Tasbih Love In Qatar
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"But Tareeq, can't the human heart change? Maybe at this time your heart is not interested in me, but maybe one day you will start to be interested and want to marry me, I'm just trying to make you think which is worthy and not worth your wife."

Tareeq laughed at Qifty's words. "So who do you think is worthy and unworthy to be my wife?"

"Do I need to answer? You must have known the answer, in any case I'm better than him."

"Well, you're right, I already know the answer, and your status towards me has already answered who is worthy and unworthy. She's my wife, and you're not, no matter how superior you are, is that clear?"

After saying that, Tareeq immediately left Qifty who was even silenced by his own words. Feeling annoyed by Tareeq's attitude, the girl decided to go straight home without going back to see Aunt Afra. It felt like he had completely lost face in front of the man he had loved for a long time.

Tareeq walked into Nameera's room alone. It made Aunt Afra immediately approached him with a row of questions like a train.

"How were you talking to Qifty? Isn't she better than your wife? Have you decided on your choice? Oh, where is Qifty?" that middle-aged woman

"He's home, Auntie. If Bibi is curious about our conversation, Bibi can catch up with her and ask her directly mumpung she has not gone far," Tareeq said, and sure enough, Aunty Afra immediately came out following Qifty without saying anything.

The man could only waste a lethargic breath staring at the departure of his Aunt who really did not care about Nameera. Even so, he still tried to respect the younger brother of his father because after all he was the one who had replaced the figure of his mother all this time.

Tareeq walked towards the sofa and landed his body there. He wanted to ask Nameera directly, but Zulaikha's presence near his sister made the man undo his intentions.

He looked at Nameera who seemed to be eating, then turned to look at Zulaikha who was busy feeding her sister. It could even make the girl make the sister laugh in the midst of the pain that afflicted her.

Without him noticing, the two ends of his lips were drawn to form a thin arch, it's just that the thin arch only lasted a few seconds and then disappeared instantly when the girl he had been staring at accidentally turned towards him.

"So how did you decide after talking to Qifty?" ask Grandpa Husein in Arabic.

"Grandfather, marrying just one woman feels so hard, how could I possibly marry two women? I can't bear it, Cake," Tareeq answered honestly.

"Then, what if your aunt asks you to divorce Zulaikha and marry Qifty?" ask Grandpa Husein again.

Tareeq let out a lethargic breath. "Grandfather, apart from my marriage which started from compulsion, for me, marriage is something that I want to do once in a lifetime" the man explained. "Although until now I have not been able to carry out my duties as a husband well," he continued in his heart.

***

Meanwhile, on the front page of the house, Aunt Afra was having a serious conversation.

"Auntie, I really have lost face in front of Tareeq," said Qifty with teary eyes.

"Do you want to give up, son?" ask Aunt Afra.

"I don't know, Bi. I was confused as to what to do," Qifty said desperately.

"Stay trying, whatever you do Aunt will support you. Aunty was expecting you to be Tareeq's wife and not that poor girl."

Qifty was silent for a moment, he was really confused as to how to attract Tareeq to him. However, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Auntie, what if I do this?" Qifty whispered something in Aunt Afra's ear, making the middle-aged woman's eyes bully. "Will Aunt support me?" continues asking.

"But .... Your career will be at stake here, son."

"I guarantee you won't, Bi," Qifty said with a smile.

***

Today changed the night, Tareeq, Zulaikha and Grandpa Husein were still faithful in Nameera's room.

The voice of Tareeq's cell phone instantly resuscitated him from a daydream that was out of the question.

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, '" said the man opening the conversation.

"....."

"What's? Tomorrow?"

"...."

"Why so sudden?"

"...."

"All right then. Wa'alaikum greetings."

The phone call ended. Tareeq then approached the Grandfather who was leaning his body on the sofa.

"Grandfather, tomorrow Tareeq will go to Dubai, Tareeq's business partner who is there suddenly wants to have a meeting" Tareeq said.

"Alright, go, son, grandfather who will keep your brother here" said Grandpa Husein. "Zulaikha?" he continued calling the granddaughter-in-law who was still stomping on Nameera's feet who had fallen asleep, making the girl turn her head.

"Yes, Cake?" ask Zulaikha.

Come home with Tareeq tonight, tomorrow he will go on a business trip," Grandpa Husein said.

Zulaikha turned a little towards Tareeq who was still busy with his phone. "Alright, Cake," the girl replied later.

They were forced to go home tonight, in fact Zulaikha slightly objected to leave the Grandfather who looked exhausted with Nameera, actually, it's just that he also has the responsibility to prepare everything Tareeq needs that will go tomorrow.

"Grandfather wants you to join me on my business trip, but you better not have to come."

"I really don't want to come, I'm coming home right now because I just want to help you prepare your clothes," Zulaikha replied quickly, making the man take a slight glance at her.

"You don't have to do that either ...."

"Please, don't forbid me" he insisted, even before Tareeq finished his words.

The car was back in silence. There were no more voices from the two husbands. Each one was again busy in their minds who knew nothing.

Not felt, the car driven by Tareeq now reaches his yard. The man got out of the car first without a word, then was followed by Zulaikha.

The girl was standing near the door of Tareeq's room which was also adjacent to the door of his room, the man's room was not closed until the sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom. Zulaikha quickly entered the room and prepared the clothes that the husband would wear tonight.

After that, he walked back into the walk in closet to prepare the clothes that Tareeq will use during the business trip later. The girl prepared everything so agilely that all she had managed to prepare before the man came out of the bathroom.

The bathroom door was open, Tareeq came out from inside in a fresher state. Not forgetting he closed the door he had forgotten because he hurriedly wanted to urinate immediately. However, as he turned around, his gaze immediately turned to the bed where his clothes were neatly available there, as he had expected in the bathroom.

His gaze now turned toward the suitcase that had stood neatly on the side of the nightstand, the opening of the suitcase, and all his needs were ready in it, he said, again the two ends of the man's lips were attracted to form a thin arch, a smile was seen on his face.

Yes, consciously unconsciously, for two months together with Zulaikha who was always quick to prepare all the needs even though without his knowledge, the man began to get used to everything that his wife did to him.

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