Tasbih Love In Qatar
The Zulaikha and Tareeq missions

Tareeq looked at the smiling Zulaikha, though tears had washed his cheeks. Gently rubbed the girl's cheeks with her hands and then she showed the wet hand in front of the wife.

"Then what is this?" tanya Tareeq, made Zulaikha lower her face and immediately wipe away the trace of her tears.

"I-it's nothing," he didn't want to look at Tareeq.

"Look at my eyes as Zulaikha spoke," Tareeq said, making the girl slowly look up until the two beads of their eyes met.

"Now tell me honestly, are you willing to be in honey? Would you like a woman to enter our household? And ... do you love me?"

Hearing Tareeq's last question, again Zulaikha refkeks lowered his head. However, this time Tareeq flanked his chin and forced him to look at each other again.

"If you don't want to answer because you're ashamed to admit your feelings first, well, I admit, I'm starting to like your existence, yearn for your absence, and hate seeing your cry, I don't know if this is love or not because I myself have never felt it before." Tareeq paused for a moment his words.

"You should know, I don't want to share my heart with others, including Qifty. Now tell me how you feel as well as your true desires" the man said.

Instead of replying, Zulaikha again let out her tears. He himself was confused as to how he felt at this moment.

"Please give me clarity so I can act without hurting you again."

"I. .. I don't know how I feel about you right now, but honestly I don't want to get hurt the second time I have to share my husband with others," revealing the girl made Tareeq pull both ends of his lips.

"Alright, then we will look for the donor together," said the man immediately pulled Zulaikha into his arms, making Zulaikha's body stiffen and stiff as a statue because it was so shocked.

Zulaikha's height is only limited to the shoulders of Tareeq, making him able to feel the heartbeat of the man. If he wants to be honest, he is very happy to hear the confession of the husband, plus his sweet attitude which is very opposite to his indifferent attitude so far.

"Go to Indonesia, son." The voice of a middle-aged woman instantly made the two of them break into each other's arms and turn to the source of the voice.

"Mother" said Zulaikha when he found Ammara's mother standing not far from their place, while Tareeq actually immediately threw his face in any direction because he did not want to look at the woman who had given birth to him.

"The new mother remembers if in the past when you were pregnant Rafif, someone offered that later when Rafif was born, his umbilical cord blood was taken to be used as a donor for those in need."

"really? Where did you donate it?" ask Zulaikha.

"Mother forgot the name of her umbilical cord bank, which I knew, even though it had been a few years, but her blood must still be there, that's what her attendant said back then. Intentions mothers want to help others at that time, mother never guessed if the mother's child will need it at this time." Ammara's mother wiped her tears that began to spill.

"All is God's destiny, ma'am, God willing we will seek it, thank you, ma'am." Zulaikha hugged his mother-in-law.

While they were hugging, Tareeq left them, making the two take off each other's arms. Ammara's mother only smiled forcefully at Tareeq's cold demeanor that seemed to hate her so much.

"Patience well, Mom, someday surely Tareeq's heart will soften for Mom." Zulaikha rubbed Mom Ammara's arm so gently.

"Yes, Son. I trust Tareeq to you, "he said, making Zulaikha nod his head.

***

You

Billy, sorry, I'm troubling you again, can you check the data on cord blood donors 11 years ago in Indonesia?

After sending a message to Billy, now Zulaikha and Tareeq are on a plane heading to Indonesia armed with some data and letters from the doctor who handles Nameera.

While on the plane, both of them are just silent and busy with their respective affairs. Tareeq was busy with his job which today was forced to be absent again, and Zulaikha was busy with his dreams. Not without reason, this is the second time Zulaikha boarded the plane in business class because with Tareeq, the seat is very comfortable even to sleep makes it unable to resist sleepiness.

"Thank you for fighting with me for Nameera's recovery" he whispered, then peeked at Zulaikha's forehead, making the girl squirm a little.

A few hours passed, now the plane has landed at Ir airport. Sukarno Hatta's. The couple got out of the plane together. As usual, Tareeq returned to his wife's hand as if he was afraid that the girl would disappear.

While waiting for their luggage, Zulaikha checked her phone to see Billy's reply. Sure enough, in just a short time, the man had managed to find what he was looking for. View from the file containing a row of names, times, until the donor storage 11 years ago.

"Wis, really cool Billy," muttered Zulaikha in Indonesian.

"What's? Billy?" Tareeq asked who heard Zulaikha mention Billy's name.

"Eh, that, Billy that ...." Zulaikha's words were interrupted when Tareeq immediately seized his phone.

The man frowned as he looked at the information sent by Billy. "What's this?"

"That's the data on the name and place of cord blood donation 11 years ago, let us shout it more easily," replied Zulaikha.

"Smart also you, try to give Billy's number to me, if we need more information, let me contact him," said Tareeq.

"But he's Indonesian."

"Something is wrong? You're Indonesian and married to me, if it's English, someone as smart as him can speak English."

Zulaikha opened his mouth to refute, but he closed it again as Tareeq looked at him sharply.

"Why? Do you like to communicate with him? Yes already, just stay with him," said Tareeq then walked first to leave Zulaikha after taking his suitcase.

The girl silently stared at the astonished man wearing the long-sleeved shirt suit. "Is he sulking? then laugh at yourself. "I think only Indonesian men are good at sulking, it turns out Qatari men as well" he continued soon after Tareeq.

Zulaikha and Tareeq this time did not go to their village, their mission this time was to find a donor for Nameera, and the cord blood bank address was in the city, he said, for a while they stayed in the hotel.

"So where are we going now?" tanya Tareeq flat.

"We're going to A. The blood bank that holds the names Rafif and Ammara's mother is there" Zulaikha replied.

After storing their belongings at the hotel, they go to the address Billy gave them with the help of maps. Until two hours passed, the car carried by Tareeq is now in an old building that is no longer maintained.

"Is this the building?" tanya Tareeq was not sure

"From the address entered into the map, this is correct," replied Zulaikha feeling the same way.

"Don't your friend lie again?" search Tareeq.

"Eh, no way, he's an honest man, this isn't the first time he's helped me because" Zulaikha said.

"It seems that you do know him very well," Tareeq muttered flatly.

"Gosh, he started again, "the girl's mind. "Yes I'm going down to ask the truth to the people there, you always seem to be suspicious of me," zulaikha said he immediately went down and met the people who gathered not far from their place.

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