Tasbih Love In Qatar
You're Sly I'm More Cunning

After Qifty's application, Tareeq was getting late to go home, sometimes when he came home, he found Zulaikha had fallen asleep first. It makes the girl more in the thickets of sadness that increasingly torment the inner.

Even at the age of marriage which is almost 5 months, she has not become Tareeq's wife entirely. Sometimes he wants to give up on a marriage that he thinks is unclear, but if he remembers Nameera, it feels so hard to leave the girl.

And now comes the moment where Tareeq will be making a wedding ceremony at the Qifty house. At Tareeq's request, he only wanted to hold the aqad first without a party because Nameera was still sick.

All the big families of Qifty and Tareeq had gathered in the family room to hold aqad of marriage, such as Grandpa Husein and Aunt Afra, Zulaikha who also came because of Tareeq's request. It felt like he was an uninvited guest in the room, because no one wanted to invite him to speak, even his presence seemed invisible to them.

"Well, since all the families are present, then we will immediately begin, for my beloved daughter, Qifty, how? Are you ready, sweetie?" ask the father who approached his daughter in the room next to the aqad.

As is the custom of the Qifty family when married, where women and men are separated. They were in the same house but were bounded by walls, so neither the bride nor the groom could see each other.

"Ready, Dad," Qifty replied with a smile that never escaped his face.

"Alright, then wait here and hear your husband marry you" said the father, then headed to Tareeq's place.

"The marriage will begin soon, how? are you ready Tareeq?" asked the middle-aged man thrusting a microphone at his future son-in-law.

"I'm sorry, before I want to explain if I'm a married man," said Tareeq, making the family in the house surprised to find out, and some just nod their heads because they already know.

"I'll explain, I love my wife very much right now, and no matter how things go, I won't be suing her." Now the boisterous voice began to sound mutually unpretentious in the house.

"Tareeq! Whatchu mean? Don't joke with you!" said the father of Qifty in a slightly high tone because he was so surprised.

Likewise with Qifty who is now silent to digest the words of her future husband, the smile that has since adorned his beautiful face is now lost like swept by the waves.

"I'm not kidding, sir. I am not kidding, and I reiterate once again, I WILL NOT WISH MY WIFE, it means I will not marry Qifty" Tareeq said, staring at Grandpa Husein who was also surprised.

"Bad you're Tareeq!" hardik the middle-aged man was about to throw his hand at him but did not hit the man because he had avoided.

"Tareeq, do you know what the consequences will be if you do this? Your sister's life could not have survived." Qifty this time stood in the middle of the male family with a gaze filled with emotion and sadness.

"Because of this I never thought I'd marry you, Qifty. How could I marry a woman who made my sister's life a game to threaten me?"

"Tareeq, let's just say it's my attempt to melt your heart, don't you understand how much I have loved you for a long time?"

Tareeq laughed heartily at Qifty's reasoning. "Then let's just say that this is your reward for what you did so cunningly took out all the stock of cord stem cells suitable for Nameera in order to corner me."

"Tareeq!" qifty shouted with a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry for all this inconvenience, but you should know, if you're sneaky, I can be more cunning than you" Tareeq said.

"Okay if that's what you want, I won't let your sister do the surgery" Qifty tweeted.

Again Tareeq was made to laugh at the threat that had made him so fed up. "Unfortunately, Nameera just had a smooth transplant without any interference" the man said, leaving Qifty even more shocked.

"A-what? How come?" the woman's body immediately fell to the floor, gone already

the only way to threaten the man.

"Ali, take a good look at this video and learn everything you see, I know your intelligence is above average, understanding things like this is easy for you."

Tareeq showed him a video he took while entering the lab where the stem cells were stored. There shows videos around the lab to what roads he went through to the lab, as well as the procedures used to get there. Even in the video, Tareeq makes clear the writing on the tube where the stem cells are stored.

"Sir, should I also study the woman in this video?" ali asked when he saw Qifty in the video.

"It's up to you to marry her, the point is that I put her in the video so she doesn't protest or get suspicious" Tareeq said.

"Well, after I've learned, what should I do?" ask Ali again.

"Pretend to be in charge of the lab there for a few days and grab that stem cell and I'll pay it straight to Qifty's account, I'll also ask the doctor in charge of Nameera to arrange the transplant schedule in secret if things improve and get special treatment before the transplant."

"Isn't there a lab there?" what if they're suspicious because the lab's in charge is changing?"

"Just calm down, let me take care of that" Tareeq said.

After arranging a plan with Ali, Tareeq and his team take the lab's responsibility to a place no one knows about. While Ali began performing as a lab worker, she was dressed in such a way that her face resembled the original lab assistant when wearing glasses and a mask.

"I swear I'll report you to the police for kidnapping me" the lab's in-charge threatened with mounting emotion.

"Please, if that happens then you'll go to jail first for conspiring with Qifty to commit a fraud for his obsession, you don't want your only brother to live a kara?" tareeq said with a grin, making the laborers instantly silent a thousand languages.

Yes, Tareeq has of course checked the entire background of those involved in Qifty cunning. By knowing their entire background, he could learn their weaknesses.

For about two weeks Ali disguised as a laborer, finally he got word if Nameera was ready to do the transplant. Soon Ali took action, and just the night before Tareeq's wedding, Nameera was done with her transplant and now she feels in the ICU room.

Only Ammara's mother knew about the plan because she was always looking after Nameera, inevitably Ali had to explain to her.

*flashback off*

"Isn't that stealing Tareeq?" qifty asked with a trembling voice.

"I don't steal because I pay it directly to your account, even five times the cost you've incurred, so it's certainly very profitable for you. Anyway I wouldn't have done that if I hadn't been forced to because of a threat from you," Tareeq explained, making Qifty's body go straight to the floor.

"So the money you sent was ....?" Qifty's question he couldn't continue.

"Yes, it's not our wedding money, it's the stem cell money" explained Tareeq, all the families were boisterous back in the house.

"I'm saying goodbye" Tareeq said, approaching Grandpa Husein and Zulaikha to take him out of the house.

"Wait Tareeq!" yelled Qifty's father.

"You knew? What are you doing that could make me cancel our joint project?" the middle-aged man reminded.

"Yes, I know, sir. But it's better that I lose the project than to lose this wife that I love so much" Tareeq replied as he stared fixedly at Zulaikha's tear-filled eyes.

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