The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

The New York Fashion Week

Chapter 43

Fatimah woke up with a sigh and a sweat that had soaked her face and body. The dream that felt so real was, so terrifying to him. Instantly, he immediately cried with his back shaking violently, while covering his face with both palms.

"Fatimah," a soft voice rang out in Fatimah's ears.

Fatimah lifted her face, looking at the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful, who was staring warmly at him. Fatimah's tears were coming down with a rush from her beautiful bead, looking at the beautiful woman, she was reminded of Umi Zahira. He immediately burst into the arms of Grace, a beautiful woman with a myriad of success.

"I miss, Umi," said Fatimah Parau as she sobbed.

"You can think of me as your own mother, Fatimah," Grace said, gently rubbing Fatimah's back.

(Alex and Grace are converts, they understand the Umi call Fatimah ).

"Thank you aunt" replied Fatimah in a raucous voice.

"Don't call aunty, call me mommy" said Grace, letting go of her arms.

"Yes, Mommy," Fatimah said with a faint smile.

"Afif must be sad, if you see you crying," Grace said as she gently wiped the tears that continued to wet Fatimah's cheeks.

Hearing Grace mention the name Afif, Fatimah's chest felt tight. He was reminded of the nightmare he had just had in his realm.

"I saw Afif's face and body full of dar*h." Fatimah said as she looked tensedly at Grace's face. There was fear and anxiety on his face.

Grace commented a smile, trying to give her some calm. He again wiped the tears of Fatimah which flowed back.

"Afif, a strong man. Whatever the decision, he must have thought carefully and pray'alah always for his safety" said Grace softly.

"He loves you so much, he wants you to be happy" Grace said.

Fatimah took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. "One of my joys is her" replied Fatimah in a raucous voice.

"Trust me, if you are a match you will definitely be together again, even though it all feels very difficult." Grace kept trying to convince and calm Fatimah.

"Rest! Tomorrow we'll attend an international fashion show." Grace said with a warm smile.

Fatimah frowned, staring cluelessly at Grace.

"International fashion?" Fatimah asked who was answered nodding by Grace.

"What is New York Fashion Week?" Ask Fatimah back.

"Yes, dear right, we will introduce our latest design tomorrow. So, you should now rest enough to prepare for tomorrow." Grace smiled sweetly with an affectionate look.

Fatimah smiled with happy sparkling eyes, ssmbil removed the remains of her tears. Suddenly, his smile faded.

"I don't have any clothes suitable for the event" Fatimah said with a sad face.

"Hm ... Did you forget that I was a famous designer" Grace said, folding both hands on her chest.

Fatimah realized, if what he had said was not the thing he should think about. They looked at each other, then they both smiled broadly and immediately hugged back.

"Thank you, Mommy,"

"Together, dear,"

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Alex and Grace praise and respect each other. For Alex, every time Grace always makes him fall in love, so does Grace.

Life without the presence of the baby does not make their household noses messy, because all this time they have orphanages and they also have many adopted children without adopting.

Alex and Grace gazed up at the steps, where Fatimah stepped down in a luxurious and elegant Muslim dress without any glamour.

"Unbelievably, I can't imagine if Afif saw your performance today" Grace walked over and hugged Fatimah.

Alex secretly photographed and recorded Fatimah, of course Fatimah never realized it. Alex sends it to Afif's phone.

"The result of this mommy design is very beautiful, anyone who wears it will definitely look very different," argued Fatimah, feeling very unpleasant with praise. Although, he had time to praise himself when reflecting earlier. The makeup of Grace's employees, it's really like making her someone different.

"You are already beautiful baby, wear whatever is still beautiful," praise Grace again, make the face of Fatimah blushing.

"Honey, don't tease Fatimah. We better get going now." Take Alex by the waist and hug Grace.

Alex did not issue any words of praise for Fatimah, although she was amazed and fascinated by Fatimah's performance today. He knows very well, if it is not good for Muslim women like Fatimah.

"Well, we're leaving now" Grace said, holding Fatimah's hand.

"Don't forget your current name" whispered Grace, who was nodding by Fatimah.

For a while for the sake of security, Fatimah used the name Elza and a new identity, all set by Alex who had influence in the field of government.

Alex and Grace's private car, driven by a personal aide, soon drove down the highway. Feelings of happiness and fear mixed in the heart of Fatimah, like a dream she would attend a world fashion show that she never imagined. In fact, she became one of the special guests with Alex and Grace.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the event venue. Fatimah was stunned by the large and luxurious building before her. She knows very well if this New York Fashion event, attended by three major countries in the field of Fashion namely Paris, London and Milan who are famous for their fashion world.

Fatimah is very grateful, because she is fluent in English, what else she has studied and lived in Turkey for four years, where the tourists use English.

As always, Alex and Grace introduce Fatimah to all business associates and world models under the name Elza.

Fatimah does not believe, if the dress she wears is the latest design of Grace as a model of luxury and elegant dresses nuanced Muslimah.

Like a dream for Fatimah, if she is now on the catwalk with Grace who took her to introduce her latest plan.

The clapping, the number of camera lights and the amazed look towards them, made Fatimah sweat a lot, even though the temperature in the room was very cool.

"Why didn't mommy tell me before?" Bisik Fatimah, while they were waiting for the closing ceremony.

"It's a surprise, honey. I also did not expect, if the design of this Muslim dress to get a very positive response," Grace replied while whispering as well, making Fatimah speechless, because they get a bouquet of flowers from one of the famous designers from Paris.

Alex smiled proud and happy, of course with the photos and videos that have been taken and recorded immediately sent again to Afif.

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Hi, author came in this chapter with a ya😁🤭.

Sorry, if the author's pubic does not match your thinking of the '🙏.

May this be the beginning of the happiness of Fatimah and Fatimah no longer cry.

Thank you who still faithfully follow the storyline of this novel🤗🙏.