Tasbih Love In Qatar
Conveying Trust

Zulaikha stood together with the two female bodyguards of Nameera as he looked at the two men who had just come at a quick pace, their faces looking so worried, they looked so worried, even Zulaikha's presence there was not noticed by them at all.

An elderly but tall and well-built man, Zulaikha knew him as Nameera's grandfather, and a man who was about 27 years old, very handsome with a taller posture and a little muscular. No doubt, he was the same guy he hit at the airport and at the stadium that time.

The doctor came out of the room where Nameera was being treated, heard them speaking in Arabic. Zulaikha did not understand at all what they were talking about, but he guessed that Nameera was currently not doing well in there, he knew that from the facial expressions of those who were worried and afraid.

After the departure of the doctor, the two men immediately entered to see the state of Nameera.

"Sorry, if I may know, are they Nameera's family?" asked Zulaikha to the bodyguard.

"They are Miss Nameera's Grandpa and Big Brother" replied one of them.

Zulaikha rounded his lips a sign that he understood the woman's bodyguard's answer. "Qatar is narrow" he murmured slowly.

His feet stepped slowly closer to the door of the room where Nameera was being cared for. There was a fear of opening the door, but his worry for the girl he had only known for two days made him cling to the doorknob and open it so carefully.

The voice of Grandpa Nameera was talking to Nameera, apparently the girl was conscious.

"Grandfather, where's my friend?" ask Nameera in Arabic.

"Which friend?" ask Grandpa.

"Sir, why suddenly ask a friend? Think about your health first" said the young man who was none other than Sister Nameera.

"So I went for a walk with him before I finally fainted, is he here?" ask Nameera again.

"But, Dik ... "

"Tareeq, try to check it out, who knows your sister's friend is waiting for her outside" said the Grandfather.

The man named Tareeq then turned around to come out, but his gaze was accidentally met by Zulaikha's gaze which was slightly peeking out from the outside. With wide steps, Tareeq immediately opened the door and found Zulaikha who had returned to his place after seeing Tareeq's sharp gaze.

"Hey, what are you ... You?" Tareeq pointed his index finger towards Zulaikha when he realized that Zulaikha was the girl who had hit him twice that time.

For some reason, the girl's guts instantly shrieked when she got a look of intimidation from Tareeq. Zulaikha bowed as the man stepped towards her.

"Anti Man?" (who are you?) ask Tareeq.

"Please speak English" Zulaikha's pinta uses English.

"Who are you?" rework Tareeq in English.

"I'm Zul...."

"I don't want to know your name, which I want to know are you Nameera's friend?" tareeq said so cold and arrogant.

"I-yes, I'm a friend of Nameera's."

"Then go in! He's looking for you" Tareeq said and turned to his sister's room.

"God, why is this guy's aura so gripping? Very different from his sister who was so friendly and kind, "inner Zulaikha while walking behind Tareeq.

"Zulaicha? I guess you won't die I'll go, come here" called Nameera in a slightly weak voice.

Zulaikha walked past Tareeq and the Grandfather approached Nameera's bed.

"Grandfather, Brother Tareeq, this is my friend, his name is Zulaikha, he is Indonesian." Nameera introduced Zulaikha in front of the two men.

"What's? Indonesia?" tanya Tareeq with the jaw that started to harden.

"Yes, Brother. Zulaikha is Indonesian, he is very kind" replied Nameera.

No longer answering, Tareeq directly walked out of the room leaving everything behind.

"Greetings, son. I'm Husein, you can call me Grandpa Husein. Don't think about Tareeq's attitude, he will indeed react like that if he hears Indonesia, not because he doesn't like it, he only has personal problems with one of the Indonesians," obviously Grandpa Husein at length uses English with a very friendly character.

"Oh yes, you guys talk first, Grandpa wants to go see a doctor," Grandpa Hasan said and then immediately walked out of the room.

"How are you doing, Nameera?" zulaikha asked as she sat beside the girl's bed.

"I'm fine" replied Nameera.

"Are you too tired to keep me going?" Forgive me," Zulaikha said guiltily.

"You're not wrong Zulaikha, I do have a disease that occasionally brings me here."

"What's that?"

"It's just an ordinary illness, hehehe," Nameera replied with a soft laugh.

"Thank God, I think you're sick, hopefully get well soon."

"Aamiiin, thank you." Nameera smiled thinly.

They went back to talking about a lot of things. Sometimes Nameera is made to laugh by the funny behavior of Zulaikha. It seems, without realizing it, their meeting with each other as if it became a separate force that made their spirit to live life back up.

Until the ashar adzan began to roar, making the brown hooded girl immediately silent while closing her eyes.

Zulaikha was confused by what Nameera was doing. But he will not speak until the girl who first opens her voice. Maybe that's the way people in this country behave when the Adhan has reverberated, that's how he thinks.

"Zulaikha, can you help me to the bathroom? I want ablution?" tanya Nameera after Adzan stopped roaring.

"But you're sick, Nameera, you don't need to pray, just rest well" Zulaikha said, making the girl smile.

"I am indeed sick Zulaikha, but pain is not the reason for the loss of prayer obligations, I still have to pray even though I have to lie down even once."

As Zulaikha fell silent, Nameera's reply was like a slap to him. Lightly, he only prayed when ordered by Aunt Anisa, and will leave her when no one reminds him, not even a believer he took on his long journey this time.

"Alright, let me help you go to the bathroom" Zulaikha said after a brief pause. He helped hold Nameera's hand which was still a little weak and brought her the infusion.

A few minutes later, Nameera had finished her ashar prayer by sitting on her body, which still felt weak to stand. Zulaikha sat on the sofa watching what the girl was doing.

"Your life must be so perfect that you perform your worship perfectly, too" Zulaikha said.

"Since you have prayed, I will return first to my inn to clean up. Tomorrow I will come again" said Zulaikha.

Nameera nodded with her sweet smile. "Alright, thank you for accompanying me today, may Allah always protect you."

Zulaikha came out of Nameera's room, he walked while bowed, for some reason his mind was suddenly not calm after hearing Nameera's words earlier.

"Zulaikha," Grandpa Husein's bass voice managed to make him instantly raise his face.

"Yes Grandpa?"

"Are you going home? Where do you live?"

"Yes, Cake. I stayed at an inn close to Ahmed bin Ali's stadium."

"Oh, well, thank you for accompanying Nameera, may Allah take care of you," said Grandpa Husein and continued his path again.

"Emm, Grandpa Husein," called Zulaikha, making the elderly man immediately turn towards her.

"What's up, son?"

"I want to say hello from my Uncle, his name is Aaron."

Grandpa Husein's eyes instantly faded, as if so surprised upon hearing that name.

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