, wives usually do it when their husbands come home from work" said Zulaikha.

"Unfortunately we are in Qatar, please step aside, I want to go in" Tareeq argued, leaving Zulaikha in the doorway.

The girl simply let out a rough breath and then flicked her shoulders not wanting to take a headache. If today cannot, then there is tomorrow and tomorrow again. He would continue to do so until the man was completely used to it.

Tareeq entered his room, his gaze immediately fixed on the collared white robe that had been available above the bed. The man simply shook his head while undressing his work clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

When he was in the bathroom, the man was again surprised to find that warm water was available in the bath. Not wanting to take a headache, Tareeq went straight in and soaked in it for a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Zulaikha went straight back to the kitchen to make coffee as directed by the waiter. Once ready, the girl took him to Tareeq's room and was about to place him on the nightstand.

However, along with that, Tareeq came out of the room wearing only a waist towel, making Zulaikha who accidentally saw him reflexively scream while covering her eyes with one hand, he immediately ran out after putting the cup filled with coffee on the nightstand, and so did Tareeq who was surprised by Zulaikha's presence in his room reflexively covered his upper body with both hands.

"Good, that sloppy girl."

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