Tasbih Love In Qatar
Go back to Qatar

Qifty walked with quick steps and a hunting breath towards the room he used to meet his mother . His frustration with the incident he had just experienced made his mood even worse. He quickened his pace when he realized that someone was following him from behind, fed up with being followed, he suddenly stopped his steps and turned back.

"Stop following me!" qifty snapped at the man in uniform who had since walked behind him.

"Astaghfirullah, why are you so fierce? I'm not following you, I'm just doing my job" Khalid replied.

Qifty was silent, then turned back and stepped his foot. However, just a few steps, the woman again stopped her steps. "Why did you come here too? This is my place to meet my mother" she asked.

"Because it's my duty to keep an eye on you, miss," Khalid replied casually.

Again Qifty did not reply to Khalid's words, he went straight into the room while waiting for his mother's arrival, while Khalid waited outside.

"Just this time I found a woman who was too late, if only I wasn't replacing my sick friend, I wouldn't have met her either, ckckck." Khalid shook his head while clucking in an inexhaustible manner.

Unfinished he grumbled, the door of the room opened and displayed a woman with a sharp gaze like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

"If you are satisfied to curse me, move aside, your existence interferes with my path," said Qifty then immediately left Khalid who was still in a state of opening his mouth because he was so surprised.

"Well, what a fierce woman," he murmured again and left.

***

A few days had passed, and now Zulaikha was allowed to return to Uncle Aaron's house. However, for the past few days to date, the woman has been more silent, she is reluctant to speak to anyone including Tareeq. Her psychics who were not ready to accept the breakup again made her so depressed.

This made Tareeq even more distressed. As of this moment, after bringing Zulaikha to his humble room, the man sat on a chair while looking at Zulaikha who was sitting on the bed with a blank look pointed forward. There was no talk between them, no sound in the room, only the sound of children playing not far from the house they live in.

"Darling ...."

"Go back to Qatar" Zulaikha said flatly without changing his position and outlook.

"Well, if you want to go back, we'll come back tonight."

"Not us, but you." Zulaikha now looked at Tareeq who was now frowning after hearing his words just now.

"What do you mean, honey? Shouldn't we go back together to Qatar?" tanya Tareeq.

"As I came here, I came first and you are still working, so go back first and continue with your work" said Zulaikha, who sounded like insinuation to Tareeq.

Hearing the words of the wife, Tareeq's heart was like a pinch. It is true, he did not come to Indinesia with Zulaikha due to work problems, and he regretted it many times.

"I'm sorry, I know you must blame me for all this, I'm sorry." That was all Tareeq could say at the moment.

"I don't blame you, I blame myself, I've failed to be a good wife for not following your decision, I also failed to be a good mother for not being able to look after our child." Zulaikha's voice began to tremble as he called out the word 'child'. Her tears flowed back from her eyes that were still puffy.

"No, Honey ...."

"Zulaicha!" Tareeq's voice was now heard so high that Zulaikha immediately stopped his words. "Never make a decision when you're angry or sad like this. You knew? This decision of yours could make you regret it later on" the man continued.

Zulaikha remained silent, crying in silence, while Tareeq slowly approached and bent his knees before him.

"Go back with me, hmm? We'll start our lives all over again, I can't get away from you, honey" Tareeq said so gently, hoping Zulaikha would follow what he said this time.

Unfortunately, the woman shook her head slowly. "I need time alone, I need time to reorganize my heart and my soul is shaken because of this, I hope you understand" he said.

Tareeq was speechless, he stared into Zulaikha's bead of eyes. Devastated and sad, that was what was emanating from his eyes at this moment.

"But, Honey ...."

"Please go back to Qatar and let me calm down here" Zulaikha said, cupping his hands together in front of his chest.

Tareeq let out a rough breath, it felt so heavy if he had to go back alone, but seeing the seriousness of Zulaikha, he was now unable to do anything about it.

"Well if that's what you want, I'll be back in Qatar right now so you can calm down faster." Tareeq stood up and pulled a suitcase that he had never opened during his arrival at the house. For a moment he stopped at the doorway and turned to look towards Zulaikha.

"I hope you recover soon, I'll wait for you" he said and left.

Zulaikha's previously restrained cry now broke instantly, his heart really hurting right now.

"I'm sorry" he said softly.

***

Tareeq arrived in Qatar in the morning and was picked up by Ali and headed straight to the office. Along the way, the man was more silent while occasionally twitching his head.

"Why doesn't your wife come home, sir?" ali asked while looking at the backseat boss through the rearview mirror.

Tareeq was unmoved, he had absolutely no intention of answering the question of the personal assistant who in a few days would become his sister-in-law. However, a question suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Ali, if you're married to my sister, then between you guys there's a problem that makes her ask for time alone, what are you going to do?" tanya Tareeq indirectly answered Ali's question, and Ali understood that.

"If I'm well probably gonna follow what he said sir. But keep paying attention to him, at least that way he can know if I care and worry about him" Ali replied.

"Why are you so smart about relationships like this, I suspect, have you ever had a relationship with another woman before my sister?" search Tareeq.

"No, sir, the answer immediately crossed my mind spontaneously," replied Ali slightly stammered.

Tareeq let out a rough breath and turned his head out the window, his eyes now returning softly. "Hopefully the time will not be long, "inner Tareeq.

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