Tasbih Love In Qatar
Towards the Marriage Nameera

Day after day passed, the wedding time between Nameera and Ali now only counted the days. Preparations for the preparations had been completed, the invitation had spread.

Every bride who will get married will certainly feel happy in welcoming the sacred event, but in contrast to Nameera, the girl actually looks moody and not excited.

Not that Nameera was unhappy with her marriage, she just felt empty because she lost her older sister who always supported her all this time. How not? Every message and call he made never got a reply.

"Wedding candidate why so moody?" Nameera, who had been sitting alone in the park, turned around when she heard the baritone voice of a man behind her.

"Sister Tareeq," he said when he saw his brother arrive and immediately sat down beside him.

The man smiled towards Nameera, but the smile clearly showed an compulsion to hide the sadness.

"I miss Brother Zul," Nameera replied, making the smile on the man's face slowly disappear. "Sister must have missed him, didn't he?" nameera asked.

Tareeq was silent for a moment, he could not deny, his longing was getting bigger and it really tormented him to this day. A few days passed and he never communicated with Zulaikha. Only Uncle Aaron was the place to ask about the news of the wife.

"Why is Brother silent? Don't you miss Brother Zul?" guess Nameera.

"Without answering, of course you already know, Dik," said Tareeq smiled wryly with a gaze that pointed upwards to prevent the appearance of tears.

Nameera looked at the brother and then leaned his head on his broad shoulders. "I understand Brother's feelings, and I also understand Kak Zul's feelings, I hope Kak Zul will improve soon, be patient, Sis," said the girl.

***

While in Indonesia, Zulaikha sat by the window of his room while staring out at the children who were busy playing in the afternoon. The wind that blew into the window made her veil sway back and forth.

Tok tok tok tok

"Son, can auntie come in?" Zulaikha turned to the door that was still closed and immediately moved to open the door that was always locked.

"Thank God, you're finally going to open it, son." Anisa's aunt was very happy because Zulaikha finally opened the door for her.

During this time the woman never pinched if she or her husband wanted to invite her to talk. Even while eating, Anisa's aunt was forced to put food in front of the woman's room, sometimes at meals, but more often not eaten.

"Come in, Bi," said Zulaikha, letting Aunt Anisa in.

"Son, how are you? Your aunt and uncle are very worried about you" Aunt Anisa asked.

"It's still like this, Bi," Zulaikha replied as it was.

"Auntie knows, you must have felt so lost over all this, auntie had also been in your position."

Zulaikha looked at Aunt Anisa.

"Son, if you feel depressed about your situation, share, son, at least with so your heart and mind can be a little relieved."

"Auntie doesn't ask you to share with auntie if you don't want to, but you need to share with God, son."

"Share to God?" ask Zulaikha.

"How do you do it, Bi?"

"First, Mama you always told Auntie when Aunt was in your position. 'If you have a problem, or a burden on your heart and mind, don't tell others, hold everything until prayer time comes, then pray and tell all that you feel to Allah while bowing down as you confide in the person before you.' Although only in the heart of the disclosure, but aunt really felt calm after that," explained Aunt Anisa.

Zulaikha was unmoved, he silently understood the words of the aunt. True, all this time he was busy grieving, busy blaming himself and busy lamenting his fate. Never once did he think he wanted to tell God. Allah is All-Knowing, but Allah also loves the servant who makes Him a place of sighing.

"Oh yes, son. Why don't you ever pick up Tareeq's phone? You know, she's worried about you a lot, a few times she wants to see you, but aunt forbids, auntie's afraid you haven't wanted to see anyone."

Zulaikha immediately turned his head towards his phone which was stored on the nightstand, it had been a few days that he had never checked the flat object p, if there was a phone he would leave it in silent mode.

"Do you deliberately ignore his every call, son?" aunty Anisa asked again, making Zulaikha bow her head.

Anisa's aunt who understood the silent meaning of her nephew could only throw a rough breath. "Auntie won't force you to go back to Qatar, but think again, son. You've been alone for a long time like this, try to get back to living your life, son, there's a husband who's always waiting for you there patiently."

After saying that, Aunt Anisa came out of Zulaikha's room to give her a chance to think.

"By ..," he said and immediately picked up his phone on the nightstand.

Zulaikha opened his phone, but it turned out to be lowbatt. He connected his phone to the charger first and then reopened it. The woman was so shocked to find so many missed calls and messages from Tareeq, Nameera, Ms. Ammara, even from Grandpa Husein.

Hubby: Assalamu's 'alaikum, darling. How are you doing? I miss you so much, I hope you get better soon.

Hubby: Assalamu's 'alaikum, darling. How are you, may God take care of your health always, I love you.

Hubby: Assalamu's 'alaikum, darling. How's it going? Can I go there? I'm not going to force you to go back to Qatar, I just want to see you, I miss you so much, it looks like I'll be an undead if this continues."

Zulaikha's tears flowed after reading some of the messages Tareeq had sent. He also misses the man so much, only his sadness makes the woman not care about anything all this time.

Zulaikha continued to read messages from her husband and read messages from Nameera, Ammara's mother and Husein's grandfather. After that he walked back to the window and stared at the atmosphere outside his house full of children's laughter.

"O Allah, forgive this weak servant, the servant has neglected the husband of the servant, disregarding the duty of the servant as a servant and as a wife."

***

Nameera's wedding day has now arrived, the girl is now in the room in her wedding dress. He stared at her reflection from the mirror that looked very beautiful and graceful.

A rough gust of breath was heard from his lips several times. The girl was happy with her marriage, but she was not excited due to Zulaikha's absence.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" asked Ammara's mother to approach the princess.

"This marriage makes me happy, Mother, but it feels incomplete if Brother Zul is not there" he replied lethargicly.

"Patience, Honey. We pray, hopefully Zulaikha's situation can improve soon," said Ammara's mother as she rubbed the shoulders of Nameera gently.

"I'm coming here." Two women from different generations turned back to the source of the voice and immediately their faces turned happy.

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