Tasbih Love In Qatar
When to Choose

That afternoon at a restaurant, Tareeq had arrived first as was the time of his appointment with Qifty. Although still a little feverish, but he wanted to know the girl's plan, both for his sister and for himself.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Tareeq, sorry to keep you waiting, '" said a girl who came from behind the man with her arms resting on his broad shoulders, making Tareeq sharpen his gaze to Qifty.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, say what you want to say earlier," exclaimed the man, not wanting to make small talk.

"Do you want to order food first? Ask Qifty.

"Just say it straight, lunch can catch up," the man refused so coldly.

A faint smile rose on the girl's pretty face. "All right, you see this? This is data from a cord blood I found at a cord blood bank in Singapore. And this is Nameera's medical data. I found a match between the two."

Qifty took out several sheets of paper to make a match appeal in front of Tareeq, not forgetting he explained the parameters by parameters in the paper.

"So that means if Nameera gets a stem cell transplant from this cord blood, there's a chance that Nameera will recover?" ask Tareeq.

"Of course," Qifty replied with a big smile.

Tareeq scooped his face with both hands while expressing gratitude. Even a smile of happiness instantly rose on his handsome face.

"Thank you, I didn't expect you to help me" the man said.

"Of course, I'm even willing to take care of everything as long as you want to make me your wife" Qifty said.

The smile of happiness on Tareeq's face instantly disappeared without a trace.

"What do you mean?" ask the man.

"I mean, if you want to marry me, then I can guarantee your sister's health again, but if that doesn't mean my offer of help was void."

Tareeq clenched his hands together so tightly, his jaw also hardened to resist the emotional turmoil that began to erupt. He did not expect Qifty to take advantage of his sister's situation to force her to marry.

"No, I'll look for it myself then" the man refused.

"But your brother's condition is getting more down Tareeq, you have to ...."

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"You have the heart .. You can use my brother's condition to achieve your obsession," Tareeq's bluff made the girl before him a little surprised.

"Don't expect me to marry you, even seeing that I'm getting sick of it" the man picked up and left Qifty.

Not to forget he gently pulled the hand of a girl who had been sitting listening to their conversation, making Qifty even more round his eyes.

"Si*l, did Zulaikha pretend to be hiding to eavesdrop and laugh at me? lirih Qifty while squeezing the black abahya he was wearing at this time.

Trings

An incoming message on his phone instantly made him excited and immediately ran after Tareeq out of the restaurant.

"Tareeq," call Qifty, making the pair compactly turn towards him.

"Are you sure you don't want to accept my offer?" ask the girl with a face that is difficult to understand, between happy but also afraid.

"Grandfather?" his murmur read the name on the phone screen.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Grandpa ...."

"...."

Tareeq's eyes rounded and immediately looked back at Qifty who was still not far behind him with a look of worry and panic.

"Okay, Grandpa, we're going to the hospital right away" he said, then immediately ran with Zulaikha into his car leaving Qifty.

"What's wrong?" zulaikha asked as the car drove away from the restaurant.

"Nameera, critical Nameera," Tareeq replied in a quivering voice.

Zulaikha was silent for a moment digesting the meaning of Qifty's words earlier, he attributed it to Nameera's current condition.

"What does this mean Qifty asked back?" tanyanya looked at the husband, and was answered nodding by the man.

Zulaikha was downcast, her heart was beginning to hammer out for whatever reason, what fear of losing Nameera or fear of losing her husband. He is really worried right now. Though just now his relationship with Tareeq began to improve, but precisely the urgent situation was in a position that was so difficult.

"I can choose Nameera, right? I haven't loved Tareeq, but why does it hurt?" zulaikha's mind with a turbulent heart and mind.

The car reached the hospital, Tareeq clasped Zulaikha's hand and ran down the hospital hallway to the ICU. The man never let go of Zulaikha's hand for even a second, making Zulaikha even more confused with his heart.

In front of the ICU room apparently already waiting for Grandpa Husein, Ammara's mother, and Rafif.

"Grandfather, how's Nameera doing?" Tareeq immediately approached Grandpa Husein without turning to Ammara's mother. While Zulaikha directly approached the middle-aged woman and Rafif.

"He suddenly had shortness of breath, and severe nosebleeds," replied Grandpa Husein.

Tareeq scooped his face violently, clearly visible worry and fear on the man's face. Until a doctor came out of the ICU room where Nameera was treated then immediately approached Grandpa Husein and Tareeq.

"We're still trying to find donors, but if you have a family who has donated cord blood, you can immediately tell us. The patient's condition is still critical, the patient must immediately perform a transplant when the condition is better, hopefully a suitable donor can be found soon," said the doctor.

Zulaikha who heard the doctor's words, plus saw the fear on the husband's face, finally convinced himself to decide his choice.

"Can we talk?" The man did not answer, he just followed where Zulaikha took him.

"Married to Qifty" said Zulaikha who somehow now began to feel hot eyes.

"What's? No, until any time I will not marry that woman," Tareeq refused amid his despair.

"But I think that's the only way Nameera can get a suitable donor" Zulaikha said.

"Then what about you?" tareeq asked, his eyes now seemed to be teary looking at Zulaikha.

"I'm .. I'm fine" he replied with a smile, but he didn't realize a tear had now fallen down his cheek.

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