HIS DELICATE ROSE

Part 20 : Zaim embraced Islam

"I always fail. I could not find her, and I can't bear it anymore. Look at my delicate situation. What should I do, huh? Why don't you show up if you have that much power? Where did my Rose go? Please answer me."

Some people started looking at me, and a girl in a bodycon dress came near me, placing her hand on my shoulder and asking, "Hey, why are you crying?" I turned my head towards the girl, and she said, "I can help you, honey." I gave her a dismissive look, jerked her hand off my shoulder, and walked away.

After spending a week searching for Helena, i returned to London for further studies.

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*Author*

It was Sunday evening, and the sun was nearly set, casting a warm glow. The mansion shined, its beauty enhanced by the shades of the sky. Mr. Ali sat in the garden, deeply engaged in conversation with his close businessman friend. "Yes, yes, Durrani, you are absolutely right. I was also thinking about that project," he said.

Jessica approached and sat beside him, placing a tray with cups on the table. Ali glanced at her and Jessica saw he was enjoying conversation with his friend. She then placed a cup near him. Taking another cup, she started sipping her tea. Jessica kept looking at him with a smile and Ali continued. "Ok then, I'll meet you in Canada."

After Ali ended the call, he turned to Jessica, held his cup, sipped his tea, then placed it back on the table and said, "Ahh, your magical hands, Jess." Jessica laughed at his comment and replied, "Oh, thank you, thank you. I know that. You should value me." She took another sip. Ali continued to look at her lovingly. Jessica then asked, "Ali, we should invite Ahmed and his family to our house for dinner. What do you say?"

He placed his cup on the table and replied, "Hmm, as you like, Jess. Set the day and invite them, but inform me a day before the dinner, because I have meetings abroad. I'll reschedule my meetings." Ali smiled, and so did Jessica. They continued to enjoy their tea and gossip.

Helena came home from her Madarsah. After closing the door of her small house, she walked through the walkway and approached the lounge through her small garden. She heard Ahmed and Ayesha's voices; they were happily talking to Fatima on a video call. Helena approached, saying, "Assalamualaikum," and joined the conversation. She then went to her open kitchen, took a bottle from the fridge, and poured water into a glass. She turned off the cap of the bottle, returned it to the fridge, and sat on a chair, drinking the water.

Helena returned to the lounge and sat beside her father while smiling and wrapping her arms around his waist. Ahmed seemed happy as he talked to Fatima, while Ayesha was still talking to her. Helena and Ahmed both smiled widely at Ayesha. Ahmed then kissed Helena on the side of her head and asked about her Madarsah routine. Just then, Ayesha came and sat in front of them and said, "Ahmed, Fatima is insisting we come to her."

Both turned their heads toward Ayesha. "Rayyan also said that he will send his private jet to pick us up, and he invited Faris as well, but I told them that Faris couldn't join as Nura is on bed rest."

Helena's expression changed upon hearing that they were about to go to Canada to meet Fatima. Her excitement grew even more, then she sat up straight, her happiness was evident on her face. She said, "Mama, I'll talk to Faris, Please let's go there.

He will join us, and ask Rayyan to pick them up too." She made a dramatic look on her face. "I'm excited to meet Faris, Nura, and their twins, Aylin and Burak. Mama, please agree."

"This is not good, my child. You know it will cost too much. We should not put a burden on Rayyan like this; after all, he is our son-in-law." Helena made a sad pout again and looked at Ahmed with a pleading look on her face. Then Ahmed said, "Don't make that face, my child. Okay, I'll ask Faris to come. He will not deny me, okay?"