The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

Re-encounter

Chapter 65

Fatimah stared at the television screen in front of her, with a trembling hand she grabbed her phone. Unlock a social media app full of news of a raid on a mafia lair.

The camera looks towards a man with a sturdy body and a real Indonesian face with a beautiful Indonesian-Turkish woman who is always together, until they enter an ambulance to the hospital.

There was sorrow and sorrow in Fatimah's heart. On one hand he was very worried about the condition of the man who was none other than Afif in a state of injury all over his body and gunshot wounds in his right shoulder. Does not feel a clear circle escapes from the corner of the eye shade.

On the other hand, his heart felt very sad to see the loyal beautiful woman accompanying him. His heart was not willing to look at the other woman beside Afif.

"You can't be jealous, Fatimah! Afif is not yours anymore!" Fatimah tried to shake her feelings. While removing the clear circles that had flowed on his cheeks.

Too focused on Afif news, making Fatimah not realize if Mark had been in the room since then and looked at Fatimah with mixed feelings. Slowly Mark stepped closer to Fatimah who was focusing on her phone screen.

"Do you want to see him?" ask Mark who is sitting in front of him.

Fatimah jerks. He immediately wiped away the rough tears of his eyes that continued to flow nonstop. Mark held Fatimah by the hand and gently wiped away Fatimah's tears.

"Don't cry! It makes my heart so sick." Mark said while staring at Fatimah's nanar.

"We'll see him soon. Get ready!" mark said gently, while continuing to wipe away Fatimah's tears.

Fatimah jerks. He didn't believe what Mark said. "You mean ....?" fatimah asked with trembling lips.

"I bought a plane ticket. Get ready! We are leaving now." said Mark with a smile and rubbed Fatimah's head gently.

Mark immediately got up from his seat and stepped towards his room. He decided not to go to a room with Fatimah because he was afraid he could not resist his desire as a husband, although Fatimah repeatedly asked to do their duty as husband and wife.

Fatimah looked at Mark's missing back behind the door. His feelings are mixed now. His longing for long in his pendamnya, fear that the woman he knew named Salma was a couple Afif.

Fatimah also could not bear if it had to hurt Mark's feelings. Very nice guy and always keep his honor. He took a breath while closing his eyes for a moment. Finally he stepped into his room and cleaned up the things he was going to carry.

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Fatimah and Mark set foot back to their homeland. The feeling of haru, longing and disbelief can return to the homeland enveloped the heart of Fatimah.

Amidst his uneasiness, a warm grasp at his felt. As he turned his head, Mark's sweet smile appeared with a shady look full of love.

Fatimah returned Mark's smile while saying inwardly. " Give me the best, Lord. I hope I'm not wrong in my decision."

They walked out of the airport clasping each other. A luxurious car was waiting for them and immediately got into the car.

"We're going straight to XX hospital!" mark's orders to the private driver were sent specifically to them.

"Okay, sir" said the driver, nodding respectfully.

The luxury car also drove across the highway. Mark clasped Fatimah's hand tighter. He was well understood by Fatimah's unease. There was pain and unwillingness in his heart, if he had to let go of the woman who was already enthroned in his heart. But he realized, if not he was the man his wife wanted.

"Calm down! Whatever happens, I will always hold your hand." Mark said gently with a smile.

"Mark, I ...."

"Easy! Don't be so uptight everything's gonna be okay." Mark's reply made Fatimah look at Mark and stare with teary eyes.

Mark took a deep breath. "Not to lose you, I've been in a lot of pain." Inner Mark. Directly rubbing the rough tears that were trying to break out.

Soon their car entered the hospital yard. At once Fatimah's heart was racing. Meeting with her first love and her ex-husband. A love that will never fade with time.

Along entering the hospital area, Mark did not release his hand at all because he was very aware, if soon he would no longer be able to hold Fatimah's hand.

It did not take long, they arrived right in a room. They were silent for a moment after being in front of the door. Mark turned to Fatimah and smiled. Slowly, he let go of his hand.

Fatimah was only able to fall silent and stare pus at Mark. With a smile, Mark opened the door of the treatment room to make his heart beat faster.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mark, when the door opened and they were already in the room.

Afif who was lying down because of the bullet removal surgery and Salma who was peeling the fruit turned towards them.

"Waalaikumsalam" Afif replied with a look of disbelief with the woman who was now in front of him. Salma stared in turn at Afif, Fatimah and Mark.

With a smile Mark invited Fatimah to step closer to Afif's bed. Salma who was sitting immediately stood up, as well as Afif who immediately corrected his sitting position. His gaze could not be separated from Fatimah's face. There was a longing in both of his eyes.

"I've never seen Afif staring at someone like this, let alone a woman. What does this woman mean by baj*ngan Zaki?" Salma asked inwardly as she looked at Fatimah.

Fatimah realized that Salma was staring at her. He smiled as he nodded his head, making Salma return the smile.

"Hi, how's my cousin?" greet Mark while hugging Afif.

"As you can see." Afif replied while returning Mark's embrace.

"A man with nine lives." Mark said as he let go of his embrace and gently patted Afif's shoulder.

"If I don't have nine lives, how can we meet again?" afif replied, making them both laugh.

Fatimah and Salma threw one another a glance and smiled. Salma hoped that the woman next to him would not be the Fatimah Zaki said she was. Salma is convinced that Fatimah is Mark's wife.

Afif and Mark's laughter came to a halt, while taking a rough breath Mark said. "I think it's the right time." Mark's words made Afif speechless.

Fatimah jerks. She looked at Mark with teary eyes. While Salma, was silent and just stared alternately at them. Fear broke out in Salma's heart.

"I will return with what you have entrusted."

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Will Mark return Fatimah to Afif?

What about Mark?

What about Afif and Salma?

Will the love of Afif and Fatimah unite?

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