Tasbih Love In Qatar
Nice Man

After performing the maghrib prayer and dinner, Zulaikha sat down with Tareeq and Grandpa Husein in the living room while enjoying a young mango in lieu of dinner, that's because he always feels bad whenever rice or other food gets into the woman's stomach, only mangoes he thinks are most comfortable to eat right now.

Speaking of mangoes, perhaps this is the last time Zulaikha asked Tareeq to climb a tree. Not because he was unable to climb, only that the man had a trauma with the rangrang ants, so that just by looking at him his body shook, even the man had fallen from the tree before he managed to take the mango.

Until finally, inevitably, Zulaikhah who climbed the mango tree. Initially Tareeq forbade, but when he saw the ability to climb the wife who was so agile, Tareeq could only stay still with his mouth open.

Didn't know if climbing a tree was the custom of a village girl like Zulaikha since childhood. In the village there is no playground like in the city, so instead, Zulaikha and his friends will climb trees and swing on their branches to get their own pleasure.

"Why look around? Wanna?" ask Zulaikha while offering mango with his own homemade sambal rujak. How not, since then Tareeq did not stop swallowing his saliva while watching the wife enjoy mango.

"What's that good?" ask the man to make sure.

"Hum, that's so good, try to open your mouth, By, let me take a bribe." Tareeq opened his mouth so obediently and one piece of mango now made it into the man's mouth after Zulaikha bribed him.

"Where?" asked Zulaikha while holding back laughter because he saw the look on Tareeq's face that turned wry, as well as Grandpa Husein who had since observed the interaction between his granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law.

"Asam, spicy, salty, why does it taste so strange anyway?" tareeq asked after swallowing the mango that had already been in his mouth.

"Yes it does taste, this is called mango rujak, very good to know" said Zulaikha.

"What's good, it's weird ...."

"Tareeq, if you don't like the food, don't reproach. The tongue of the person is different, maybe on your tongue it does not fit, but on the tongue of your wife it is very suitable, the proof is that Zulaikha really enjoys the mango," said Grandpa Husein explained, making Tareeq silent immediately.

"Yes, Cake" Tareeq replied, then kept quiet.

Shortly after, Nameera came and joined. Ali was invisible after dinner last night because suddenly the man vomited again.

"Where's Ali?" ask Tareeq.

"In the room, she wasn't feeling well" replied Nameera.

"Maybe in the cold" Zulaikha guessed.

"Wind in?" Husein's grandfather, Tareeq, and Nameera compact asked as they felt unfamiliar with the term.

Looking at the puzzled look on the face of the three people before him, Zulaikha immediately patted the eel. Ah, right, he forgot that the term colds only exists in Indonesia and at the moment he is talking to Qatari people who of course will not understand.

"Sok knows, Ali was having couvade syndrome or a sympathetic pregnancy." Aunt Afra suddenly appeared and immediately sat down beside Grandpa Husein.

"Ah yes, I know that, a syndrome where the husband will feel complaints that pregnant women usually feel, right, Auntie?" terang Zulaikha at once wanted to make sure the explanation was correct according to Aunt of her husband.

"Well, that's you know, then why did you say you catch a cold? It's a hot air balloon, it's just you" said the middle-aged woman.

"Sorry, Bi. In my country, the symptoms are like that usually people say catch a cold, continue to be most delicious dredged, Bibi will not know the taste if you have not tried," replied Zulaikha.

"Later I guess if you're married to an Indonesian like you," said Bibi Afra, which means she would never try it because of her, marrying an Indonesian is impossible.

"Aamiiin," Zulaikha said in a loud voice that made Aunt Afra immediately cast a sharp gaze at her, while Tareeq, Nameera, and Grandpa Husein could now only hold back their laughter.

The sound of a cell phone ringing from Aunt Afra's pocket instantly diverted the middle-aged woman's attention.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" he said, starting the talks.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Aunt Khalid, Auntie knows 'is the same woman who often comes to the yard to visit her mother?" ask the guy across the phone.

"He's in need of help, but I can't help him, can Auntie come here to help him?"

"What do you mean?"

"...."

Aunt Afra knitted her eyebrows together when she heard Khalid's testimony. "All right, I'll be there soon" Aunt Afra said, leaving immediately without saying anything to Grandpa Husein, Tareeq, and Zulaikha in the living room, they put a question mark on their minds.

***

Khalid was still waiting by the side of the road bustling with vehicles. A few moments later, a taxi stopped right beside her and a middle-aged woman came out.

"How's Qifty doing, Khalid?" Aunt Afra immediately saw the state of Qifty who was still in the same state, not changing the place at all.

"He's asleep, Bi. Sorry that I called Auntie, only Auntie I think can be trusted, I'm afraid someone reported her to the police for misunderstanding."

"Are you a cop?"

"Yes, Bi. But I know the story, so I feel sorry if he gets caught because of that."

"Nice are you. Yeah, let me take the car to her apartment, but you have to follow me."

"Why should that be, Auntie?" ask Khalid in surprise.

"Because you were the first to find her, you have to make sure she's safe until she gets to her apartment."

Khalid could only sigh in resignation. "Alright, I will follow Aunt from behind" replied Khalid.

Qifty's car begins to drive back with Aunt Afra driving it, while Khalid stays faithful to follow him from behind until they arrive at the elite apartment area where Qifty lives.

Khalid was about to leave, but again Aunt Afra held the man to help him carry Qifty's unconscious body to the eighth floor. At first Khalid refused because he really did not dare to touch the woman.

However, with no other choice, Khalid finally resorted to holding Qifty with Aunt Afra beside him. While walking together, Aunt Afra who felt Khalid was really good, finally ventured to wonder as if she was having a pleasant conversation, but was actually serious.

"Khalid, are you married?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"No, Auntie. What's up?"

"No, just wondering, then do you have a future wife?"

Khalid smiled wryly at Aunt Afra's question. "Are you mocking me for being rejected by your niece a few months ago?"

"Astaghfirullah, you're young but it's easy to think badly. Aunty was just curious, who knows you're interested in the woman you're carrying."

Khalid immediately stared at Qifty's face, who was still asleep in his arms. He could not deny, Qifty was indeed very beautiful and able to attract his attention, just that he felt it was impossible for the woman to want him because every time she met at the police station or in the prison, she said, only the word that he received.

"That's impossible, Auntie. He seems to hate me" Khalid said with a stare that was now looking straight ahead.

The man did not realize that Aunt Afra was smiling meaningfully. From Khalid's answer alone, he already knew that the man had little interest in Qifty. An idea came to his mind, but this time he would not reveal the idea, let him try in silence, so that events like Tareeq and Qifty at that time would not be repeated.

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