Tasbih Love In Qatar
Letting Go of Longing

Zulaikha and the others had arrived first at the house that afternoon from the men, except for Uncle Aaron who had come home first because he was not feeling well, they gathered in the living room to exchange stories. There was nothing at all to mention the matter of the accident that Zulaikha had experienced, making the woman a little calm and comforted.

Shortly after, the sound of the roar of a car that stopped in front of the house, Zulaikha immediately moved to meet the husband immediately. However, who entered the house apparently only Grandpa Husein and Ali, Tareeq was actually invisible.

"He's still outside, son," Grandpa Husein said as if understanding Zulaikha's heart. The woman walked slowly towards the exit, but her steps came to a halt as she accidentally heard a man talking to Tareeq.

His heart began to beat violently upon hearing what the middle-aged man said. Really today his heart and ears really feel hot, how not? Since the party until now he has heard twice the words of people who think the husband is single.

"Sorry, Sir. I can't fulfill Mr. Fayyad's wish." Zulaikha sharpened her hearing when she heard the rejection from her husband.

"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." Zulaikha's heart rippled when he heard the answer of the husband who was so sweet in his opinion.

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

"Really, Sir. I'm married." Zulaikha smiled with relief at the husband's words, completely moved by Tareeq's loyalty. The man was so firm and unplanned, even when the test of loyalty came so many times, he could still endure.

Zulaikha's daydream instantly collapsed as he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to the entrance. The woman fixed her position which was right beside the door.

Just as Tareeq passed through the door, Zualikha immediately rushed to hug him, leaving the man a little aghast in shock and for a moment the man was silent in his confusion.

Tareeq's hand was silent for a moment did not return the hug, his heart was racing because he knew the body that was now hugging him even though he did not see the face of the hugger.

"Darling? Are you this?" guess Tareeq in a soft voice.

Zulaikha looked up to show her face without taking off her embrace at all. The face that now looked thinner than before, and the beautiful eyes that now looked glazed.

A smile instantly rose on the handsome face of the man as the woman he had longed for all this time was now before him. Tareeq's eyes now began to dew, his hands slowly raised and cupped Zulaikha's tiny face and showered him with a warm kiss all over that face.

"Thank you for coming, baby. Actually it's been a long time I've wanted to pick you up but I'm afraid you'll get mad at me even more" Tareeq said after tightening his forehead with his wife's forehead.

"I'm sorry, By. I was too busy with my slump to ignore you, forgive me," Zulaikha replied with tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.

Tareeq distanced his face then gently wiped away Zulaikha's tears on his cheeks. "It's okay, honey. I understand your situation, as long as never be alone again, involve me if you fall, I can be a wall that is ready to hear all your complaints, he said, I can also be a boxing samsak if you want to vent your anger." Zulaikha smiled at the husband and nodded his head.

"I miss this smile so much, thank you for improving, darling, thank you for coming, I love you so much" Tareeq said, hugging his wife tightly.

Sometimes he took off longing and forgot the family who was waiting in the family room.

"Ekhem, take off his longing later in the room, now we have dinner first," said Ms. Ammara, making the couple immediately release a hug and misbehavior, the next second the two smiled shyly at each other.

Now all the families have gathered in front of the dining table, not least Aunt Afra. Various typical Qatar food has been presented on the table, one of which is machboos and some types of processed meat from goats and cows as a meal companion.

After serving food to her husband, Zulaikha helped the middle-aged woman beside her to pick up food. "Good meal, Bi," he said with a sweet smile.

Aunt Afra frowned as she received treatment from Zulaikha that she had never gotten from anyone, including Qifty, the woman she used to be close to but no longer had.

While Nameera who sat right next to Ali for the first time now felt very nervous. She tried to serve the man who is now her husband as Zulaikha served her brother, but nervousness made her hand shake as she was about to spoon the rice into the man's plate.

"Let me help." Ali held the hand of Nameera who was still holding a spoon filled with rice and helped her direct the food to her plate.

For a moment Nameera's heart felt like it stopped, even her breath was held when the hand she had been guarding was now touched by her husband.

After filling his plate, Ali also helped fill Nameera's plate without taking off his wife's hand, making the girl's hand seem to lose the force of gravity, moving to take rice was now out of his control.

"Eat" Ali said after taking off Nameera's hand. A sigh was heard from the girl after being restrained for a few seconds, her gaze was still fixed on her hand that had just been touched by Ali, who was still holding her back, the heart that once seemed to stop is now pumping twice as fast as usual.

"Astaghfirullah, what's wrong with me? Am I sick?" inner Nameera felt astonished herself.

While Ali only tried to hold back his smile when he saw Nameera's behavior. Like his wife, the man felt the same way, only he could hide everything he felt to be invisible to others.

"Oh my goodness, brother. Is that a bunch of you?" goda Tareeq, made Nameera's face now blush red. "You too Ali, shouldn't make him nervous first, see? Now my sister even has trouble eating because of your actions," continued the man trying to tease the couple who had just been halal today, to make both misbehavior.

"Tareeq, stop flirting with your sister and eat your food." An ultimatum came out from Grandpa Husein, making the man instantly silent.

Dinner with the big family was very wise. No more voices, everyone is now focused on their own food.

After dinner and carrying out their duties as Muslims, the men momentarily gathered together to tell each other a story, while the women chose to rest first, including Zulaikha who was very tired because of the trip from Indonesia to Qatar and then greeted with a party that lasted for hours.

Even with Nameera, the girl felt a little tired after becoming queen for a day, but on the other hand she also felt very nervous. At a relatively young age to get married, making it so overthinking about life after the qabul ijab that he just went through. Though from the beginning he has solidified his mentality to carry out the longest worship.

The girl was sitting in front of her dressing table with her long, beautifully-drawn hair, the short-sleeved pajama shirt she was currently wearing made her so scared that Ali saw her. Though Zulaikha had just given an official dress, but Nameera was so uncomfortable to see the model.

"Short-sleeved clothes like this have scared me, how could Kak Zul give me clothes that I have not yet worn? There's-there's my Sister-in-law, fortunately Kak Ali is still cool story there, so I still have a chance to set my mind first."

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After saying that, the sound of the door being opened was enough to make Nameera surprised, the reflex he stood up then was about to go into the blanket and pretend to sleep. But unfortunately, somehow the blanket now feels so heavy for him to lift so that his body has not entered perfectly into it, Ali was standing in the doorway.

Ali pulled the tip of her lips when she saw Nameera's position. Half the girl's body was already in the blanket, but the other half was still outside even one leg hanging. Although both the girl's eyes were closed, but Ali could see clearly there was an element of pretense from the wife's sleep.

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