Tasbih Love In Qatar
Wedding Party in Qatar

Nameera's face immediately turned happy, the tears that had gathered in her eyes now completely flowed down her cheeks. No longer for sadness, but for happiness.

"Sir Zul!" nameera shouted and ran to hug her sister-in-law who was currently standing in the doorway, followed by Ammara's mother who also hugged Zulaikha after Nameera released her embrace.

"How's Brother doing? Why Brother for so long, I miss you so much Brother Zul. Brother when is coming? Did Brother Tareeq already know about Brother's arrival?" cecar Nameera flocked to Zulaikha with a row of questions that also represented the mother's question.

Yes, Zulaikha actually returned to Qatar, but he was not alone but accompanied by Uncle Aaron and Aunt Anisa who was talking to Grandpa Husein in the room that will be the place where the marriage ceremony took place.

"I'm sorry, I was really down a few days ago, but thank God because it's better now.... Oh yes, where is your brother? I haven't seen him since," replied Zulaikha.

"It looks like Tareeq's sister is meeting with Ali before aqad's wedding soon. Do you want me to call you?" tawar Nameera's.

"It seems not to be, for some reason I suddenly want to give a surprise to him," Zulailkha refused with a shy smile.

"Good idea, brother. I'll support Brother. If you can give me advice, it's best that Brother Zul wear this." Nameera pulled out a black niqab that matched Zulaikha's all-black outfit.

"Is it okay?" zulaikha asked a little doubtfully.

"It's okay brother, just wear it," replied Nameera casually.

Zulaikha ended up wearing his niqab so did Aunt Anisa on the advice of Nameera and immediately went out with the bride-to-be to the aqad place where Grandpa Husein, Uncle Aaron, Aunt Anisa, Tareeq, went to, Ali as the groom and other close relatives had gathered, not least the officials who would record Ali and Nameera's marriage to be legal in the eyes of law and religion.

Sure enough, Tareeq was completely unaware of Zulaikha's presence among them, until after the ijab qabul was pronounced Ali as his official sign he became Nameera's husband. The woman several times stole a glance towards the husband whom she missed so much, but when the man turned his head because he felt that someone was paying attention, Zulaikha immediately turned her face the other way.

Tareeq himself thought Uncle Aaron had only come alone, while Bibi Anisa and Zulaikha lived in Indonesia. Especially in addition to the explanation of the middle-aged man who did not say if Zulaikha also came with him at this time.

After the wedding ceremony, all the men headed to the wedding venue for the special guests and families of men, while all the women headed to the wedding venue for special guests and families of women.

Such is the tradition of marriage in the country of Qatar, very much different from wedding parties in Indonesia or some other countries that combine places for men and women. In Qatar, where marriages between men and women are separated, not only that, in other cases, sometimes the party time is different.

Zulaikha was a little stunned to see everything in the magnificent room filled with women wearing all black clothes, except for guests from other countries, there were no men in that room.

Typical dances of Qatari residents can also be seen at the wedding. What makes Zulaikha surprised the most is, when guests want to eat the dish, because in the room is provided a large tray for one table, because in the room, where a tray will be a place to eat with several people, like a pesantren child who eats together in one container.

"Auntie, our new experience eating like this at the wedding," Zulaikha explained to Aunt Anisa in Indonesian.

"Yes, Son. Bibi so have the story material later if it has arrived in Indonesia, when else will share the experience abroad, wong this is the first time aunt abroad." The two women of different ages now laughed softly together and began to eat dishes that looked so appetizing.

While eating with Aunt Anisa and Ammara's mother, Zulaikha overheard two women telling stories in Arabic, but Zulaikha did not understand what they were talking about. Only, he was a little curious because the name Tareeq was in their conversation.

"Mom, can you please translate what they're talking about? I heard them say Tareeq's name and I was curious" Zulaikha pinta told Ammara's mother who was sitting next to him.

Ammara's mother, who understood his son-in-law's intentions, finally began to sharpen her hearing. His eyebrows even interlocked when he heard what they were talking about.

"Son, Mom and girl seem to think Tareeq is not married, they plan to ask her father to talk to your husband so that he wants to marry the girl" explained Ammara's mother.

"What?" Zulaikha was so surprised, it turned out that what the husband was worried about at that time was true.

"Son, after this you should think back about your wedding here, it seems like it really needs to be done," advised Ms. Ammara.

"Y-yes, Mom. I'll think about it" Zulaikha said in the end.

Meanwhile, at the men's party, the entire room was filled with men wearing all-white clothes and head coverings as typical Middle Eastern men.

Throughout the event, Tareeq was very busy welcoming his business colleagues who arrived, as if he was not allowed to mope, people always took turns to invite him to talk.

Until it was not felt, the afternoon event was over, all invited guests began to go home one by one, as well as Tareeq, Grandpa Husein, and Ali who now returned together to the Mansion Husein bin Ibrahim.

As he was about to enter the house, Tareeq stopped his steps as his phone rang. The man was silent for a moment to pick up his phone.

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, Mr. Fayyad, '" Tareeq said, greeting someone across the phone.

"...."

"It's okay, sir. What's up, sir?"

"...."

"Oh, where are you now?"

Tareeq immediately headed to the fence and reopened it, apparently there was already a middle-aged man standing waiting for Tareeq.

"Please enter sir." Tareeq seemed so courteous as to allow the beak-haiah man to enter.

"We'll just talk here, Mr. Tareeq," the middle-aged man said as he stood on the front porch of the house.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't expect you to see me in person, an important person like you must be very busy."

"Sir Tareeq could have, oh yes congratulations on his sister's wedding, sorry I didn't have time to attend because I was still on the way from America."

"Liet down, I understand very well the busyness of the Father."

"Thank you, sir. Look, actually my arrival here also wants to convey something to Mr. Tareeq."

"What is that, sir?"

"Sorry before Mr. Tareeq, I see you are a good man, therefore I intend to match Mr. Tareeq with my Daughter, how sir? You're single, aren't you?"

Tareeq was silent for a moment because he was so surprised, because he did not expect one of the biggest investors in his company to now match him with the princess.

"Sorry, Sir. I cannot fulfill Mr. Fayyad's wish," Tareeq refused as decently as possible.

"Why is Mr Tareeq?"

"I am a man who does not fall in love easily because my love is only a little. Right now, I already have someone who has that love so I can no longer share it" Tareeq explained.

"What does Mr. Tareeq mean ...."

"Really, Sir. I'm married."

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