Tasbih Love In Qatar
Uhibbuka Fillah's

Qifty walked down the hallway with opposite feelings, on the one hand he was sad but on the other he was also angry. The love that he had once so much glorified to Tareeq seemed to turn into hate. In the end, everything he did to get the man always failed miserably.

"What do I do now?" The woman squeezed her fingers as she continued to step forward.

Bugh

Accidentally the woman's shoulder collided with a man's burly arm to make him fall.

"Sorry, are you okay, miss?" asked the man in full police uniform while extending his hand.

Qifty only glanced at the man's hand and then stood up without touching it. "What's okay? My clothes are so dirty now, so good to apologize, I'm sorry you could treat my sore hands and clean my dirty clothes?" sulk Qifty then left the man just like that with a mouth that is still loyal muttering grumbling even though no one else heard him.

The man stared at Qifty's departure while shaking his head. "Beautiful but affectionate, emotional," she wrote.

"Hey Mr. Khalid, why are you staying there? Come here, we have a new case" call one of his friends from afar.

"Okay, I'm going" the man replied and ran to his friend.

Qifty was now outside the yard, walking to his parked car not far from where he was. However, not far away he left the toilet, his eyes accidentally caught the figure of a middle-aged obedient woman he knew very well, Aunt Afra, his mother's best friend, as well as the aunt of Tareeq.

Hate re-entered his heart, because of Tareeq's humiliation at that time, Qifty now also hates Aunt Afra. His steps now turned no longer towards the car, but approached the middle-aged woman.

"Do you want Aunt here?" ask Qifty ketus.

"Auntie wants to see your mother, son," she replied.

"No need, from now on Aunty is no longer my mother's best friend, and let's just say we never knew each other, get out of here!" tell Qifty with a hand pointing towards the way home.

"But, son, Aunty wants to talk to your mother" said Aunt Afra.

"There's nothing to talk about, now Auntie's out of here! GO!!" This time the woman raised her voice complete with a sharp gaze towards Aunt Afra, making the middle-aged woman forced to turn around to go home

Being treated harshly without the slightest respect would certainly make anyone feel the heartache, as did Aunt Afra.

"Go all of you, I don't want to deal with people like you anymore" the woman said, then resumed her path to the car and began to drive her four-wheeled vehicle at high speed.

***

A few weeks have now passed, Ali and his family have just made an official application against Nameera at the Husein bin Ibrahim mansion. The date of their wedding has even been set for the next month.

After the return of Ali and his family, Grandpa Husein invited Zulaikha and Tareeq, as well as Nameera and Ibu Ammara to discuss for a moment in the spacious living room.

"So God willing Nameera's marriage will take place next month, what about you, Tareeq and Zulaikha?" ask Grandpa Husein to start the conversation.

"We?" Zulaikha pointed at himself and Tareeq who were sitting a little far away from him.

"Yes, you guys," replied Grandpa Husein.

"These are married, Mother."

"I mean Grandpa, our wedding is here, honey. We got married yesterday in Indonesia and here not at all" Tareeq explained.

"Yes, Son. I think you also need to have your wedding here so that all of Grandpa's and Tareeq's business associates know that you're married, so far only a few people know that Tareeq is married, the rest no one knows," added Grandpa Husein.

Zulaikha remained silent and turned to look at her husband. "But now that I am pregnant, my stomach is already distended" Zulaikha said, rubbing her stomach.

"Why indeed? Do you want me to be singled out by my business partners, and then they're gonna set me up...." Tareeq's speech was interrupted as he got a sharp glare from Zukaikha.

"Why not continue? Go ahead, I want to hear that you want to be betrothed to their daughter, that's what you mean?"

"Eh, i-it's just a parable, honey. Let's make a decision, make an event or not, right, Cake?" Tareeq blinked his eyes at Grandpa Husein, hoping that Grandpa would help him explain so that the wife who had unstable emotions while pregnant could understand.

"It's rare for grandfather to see Tareeq like that," he said, making Nameera who was sitting right beside him nod in agreement.

"That's a choice, By. So you're saying, if I'm not ready to have our wedding here because you're pregnant, you'll accept that if someone betroths you to his daughter, right?"

"Astaghfirullah, dear. Where could I have done that, having one wife alone made me happy like this, there was no way I would have thought of adding another wife."

Zulaikha was silent for a moment, the words spoken from the lips of the husband seemed to make him feel happy and relieved. "I'm going to think first, I don't want to, I'm just afraid of fatigue, you know, during pregnancy I get tired very quickly" she continued.

"Alright, Son. Think about it, whatever your health and your child-to-be are more important here." Grandpa Husein started to reopen his voice.

After having a serious conversation that was not a moment, they returned to their respective rooms to rest considering the night was getting late, including Ammara Mother who slept in the guest room. However, she no longer had the right to sleep in her ex-husband's room in the mansion because they were divorced.

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Zulaikha was now lying on the bed. It felt like his body was crumbling, even though his work all day only in the mansion sat down and ate.

"Are you tired, honey?" Tareeq who had just finished his bath sat to the left of Zulaikha who was lying down.

"Yes, By, my back hurts a lot." Zulaikha pointed at the limb in a soft voice.

"Yes, tilt your body to the right, let me incandescent," said the man and began to massage his wife.

"By, teach me Arabic dong, yes time until now living in Qatar I only know the word la (no), na'am (iya), ana (me), anta (you're a boy), anti (you girls)."

"Are you sure you want to learn Arabic?" tanya Tareeq as she gently scolded Zulaikha.

"Of course" he answered confidently.

"Alright, now follow what I say .... Uhibbuki fillah" Tareeq said slowly.

"Uhibbuki fillah" said Zulaikha following the words Tareeq.

"No, honey, if you say that to a man, say, 'uhibbuka fillah.' The suffix 'ka' means 'you're male', and the suffix 'ki' means 'you're female'," Tareeq explained.

"Oh okay, By. Uhibbuka fillah" said Zulaikha slowly. "What does that mean, By?" Now Zulaikha changed his position and sat opposite Tareeq.

"The meaning is that I love you because of God" Tareeq said, smiling with his eyes unceasingly at the bead of his wife's eyes, making Zulaikha's face instantly blush red with a faint, timid smile.

"Uhibbuki fillah, yes Zaujaty," Tareeq said once again without turning his gaze away. "Zaujatiy means my wife, and Zaujiy means my husband" he explained.

"Oh, okay I understand," said Zulaikha nodding his head with a smile.

Zulaikha's smile slowly faded away as the husband still looked at her expectantly. "Why look at me like that?" tanyanya pretended not to understand.

"Hufth, yes, I want to rest" said Tareeq lethargic and got up from his seat, but Zulaikha managed to pull the man's burly hand back to his seat.

"Uhibbuka fillah, Zaujiy," she said slowly and then briefly peeked at her husband's cheek.

A smile immediately rose from the handsome man's face. He was just about to reply to the kiss of the wife, but stopped when the ringing of Zulaikha's cell phone rang so loud in his room.

"Wait, I have to pick it up, this ringing call is a special ringing from Aunt Anisa," said Zulaikha, then immediately grabbed her phone on the nightstand.

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, Bi."

"..."

"What's? Okay, Bi. Zulaikha will try to return to Indonesia now."

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