Tasbih Love In Qatar
The Untillable Miss

Take care of your sincerity, for he can guard and stretch your chest in accepting whatever destiny comes without blaming the Giver of Destiny.

Be sincere, then he will keep your heart in order to remain prejudiced over what is happening in your life.

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Zulaikha awoke at dawn. Because he was a little tired, he woke up late from his usual wake schedule since marriage. Not wanting to buy time, he took a hiccup and went to see the husband in his room, whether he was awake or not.

The girl was a little surprised when she found Tareeq's bed neat. "Is he in the bathroom?" his mind while approaching towards the bathroom which turned out to be also empty.

Zulaikha turned to look for the suitcase he had prepared last night, and it turned out to be no more. That means the man was gone before he woke up. The girl laughed discordantly, laughing at her relationship with her husband. There's no saying goodbye or anything about going far.

The man was completely different in the presence of Zulaikha, arrogant but not to say harsh words to her, sometimes stubborn but in the end received Zulaikha's treatment.

Not wanting to take a headache, Zulaikha decided to perform dawn prayers first. After that he will make meatballs for Nameera, the girl really likes his meatballs.

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Nameera sat leaning against a pile of pillows while holding a photo of her parents. Two people he missed so much, but could no longer meet.

A thread of tears slowly drenched his cheeks, holding back the longing was really very torturing to him. A longing that he could not even express to anyone, and preferred to keep to himself.

Sometimes I want to hate the mother who left when she was a child, but he also could not deny the love that his mother had given him was really not worth the wounds he had inflicted.

"Dad, Mom, Nameera misses, hicks" she said between bated cries.

"If you can't see me in this world anymore, then what about Mom? Is there still a chance for me to see it, even for the last time?" Tears were increasingly pouring down her paled cheeks. He realized, his age might not be long, but at least he could see the mother at the end of his age.

For a moment in the room there was only the sound of a sobbing from the poor girl. Unbeknownst to him, Zulaikha had heard what Nameera had said, until tears also washed his cheeks. He clearly understood what it was like to miss people who could no longer be met.

Zulaikha wiped away her tears for a moment, wanting to feel like she had immediately entered and hugged Nameera, but she undone. For the time being he chose to remain silent outside the room until the girl calmed down, he wanted to give freedom and opportunity for his sister-in-law to be able to release all her feelings that had been her pendam who stifled her chest.

Until the moment Nameera's voice could not be heard crying again, Zulaikha entered. Not forgetting he changed his face so that it no longer looks sad.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" said Zulaikha with a smile when he found Nameera looking at him.

"Wa'alaikum salam" he replied.

"Where's Grandpa?" ask Zulaikha.

"So Grandpa was called by the doctor, maybe the doctor wanted to say if I was no longer long" replied Nameera lethargic.

"Et et et, what is this teacher of mine, do you not teach me that age, sustenance and soul mate only God knows? So don't talk no-no, God willing you'll be healed soon." Zulaikha embraced the shoulder of her sister-in-law, she tried to give her spirit even though her heart was also afraid of the words of Nameera earlier.

"Sir Zul is right, forgive this pessimistic attitude O Allah. Oh right, brother, did you bring meatballs? I smell a very pleasant aroma, "look at Nameera while sniffing the scent that has since greeted her sense of smell.

"Of course, I made a special meatball for you and Grandpa." Zulaikha picked up the food box he was carrying and served it at a special table on Nameera's bed.

"Alhamdulillah, Brother Zul knows if I want to eat meatballs made by Brother."

"Yes dong, we're one," he said, making the girl in front of him laugh.

"Qifty," Zulaikha's inner self stared flatly at the woman.

"How are you doing, Nameera?" Instead of answering, Nameera furrowed her brows and ignored Qifty.

"If you want to find Tareeq, he's not here." Zulaikha wanted to find out if the woman had come purely to visit Nameera or just wanted to attract her husband.

"Where is he?" the woman asked Zulaikha.

"To a distant place" replied Zulaikha of origin.

"Where to?"

"Yes far away, if there is anything please leave a message to me as his wife," Zulaikha said.

"No thanks," replied Qifty ketus.

"Nameera, I go first well then," said Qifty so kindly, very different when talking to Zulaikha.

She leaves Nameera and Zulaikha. They also turned to look at each other.

"Why don't you answer when he asks you how you are?" ask Zulaikha to Nameera.

"Because he is not sincere, he came here not for me, but for Tareeq," he replied, making Zulaikha nod in understanding.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Husein who had just walked out of the doctor's room was walking with such a sad face.

Nameera can currently only be saved with a spinal cord donor. The drugs he had been taking could only slow the spread of his cancer, and could not treat it. If not immediately done a spinal cord transplant, I fear his life is not long, even though only God knows better.

The doctor's words filled his mind the elderly man was very capable if he had to lose his grandson at a young age. It is enough for the child who has left first, not again his grandson.

"O Allah, I was born in this world before Nameera, if anyone should come back to you, I am the one" said Grandpa Husein as he rubbed his watery eyes.

For a moment he sat in a quiet place to calm his heart. Thinking of the granddaughter who had long suffered from the deadly disease, made her heartless, especially after so long Nameera tried to survive, at least she could feel a healthy body and feel happiness.

***

"Hello,"

"Hello, it's Billy, Akmal's friend."

"Oh yeah, how?"

"After searching the medical data of several people, I found only one that was almost similar to the medical data of your sister-in-law."

"really?" please give me his number."

"He didn't have a phone number because he was a child. But I looked at her mother's data, it turns out she's the mother of your sister-in-law."

"What?"

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