Tasbih Love In Qatar
Confession of the Former

Zulaikha took a deep breath and threw it away slowly, trying to calm herself down before confronting her ex-husband and former co-worker.

Slow footsteps led him to the table with the number 10 sincerity, a table that was right in the corner of the stall, where he used to meet and eat meatballs together first.

"What message do you want?" tanya Zulaikha mugkin.

"Eh, Zul," the former wryly stared at Zulaikha's increasingly beautiful and graceful appearance.

Della who saw her husband staring at her ex-lover began to feel upset.

"Eh Zul's. You still work here well, what a pity you have to make a living yourself." Instead of answering, Della who was none other than the wife of the man Surya had called by Zulaikha actually uttered words that were very unpleasant to hear by the girl's sense of hearing.

Zulaikha began to firmly grip the order board in his hand, if he were outside at this time, it might have floated into the woman's face. His mouth was weak when he said it, obviously he failed to marry because of their behavior.

"Rilex relaxes, customer is king, customer is king" inner Zulaikha tries to control his emotions.

"What do you want to order, Auntie?" asked Zulaikha again, this time with a slight mockery subtly.

"Eh, you carelessly why am I aunty? Honey, look at Zul, when he said I was a aunt?" his sister with a voice was seduced and spoiled in front of the husband.

"Udah, Honey. Don't wait, well, we're here to eat, not to make a fuss," said the husband who felt awry this time, wanted to scold Zulaikha but not the heart, want to be afraid of being misunderstood by the wife.

"But he's the one who says I'm aunty, honey. Better find another waitress, I don't like being served like a brash waitress like her" Della's circus.

"Well, honey," said the man, looking at Zulaikha. "Kzul, to....

"Kok you call her name anyway, honey?" della's protest cuts off her husband's words.

"Well, who do I have to call?"

"Call him Ma'am, is he a servant, his duty IS TO SERVE," replied Della by pressing the word 'serve'.

The man in front of him let out a rough breath. "Alright, ma'am, please call another servant" he asked.

"Okay, Om, Auntie, please wait." Zulaikha immediately turned around and returned to the cashier table without calling Romi who was out of nowhere at the moment. He will deliberately make his annoying customer sultry because of waiting without certainty.

Zulaikha looked cynically at the couple and sat down and read a book.

"Darling, where's the servant?" della asked who was getting upset waiting.

"Patience, Honey. But I don't see any more servants besides him."

"So I saw Romi, where is he?" Della scoured the entire stall and peered into the kitchen, but there was no sign of Romi there.

"Servant brother!" call him to Zulaikha.

"Yes, Auntie, what's wrong?" sahut Zulaikha with a voice rather high so everyone in the stall looked at him.

"Honey, you're the one who's there looking for his servant, I'm really embarrassed because of the maidservant Mbak," whined Della with a red face because it held in shame and anger at the same time.

"All right" answered the husband and left.

"Zul, where's Romi?" ask her in a soft voice.

"Can you call me?"

"Ck." Zulaikha just clucked and came out the back door of the shop to find Romi. However, he was shocked when someone blocked his hand.

"What a hold-hold." Zulaikha jerked her hand when she saw the man who had become her ex-husband was behind while holding his hand.

"Zul, I want to talk," said the man with a sad look.

"Sorry, I'm at work, please go back to your place."

"You want to know why I was drunk and ended up with Della?"

"I don't want to know, and don't care at all," Zulaikha said.

"This is all because of you, too, when I still love you so much, even today, if only that night you would accept my invitation to the house, of course this would not happen, he said, I need Zul's impingement, and you never want to give it just because we haven't been married, but we've been together for 3 years" the man said, making Zulaikha momentarily gawk.

"Gosh, how unlucky you are to admit it in the open like this." Zulaikha looked around crowded with passersby.

"I just want to be honest, Zul."

"You think I'll sympathize with you after hearing this excuse of yours?" Zulaikha smiled obliquely, "You're wrong, I'm even more disgusted with you, just because we were together for 3 years does not mean that I easily give you whatever you want, he said, the honor of the woman is very valuable, and as long as it has not been tied to marriage, you do not have the right to ask for it" Zulaikha said.

"What are you guys doing?" sela Della who now comes to the back because the husband does not return.

"Eh, it's okay, honey. I just told her to look for Romi earlier," the man replied, making Zulaikha laugh discordantly while throwing her face away.

"Heh, Ma'am waiter, don't you deliberately invite my husband here so you can be alone? Huh uh?" accuse Della in a high voice as if she deliberately wanted to humiliate Zulaikha.

"I'm sorry well, I don't need to be with him anymore, so why would I bring him here both, who are here looking for me" Zulaikha said.

"Alaaa, tell me you still want my husband, don't you?"

Zulaikha gave a rough breath, she had already opened her mouth to answer Della's accusation, but the voice of a man suddenly distracted her including Della and her husband.

"Zulaikha, I've been looking for you since, said your Uncle you're here." A handsome man typical of the Middle East, tall and burly came to Zulaikha and spoke English to him.

Della stared at the man's astonishment without blinking, making the husband who was beside her snort in annoyance.

"Who is Zul? Very handsome," asked Della so kindly, she no longer remembered if there was still a husband next to her.

"Why? You interested? Noh, take care of your husband. You guys are the same well, already have a partner but can not take care of the eyes," said Zulaikha menohok the couple's husband and wife, then go by pulling the hands of men covered with long sleeves her shirt away from them.

"Would you like to come here?" zulaikha asked the man who was none other than Tareeq in English after releasing the man's hand.

"Hey, can you please welcome me here kindly? My struggle here was not easy, well" Tareeq grumbled.

"Who sent you here? Your attitude towards me at that time was far more laboring than my attitude towards you at this moment."

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