Tasbih Love In Qatar
Qatari Men's Comb

Time was getting late as Tareeq and Zulaikha had finished their serious talk.

"I will continue my sleep" said Zulaikha, walking to his room. However, he stopped his steps when he realized Tareeq was following him from behind.

"Why follow me?" tanyanya after turning to look at the wonder of her husband.

"I want to sleep too" replied the man.

"But this is my room."

"I know."

Zulaikha frowned. "Your room is there." He pointed to a room not far from his room.

"I-I want to sleep with you," the man's great-grandson bowed. He really did not expect those words would finally come out of his own mouth after what he had been doing all this time.

"My company?" Repeat the girl with her hands pointing towards herself.

"Yes, didn't I just say that from now on I will treat you as my real wife?"

Zulaikha was speechless, it seemed like this man before him was indeed serious about his words.

"Are you sure?" ask Zulaikha.

"Of course, come on." Without warning, Tareeq immediately pulled Zulaikha's hand into the room.

The man got on the bed first and stretched his tired body after a week he could not rest properly because he thought of his wife. However, he fell silent when he realized Zulaikha was just standing by the bed and reluctant to go up.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not used to your attitude like this" Zulaikha replied, taking his pillow and going to the sofa.

Tareeq stared at his wife, without realizing it, apparently all this time he had built a wall between them and certainly needed time to remove the wall.

"I'm sorry" said the man, who felt very guilty this time. "Sleep here, let me sleep on the couch, he continued, and walked toward Zulaikha.

"No need, go to sleep, you must be tired," she said, opening her veil and lying on the couch and closing her eyes.

Tareeq no longer answered, he silently looked at the wife who had now issued a fine snoring.

"I'm sorry, I'm really a bad husband, from now on, I'll try to be a good husband to you Zulaikha."

***

Fajr prayers filled the city of Doha. Zulaikha slowly opened his eyes, he was a little surprised when he realized that he was sleeping on the bed, as he remembered, last night he slept on the sofa.

Zulaikha's eyes bulged as he stared at the sofa and found Tareeq sleeping there with a slight curl because his body was not as long as the size of the sofa, the temperature was quite cold and he only used the cloth covering his head as a blanket.

"Oh my God, look at this bod0h man, why is he doing all this" said Zulaikha as he walked over to his husband.

"Tareeq, get up, it's a prayer" said the girl, waking up without touching the man in front of her, but there was no response at all from him.

Zuaikha repeated his call again, this time by slightly touching Tareeq's hand and he was taken aback when he realized his hand was hot. The girl now turns to touching the forehead of the husband to make sure that the man is really fever at this time or not.

"She had a fever, "her spirit, then immediately came out of the room.

Shortly after, Zulaikha returned to the room with a container of water and cloth. He bent his legs and rested on his knees on the floor and compressed Tareeq's forehead carefully so as not to wake him up.

For a moment he watched every curve of the man's face, like a beautiful masterpiece, very handsome. True to say, the man from the Middle East was handsome and handsome, and Zulaikha never expected that he would have a husband among them.

"You're wrong," Tareeq interrupted in a distinctive hoarse voice waking up, leaving the girl shocked.

Zulaikha's eyes were puffed up as Tareeq's burly hand held his wrist holding a compressive cloth on his forehead.

Tareeq smiled at Zulaikha's shock, and he got up from his sleep and took the compressive cloth from the girl's hand and placed it into the container. The man then pulled the wife to sit next to him without taking off the tiny wrist.

"God brought down 100% good looks to this world, 50% to Prophet Muhammad, 25% to Prophet Joseph, and another 25% to all mankind in this world" the man explained, making Zulaikha frown.

"Surely you want to interrupt, why exactly the good looks of the famous Prophet Yusuf and can hypnotize women, right?" Zulaikha nodded his head slowly.

Tareeq smiled again and positioned his seat facing Zulaikha.

"Allah sent down 10 curtains of light to Prophet Muhammad and Prophet Joseph so that his good looks were not so striking, only, to Prophet Joseph, Allah opened the whole curtain, as for the Prophet Muhammad, Allah only draws one curtain from the world, and the rest will be completely removed by Allah in the Hereafter." Tareeq paused for a moment his words.

"That is why it was the good looks of the Prophet Joseph that were famous and able to hypnotize Zulaikha, but for this Zulaikha who was before me, I would try to hypnotize him in my own way," he smiled and held the girl's hands.

A red gleam instantly appeared on Zulaikha's cheeks, then he quickly withdrew his hand. "What the hell? I want to pray," he said, then walked quickly out of the room leaving Tareeq who was now laughing softly at the behavior of his wife.

Zulaikha walked quickly to the kitchen while holding his thumping chest. He took the water and sat down to drink it slowly.

"What the fuck? Is he trying to beat me? No-no, I won't be lulled by the flutter," he muttered and went back to drinking the water.

"But why does it sound so sweet? Is that how Qataris fight? Jeez, it could collapse my defenses if it keeps going like this," he concluded later.

Zulaikha returned to his room to perform the morning prayers, but he was a little surprised when he saw two prayer mats had been laid in his room, while Tareeq is tidying up the white robe that he used since last night to wear prayers.

They started praying together for the first time since they got married. After their greeting continue with a moment of remembrance and prayer.

Tareeq extended his hand to Zulaikha, making the girl stare at Tareeq's bewildered hand.

"I think women in Indonesia will kiss her husband's hand every time I pray, am I wrong?" ask Tareeq.

Zulaikha who began to understand the meaning of the husband finally immediately welcomed the man's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Both of them paused for a moment in their positions, feeling a rustling heart, and a heart that was pumping faster than usual. There was a beautiful feeling that could not be expressed in words and it was only the first time they felt.

Zulaikha who felt his heart was not right finally let go of Tareeq's hand and was about to stand up, but his hand was choked by the man.

"Wait a minute." Tareeq pulled Zulaikha back to sit in front of him, then slowly he kissed the girl's forehead.

"Gosh, it's me," the inner Zulaikha who felt her chest as if she wanted to jump out of place immediately.

The girl immediately took off the kiss of the husband, and now it was precisely the gaze of those who met each other. Again a tinge of red blush appeared filling the girl's white cheeks.

"I-I'm going to cook," said Zulaikha a little stammered and immediately moved out of the room.

Tareeq smiled looking at Zulaikha's misbehavior, looking so adorable in his eyes.

***

In the morning at the hospital, Ammara's mother who was feeding Nameera was suddenly called by a doctor.

"We have done an examination of the compatibility of Mother with Mother's children, of the 8 parameters that we tested, only 3 are suitable, that means that the mother's match is less than 50%."

"What's? So I can't be a donor to my own child?" asked Ammara's mother who was so devastated to hear the doctor's explanation.

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