The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

About Mark

Chapter 52

They all flinched at Fatimah's request. "What are you saying, honey?" Grace asked, trying to remind Fatimah.

"I've thought about it. If you want this relationship with only seriousness and commitment in the absence of marriage, it's better from now on you go away, Mark!" pinta Fatimah with full affirmation.

Mark was happy and said with sparkling eyes. "Of course I will marry you Fatimah Assyifa Khairunisa," Mark said sternly, leaving Fatimah flabbergasted as Mark mentioned her full name.

"You know my full name?" Fatimah asked as she stared fixedly at Mark's face. He tried to look at the details of Mark's face, to ascertain if they had met before.

"We have met Fatimah, but you have never realized my presence. I have known and known about you for a long time" Mark said with a smile, making Fatimah frown.

"Surely you know everything from my ex-husband" Fatimah guessed, making Mark laugh.

"Afif is indeed my cousin, but I never knew about your marriage" Mark replied with a relaxed face.

"Then, where did you find out about me?" Fatimah asked as she frowned again, staring in full search at Mark's face.

Mark smiled. A smile that began to look different in Fatimah's eyes.

"A few years ago, I had a plan to preach to you," Mark said, causing Fatimah, Alex and Grace to flinch. Their faces could not believe Mark's words.

Alex and Grace know very well, if the khitbah or sermon is a proposal in other words or ask a woman to make a wife for yourself or others.

"I don't understand what you mean, Mark!" Fatimah felt her head slightly dizzy.

"I'm sorry Fatimah, if it's all confusing to you," Mark said with a sigh and rubbed his face rough.

"I have known Abimu Ustadz Maulana Yusuf and Umi Zahira Kulsum for a long time." Fatimah was again flabbergasted when Mark mentioned the long names of his parents, more precisely his adoptive parents.

Mark who knows many questions in the head of Fatimah, he again gave an explanation. "Ustadz Maulana or I often call Abi Maulana is my teacher and my place of study. When I decided to emigrate from my dark world." Mark said, taking a deep breath.

Mark recalled his past life full of foya-foya and maksiat, almost every night he spent time in a nightclub, just for a drink, just to drink, play casino or spend the night with a very special entertainer woman who is a subscription to high-class businessmen like himself.

In fact, Mark was interested in establishing a famous nightclub in New York City with elite facilities, of course by presenting a lot of entertainment, liquor, casinos and of course the service of beautiful women who are classy, classy, even so, their job is only as comfort women. What else he has a position in the government, making his business in the night world run very smoothly and forward.

All the material, success and luxury in his possession, does not guarantee his happiness, it makes him have to lose both people who have meritorious in his life and love him very much. Both of his parents had to die as a result of the conflict that occurred between him and his business partners.

The tragic loss of both parents, made him aware of the illegal business he did. Mark gave up the illegal business and tried to improve his life. Until finally fate brought him to meet Ustadz Maulana Yusuf.

"How do you know them?" Fatimah asked Mark.

Mark took a rough breath and said, "It was you who helped me escape the nightlife and the black world. He taught me a lot about religion and goodness. Until I accidentally saw you, ' during a visit to the pesantren, Fatimah, '" explained Mark, making Fatimah recall the memory of several other years.

Now Fatimah remembered Mark's face. They had met several times, when Mark spent his days studying at the boarding school for several months. At that time, he received a scholarship to study in Turkey.

"Did you remember me?" Mark asked staring at Fatimah.

"Yes, I remember," replied Fatimah, making Mark smile.

"I fell in love the first time I saw you in your gray white uniform. Abi Maulana knew how I felt, but at that time Arshad was trying to preach you. In fact, the Arsyad family also invested in the Darul Hikmah pesantren." Fatimah heard and tried to digest Mark's explanation.

"I don't know if Afif is my lucky cousin and little friend who can take your wife" Mark said, making Fatimah smile wryly.

"From now on, don't ever mention that name again, to me, he is now just the past" Fatimah said in a raucous voice.

Mark, Alex and Grace throw each other a glance. Alex took a deep breath. This is all Afif wanted, so that Fatimah would soon marry Mark. However, Alex knows very well if deep down Afif there is pain and gaping wounds.

"I will be your Imam, I will prepare everything. Are you ready if we get married in a week?" Mark's question makes Alex and Grace again throw a glance. They are only listeners and will speak when asked for an opinion because all decisions are entirely in the hands of Mark and Fatimah.

"I'm ready Mark" replied Fatimah with a small glance. A decision that requires greatness of heart.

"Om, aunt, I ask your permission to preach Fatimah. I'll get everything ready soon" Mark looked at Alex and Grace with a twinkle of happiness on his face.

Alex and Grace smiled. "I'll help you to get everything ready" Alex said as he patted Mark's shoulder gently. She did not expect that Fatimah was the ex-wife of her niece and would now be the wife of her other niece. The path of human destiny is indeed full of secrets and not a single creature knows about it.

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After Fatimah did an examination of her internal organs, it turned out that there was nothing harmful. There is only a slight fracture in his left leg and it can be done enough with treatment and therapy. But for a while Fatimah had to be in a wheelchair.

Of course, they were very happy to receive the test results. However, Fatimah looked silent as if thinking of something.

"What do you think of Fatimah?" Mark asked, looking closely at the face of Fatimah who is now his future wife.

"Whose name am I wearing, when you say ijab qobul later?" fatimah said in a soft voice.

"Of course with your beautiful name, Fatimah Assyifa Khairunnisa." Strictly Mark, made Fatimah look pusar at Mark.

"You don't have to worry about Fatimah. Om will take care of everything," replied Alex inevitably, making Fatimah smile. The therapy, the smile disappeared from his lips.

"Abi Maulana is not my real father, and I have not yet found out who my real father is" Fatimah said, bowing her face. There was a tightness that was seeping in his chest.

"Fatimah, your real father is dead and there is no other family from your father," Mark's words made Fatimah flinch and look at Mark with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry if this hurts, I've investigated it. After we get married, we'll see your mother, because she doesn't allow you to meet."

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Sorry for hanging again 🤭😁.

Does Mark's past in the black world have anything to do with the illegal business involving Afif now?

What caused Mark's parents' deaths?

Will Mark and Fatimah's marriage go well?

Ready for Fatimah's parents?

Don't miss in the next chapter tomorrow 🥰🙏