Tasbih Love In Qatar
Treating You as My Wife

Zulaikha sat on the balcony of his room on the 8th floor while staring at the streets that still look crowded in the late night. A gust of wind that was cold enough made him have to cover his body with a jacket.

For a moment she remembered the times when she was so busy taking care of all the needs of her husband. It felt a little strange, living alone without doing anything like when he was still living with Tareeq.

I hate people who don't know anything but are meddling and pretentious. I don't need all your treatment, stupid time with your duty, from now on stop meddling in my affairs, I don't want to see you here again .... GO AWAYL!

Instantly his heart returned to pain as Tareeq's words that night re-spinned in his memory. Even so, he was a little grateful because the man did not play violent when angry. He really feels foreign to the character of the people in this country

The time has shown at 11.00 mlam, Zulaikha finally decided to go into his room to rest. Right after Zulaikha fell asleep, her phone suddenly shook indicating that there was someone calling at this time, but the girl was not at all disturbed from her sleep.

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The voice of the operator speaking again made Tareeq throw a rough breath. This is the umpteenth call he made but never adopted by Zulaikha.

Not long after, a message entered his phone. The man's face immediately turned happy when he received a message containing an address from his friend who was a policeman.

Well, after getting the Zulaikha number from the sister, Tareeq immediately asked his friend for help to track Zulaikha's current location through his mobile number. And in just a few minutes the location is already cantongi.

Tareeq drove his car through the streets in the dark of the night. The goal this time was to pick up the wife, the girl who for one week made him suffer inwardly.

On the other hand, for one week anyway, the man thought about the fate of their marriage. And he has decided to learn to accept this marriage, hopefully what his grandfather said at that time that Zulaikha is a sincere and faithful girl is indeed true.

After traveling for 30 minutes from the hospital, finally arrived Tareeq in The Pearl Qatar area. The area is so beautiful not only during the day but also at night. The man stepped into one of the apartment buildings and took the elevator to the floor where Zulaikha lived.

Tuuut

Tareeq pressed the bell so that Zulaikha could open the door for him. However, it had already been a few minutes since he pressed the bell, but there was no sign at all that the door would open.

"Is he asleep?" he then tried to open the lock key that was next to the door.

"It must be a combination of his birth date," he murmured about to press the button.

"Wait a minute, what's his date of birth? God, what kind of husband am I?" The man nagged himself while scratching his non-itchy head.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" ask someone from the security team who is on patrol using Arabic.

"This, sir, my wife and I are fighting, she hasn't wanted to go home for a week and would rather stay here, I would like to go in but the lock key combination has been replaced," tareeq said with a frustrated face.

"What's the evidence if you're her husband?" ask the guy.

"Oh my God, sir, do you see this ring? This is our wedding ring, we got married almost 3 months ago in Indonesia" Tareeq said, pointing out the ring finger where a ring was ringed.

The man from the security team squinted at the ring and he was silent for a moment. "Please press the bell again, I want to confirm it directly if you are her husband and not an m3sum" she said.

"What's? M3sum he said? God damn brave of him, doesn't he know who he's talking to right now?" taeq was very upset.

Although very upset, in the end Tareeq pressed the bell several times until the sound of the door trying to be opened from the inside. I don't know why the man's heart was racing when he found out soon he would meet his wife.

"Finally you open it too, come here my wife." Tareeq pulled Zulaikha's hand to the front of the door and grabbed her shoulder so that the man standing guard could see directly, fortunately, he has been wearing a home-based child-style bergo veil in Indonesia which is combined with long-sleeved pajamas.

"Is his wife right?" ask the man in Arabic.

"Sir, my wife is Indonesian, she only understands if you use Indonesian and English," sela Tareeq further strengthened her embrace, making Zulaikha's heart seem to want to jump.

"Are you really his wife?" repeat the man in English.

"Yes right" answered Zulaikha briefly.

"When are you married?" the man wanted to match Tareeq and Zulaikha's answers.

"Nearly 3 months ago," Zulaikha replied, making the man nod his head for getting the same answer.

"Alright, please go back in, sorry for interrupting your time." The man immediately left the couple.

The embrace of Tareeq was instantly detached from Zulaikha's shoulders. "Sorry," said the man a little awkwardly.

"Yes, why are you here?

"I want to pick you up" Tareeq said as he bowed.

"Pick up?" repeated Zulaikha and the man nodded quickly.

"Anu, I-I'm sorry for being rude to you at that time, I realized I was wrong, I shouldn't be angry without waiting for your explanation first" he said honestly.

Zulaikha stared for a moment at the tall man before him. "It's night, come in first, it's cold here" he said, then entered first, followed by Tareeq behind him.

Tareeq was sitting in the living room with his knees moving rapidly up and down, don't ask why, he himself did not understand why it felt like this whole thing was facing a woman, she said, though he has often faced many women in business affairs, especially he is his own wife.

"Drink first so that your body feels warm." Zulaikha placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of Tareeq, then sat down on the sofa opposite the man.

"Thank you" Tareeq said, then began sipping the drink with his eyes closed, hinting that he enjoyed the wife's hot chocolate.

Both of them were now silent, the atmosphere immediately felt so awkward. Neither Tareeq nor Zulaikha spoke.

"Ekhem, Zulaikha, again I apologize for last week, not only that, I also apologize for my attitude so indifferent to you." Tareeq momentarily looked at Zulaikha who was silent listening to his words. "Do you want to forgive me?" tanyakanya.

Zulaikha was silent for a moment. "Maybe I can still forgive you, but I don't know if I can still behave like I used to do with you anymore" the girl said with a flat face.

"I will wait for you until your attitude can return to normal. During the week you left me, I thought a lot about my mistakes with you, I shouldn't have acted that way, and from now on I will learn to accept this marriage, and treat you as my wife as you should" said the man.

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