Tasbih Love In Qatar
Have Two Wives?

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, Romi. Do you have any acquaintances who are experts in the search for people?" Zulaikha is currently making a phone call with her friend in Indonesia.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, missing persons search you mean?" ask Romi across the phone.

"No, my sister-in-law needs a spinal cord donor, but her sibling doesn't fit in, can you help me find someone suitable to be a donor?" ask Zulaikha again.

"I have a friend who's good at looking up people's data, but I'm not sure if he can help you find donors" Romi replied with a slight hesitation.

"Give me the number" pinta Zulaikha.

"He used to be a friend of my High School, his name was Billy, but I don't have his number because he's only close to one person, his name is Akmal, I'll give you Akmal's number and you can call him."

"Okay, send me the number now, thank you Rom, assalamu 'alaikum." Zulaikha immediately ended his call.

Shortly after, Romi's number friend Akmal managed to get. Without delaying any more time, Zulaikha immediately contacted him and did not take long, he was able to convey the problem to Akmal who happened to be in the same place as Billy.

Zulaikha turned to look at Nameera who was lying weakly on the bed. Currently only the two of them are in the room, Grandpa Husein and Tareeq are performing dzuhur prayer in the mosque.

The girl sat right next to her sister-in-law's bed, then she gently grasped the girl's hand. "You're strong Nameera, hang on, I'll try to find a donor for you" he said. "Although the chances of finding him are very small" he continued in his heart.

The sound of the room door opening instantly distracted Zulaikha. The girl's face immediately turned serious when she saw the arrival of Aunt Afra and the woman named Qifty, she stood up to welcome the two women.

"Where are Tareeq and my father?" asked Aunt Afra so arrogantly.

"They were praying in the mosque, Bibi," Zulaikha replied.

"Don't call me aunty because I'm not your aunt" the middle-aged woman said, inviting Qifty to get closer to Nameera's bed.

"Surge you! Qifty is better suited to be here because he is a doctor" cried Aunt Afra making Zulaikha have to move to the other side of the bed.

"Sit down here, when Tareeq came to show him how much you care about Nameera" whispered Aunt Afra, making Qifty nod.

"And you, why are you standing there? Sitting on the couch!" her word.

Inevitably, Zulaikha finally sat on the sofa while paying attention to what the two women of different ages did. Shortly after, the door opened again, Grandpa Husein and Tareeq entered the room and were both made a little surprised by the arrival of Aunt Afra and Qifty. However, the two did not want to reprimand, they sat down on the sofa with Zulaikha, where Grandpa Husein was sitting in the middle.

Qifty gently rubbed Nameera's still-asleep hand, while Aunt Afra shifted slightly so that what the girl was doing could be seen by Tareeq.

"Tareeq, look at Qifty, he's very attentive to your brother, he's also a doctor, of course he can take good care of Nameera" said Aunt Afra, making Tareeq just nod his head with a flat face.

"Unlike him, his sister-in-law is sick, but instead sits casually on the sofa." Aunt Afra pointed at Zulaikha with a dismissive smile, making the girl frown.

"Oh, so this is the purpose of having me sit here," the inner Zulaikha who began to understand the purpose of their arrival. "Alright I will follow their game," he continued inwardly.

"So far, Nameera's condition has been better, as long as the condition is always monitored and the drug is taken regularly" explained Qifty.

"Oh, thank goodness then, I'm lucky to know you, son, you're kind and smart, so fit to be my niece's wife, how is Tareeq?" aunt Afra asked, making the man rise from his seat immediately.

"Qifty, can we talk?" The man's face looked so serious then immediately walked out of the room.

Qifty looked at Aunt Afra who nodded her head towards him complete with a smile. The girl then walked towards the door while glancing towards Zulaikha and threw a disdainful smile.

After Qifty came out, Aunt Afra immediately sat down beside Zulaikha who preferred to bow her head.

"Do you see? It seems that Tareeq's common sense has begun to open up" the middle-aged woman said, but Zulaikha did not respond at all.

"What are you planning now Afra? Stop all your bullshit!" grandpa Husein rebuked the middle-aged woman.

"I'm not making any of Dad's bullshit, I'm just giving Tareeq the freedom to choose the best, and look, it seems that after going through some effort finally the father's eldest granddaughter can make her choice," bibi Afra said, glancing at the ordinary-looking Zulaikha.

"So far, I've never seen a girl who was so sincere in love with Nameera other than Zulaikha, not to mention you who were clearly her aunt."

"Dad, why are you defending this poor girl more now than your own daughter?" the middle-aged woman pointed right in front of Zulaikha's face.

"Father does not defend anyone, father only defends the right," Grandpa Husein argued.

Both of them spoke English so Zulaikha understood what they were talking about.

"Sister, Zul," called Nameera in her weak voice, making Zulaikha immediately move from the sofa towards the girl's bedside.

"You see Afra, even in these circumstances, Nameera called Zulaikha's name, not that of father or Tareeq, isn't that enough to describe his sincerity and kindness?" lirih Grandpa Husein in Arabic, made the middle-aged woman snort.

***

Meanwhile in the hospital hallway that was not too crowded but also not quiet, Tareeq appeared to be talking seriously with Qifty.

"Didn't I tell your father that I wasn't interested in having two wives? Why are you still coming to instigate my aunt?"

The man was completely inexhaustible with this woman before him. It was very clear yesterday that he turned down an offer from Qifty's father to make his daughter a second wife, but still tried to disrupt his household.

Really, have two wives? One wife can make her father drop to death, what about her if she has two wives? Tareeq could never have imagined it.

"But Tareeq, can't the human heart change? Maybe at this time your heart is not interested in me, but maybe one day you will start to be interested and want to marry me, I'm just trying to make you think which is worthy and not worth your wife."

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