Tasbih Love In Qatar
Meeting with Billy

Zulaikha returned to the car and immediately sat down right next to Tareeq. "You are too easy to assume bad, said the people, this building was once a cord blood bank. However, 5 years ago they had problems, so they had to be closed" Zulaikha explained.

"Yes, sorry, I was wrong" Tareeq said. "Then? Does the cord blood not exist either?" continues asking.

"I'm not sure, some say it's all gone, but some say the blood bank is still there, they're just moving locations, some say, likewise all the cord blood they have is all moved, but regarding its location no one knows," replied Zulaikha.

Tareeq paused for a moment thinking of another way. "Is there no more cord blood banks here?" ask Tareeq.

"All I can get from Billy's information is, there's, it's just that the cord blood that's there is a special deposit from some family to use at some point when needed, he said, and they pay for their storage time. I don't know if they want to sell us a little or not" Zulaikha said.

"We just try to go there to ask him, maybe there is a suitable and his family wants," said Tareeq.

"Good idea, and I have an additional idea, what if after checking in there we meet Billy, who knows he can track where the blood bank was moved," Zulaikha suggested.

"What's? Billy again? Did you deliberately want to meet him?" look at the man suspiciously.

"Astaghfirullah, start again, are you jealous?" zulaikha asked with eyes staring at her husband.

"That's a question that you definitely know Zulaikha's answer to," Tareeq replied without looking back at him.

"Come on Tareeq, we are in a very important business, if our business is done then you remove all your bugs," said Zulaikha trying to convince Tareeq who is like an ABG child when jealous.

"Yes, let's go to the blood bank first, please set the maps," the man asked in the end.

They finally went towards the bank that Zulaikha meant. They had to return to the hotel empty-handed. The night, plus a body that was so tired, made the couple collapsed in bed after doing the issue. Zulaikha himself had arranged a meeting with Billy for the next day.

***

"What's your plan, Qifty?" aunt Afra asked as they were having dinner together at a fancy restaurant.

"As always, Auntie. Tareeq declined my offer, choosing instead to find a donor instead of marrying me. Am I not that attractive in his eyes?" qifty said with a sad look.

"You're nothing, you're very attractive, honey. Even more interesting than Zulaikha, I don't know what he did to my nephew until Tareeq was so loyal to him" said Aunt Afra.

"They think finding cord blood is as easy as turning my palm, I'm so grateful that I was born with a smart brain and quick response, just look, they'll finally come back to see me." Qifty showed his sly smile.

"Whatever your plan is, I hope it is not something that could harm you in the future" Aunt Afra warned.

"Just calm down, Auntie. Everything is safe," he replied so calmly and happily.

***

The dawn prayer began to reverberate to invite each of His servants to re-establish the morning prayer. Zulaikha began to open his eyes slowly, he was about to rise from his sleep to pray, but his body felt heavy in the abdomen, apparently a burly hand was perched there.

I don't know since when he and Tareeq slept in this close position. As he remembered last night, Tareeq first fell asleep on the right side, then followed by himself who slept on the left side.

Zulaikha wanted to raise her husband's hand carefully, but failed as Tareeq squirmed slightly and repaired his hand and hugged Zulaikha's waist tighter until her back was tight on the man's chest.

Even the husband's breath can be felt at the nape of his neck, making the fur of Zualikha's nape brushed and his heart was pounding even more. The girl kept trying to let go of Tareeq's embrace a few times to make the man was disturbed from his sleep.

"Why so much movement?" tanya Tareeq with her hoarse voice.

"I want to pray, but your hands are heavy" replied Zulaikha.

"Absolutely adzan?" ask the man again without moving his hand.

"Udah, just finished the adhan," replied Zulaikha.

"Oh yeah? Jesus, I have to get ready for the mosque" he said, rising from his sleep, not forgetting that he peeked at Zulaikha's forehead, making the girl hold her breath.

Zulaikha let out a sigh of relief. "Gosh, he likes to do things all of a sudden, make my heart jump" he murmured, then got out of bed and prepared a collared white robe, black headgear and agal fabric to be used to pray by Tareeq as usual.

While waiting for the husband's arrival, Zulaikha decided to pray and get ready. Their plan this morning was to go to Billy's place which took 3 hours from their current location.

Right after everything was ready, Tareeq arrived in his typical Middle Eastern male style.

"Why slow back?" asked Zulaikha a little surprised, the article was almost an hour Tareeq in the mosque.

Tareeq who found Zulaikha sitting on the sofa finally sat right next to him. "So Mr. Imam asked me the stories first, very fluent in Arabic. It turns out that the people here are quite friendly and kind" Tareeq said with a smile that could not be separated from his face.

"Who said that Indonesians are not good?" ask Zulaikha.

"Me, but that was before" Tareeq replied.

"Oh, if yesterday hated Indonesians who?"

"Me too, but ...."

"Who else is married to an Indonesian?"

"Yes me too, but that's because it's forced."

"Oh so you had to?" Zulaikha squinted his eyes at the husband.

"Eh, not anymore, but I am thankful," Talat Tareeq quickly.

"Thankful why?"

"Because you are God's best choice, even I regret wasting you first." Tareeq spoke honestly with a serious look, making Zulaikha's face red.

"It's okay to postpone our wedding reception here? I want Nameera to celebrate with us" the man continued.

"It's okay, I also want Nameera to feel happiness with us" Zulaikha replied

"Thank you for loving Nameera" Tareeq said, holding Zulaikha's hands.

"The nameera is like the light in my dark life, taking me in a brighter, more prayerful life that reminds me of God. If only I could be a suitable donor, I would love to help him, I love him like my own brother." Zulaikha's voice now sounded slightly trembling.

The touched Tareeq finally brought Zulaikha into his arms. "Did you know? marrying you is the hope of Nameera, so let us live our household as best we can, expecting the pleasure of God, and making each other happy, if we are happy, Nameera will definitely be happy," lirih.

Zulaikha nodded her head in approval of the husband's words, this time also returning Tareeq's embrace for the first time, it seems he must open his heart so that he can also be happy without harboring feelings that make him always feel worried.

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After traveling for approximately 3 hours, Tareeq and Zulaikha have now arrived at a cafe where a man with glasses and his friends are waiting for their arrival.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, welcome to the city of A. Introduce me Billy, and this friend and brother-in-law of mine, his name is Akmal." The bespectacled man introduced himself so kindly with Indonesian.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, thank you, I'm Zulaikha, and this is my husband's name Tareeq." Zulaikha introduced himself.

They began to talk about what was the reason for their meeting. Zulaikha tells the state of Nameera and their mission came to Indonesia, Billy who began to understand finally opened the laptop and began to move his fingers on the keyboard.

A few minutes passed and all that was there was just a silent look at Billy's action that was so stunning. Even Tareeq seemed to be amazed by the ability of men who had doubted his ability.

"I have found it, so this cord blood bank was transferred to Singapore 5 years ago. And there is still the name of the donor, Rafif son of Ammara."

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