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YEMEN.
Malik Ahmer sank himself deeper into the soft bed and pillows as the heavy weight of betrayal weighed on him. The memories of the past few days was still fresh in his brain as they kept rushing in. Kidnapping was something that was not taken lightly in Yemen - or any other country in general - it was punishable by death.
The Malik thought through the good/bad old days, 'Maybe he was being unfair to Taajwar?' He thought. No, that wasn't it in fact. Deep down, he knew that whatever made Taajwar kidnap Saajida was not his fault. He included him in every single thing like meetings in the Palace.
Ahmer never took him as an outsider, but as the brother he never thought he would have. Didn't he ever think of the consequences of his actions? Was it the level of greed that pushed him to act like that? Greed. That was the cause. Power. He was that thirsty for it. Lastly, didn't he think of everything their late parents did for him even though they didn't share the same blood?
Alas, it's said that blood is thicker than water, and he wasn't the same blood as them.
So deep in thought was he, that he did not hear the opening and shutting of the door. Malaka Amna was worried for her husband. He was getting all tense and walked up that it deepened the wrinkles, walking around the Palace in eggshells. She was just thankful to the Lord that the Amira was back home safely.
"Maliky [my King]" she sat by his side, throwing an arm around his shoulder. Always so deep in thought was her King.
"Hayaati" he tried to smile but failed to do that miserably.
"Still thinking, huh?" She didn't need an answer, let's just say it was rhetorical. "You know, what happened days ago wasn't at all your fault, it was just destined to happen and you surely cannot question the doings of Allah. Habibi [my love], I know you're hurt by your bro-- Taajwar's actions, you loved him like every other brother would to the younger one."
She adjusted her sitting position before grabbing his face to face hers, "you know what? let's just be grateful to God that Saajida is back to us safe and sound, her home."
Ahmer turned his entire body and took his wife's small and soft hands in his bigger ones.
"Sweetheart, Malaka of my heart, my soul mate, my love, thank you so much for everything you've done and still doing for me and the kids. Thank you for been there for me each time I needed a shoulder to lean on. Thank you."
Even though she wasn't some of his kids' biological mother, she still took care of them like they were hers.
She could only smile with a nod before making a straight face and said with a stern tone, "Now what are you still doing here? Enough of the emotional moment please," she stood up, grabbed his Royal crown and cloak before handing them to him.
Amna didn't need to tell him what she meant by that.
"Amna, thanks," He smiled, genuinely.
After getting up from bed, he put on the items she handed earlier. The Queen walked to the door and opened it wide for her King. He stepped close to her and nodded slowly at her. She squeezed his hand in reassurance before he walked out, with her behind.
***
Aamir Zayyan was going through some paperwork concerning his exportation business with other countries. There was a knock heard on the door from the other side before he permitted the person into the office.
His assistant, Aaliy said his Salaam before making report, "Your Highness Aamir it's about the goods to be exported to Nigeria," after checking the tablet in his hold.
"Yes? What about it?" Zayyan raised his bushy eyebrows in question.
"Aamir, the goods were reported to not have been received by the buyer--"
The Prince cut him off.
"What? What do you mean by that? Isn't there enough goods in the warehouse to be provided to the other company? Don't you know the Nigerians would not want to be disappointed?!"
Of course he knew, which seller in his/her right state of mind wouldn't want to reach the buyer's expectation?
"Sir, there was said to be a delay in the delivery, but I can assure that it's been taken care of--"
Aaliy was cut short again.
"Taken care of you say?!" He tried to calm down a bit. "You know what... book me a flight to Nigeria, ASAP," Zayyan ordered.
"But--"
The glare sent his way made him to shut up, "Are you questioning your boss's order?"
"I-i wouldn't d-dare your Highness," the assistant stammered before gulping whatever lump was in his throat. "And I would do it right away, Sir."
Aaliy tapped somethings on his tablet as Zayyan ran his hand into his hair in frustration and exhaustion.
Sometime later, he said, "It is done, sir. Your flight will be by 3pm."
"Good."
"Then I'll take my leave now Your Highness."
Aamir waved him off dismissively before the other guy walked out of the office after bowing to the Prince.
SOME HOURS LATER...
ABUJA, NIGERIA.
The warm soothing at the same time homely ambience of Nigeria cooled his tense and tired muscles and senses as he sniffed in the fresh air at the airport. The Yemeni Prince's flight landed later in the night and all he needed was a rest and a warm shower from the 5-hour plus flight.
"Your Highness."
He turned to his left when he heard an unfamiliar voice.
He saw a man he wasn't too sure he knew, in white chauffeur uniform. Oh, might be the driver Aaliy told him about, coz he was holding a placard with his name inscribed on it.
"Salaam Alaika," the man smiled politely, he was awed by the Prince's handsomeness.
Zayyan smiled back and replied the greeting, not bothering to ask of his name. The chauffeur collected his bags and directed him to where the car was parked before driving them to the hotel.
Reaching a familiar area in Abuja, Aamir's car entered the hotel's parking lot. The man pulled over at the boss's private lot before they descended the car. The guards by the entrance greeted the Prince respectfully as he walks in. People been people, both male and female starred at the handsome and beautiful man like a piece of art.
"Aamir, Welcome sir," the dark skinned Nigerian manager of the hotel greeted his boss.
"Thank you," he briefly said in his thick Arabian accent.
"Your room is ready, Your Highness." He nodded.
The bellhop grabbed his bags before leading him to his private elevator.
Perks of been the boss. . . .
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I'm so so so so sorry for the late update. I've actually being writing the chapter's draft but wattpad keeps deleting it. I became fed up and resulted to me updating late. And... some of you might've noticed that this chapter was rushed. Actually, I've been wanting to finish this story sooner than expected coz I want to focus completely on my second book, 'Kemal Sweethearts'. So yeah... don't forget to check it out also.
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