Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
242. Death Penalty

Two helicopters landed perfectly on the runway in the palace area. The palace guards are ready to welcome the arrival of princess Zainab and family entourage Amran Amran not far from the helicopter.

Not long after, down came the figures of handsome men who first tracked their feet on the ground before being followed by the angels who came with them.

To compensate for the appearance of her mother and princess Tamara, Bunga has coated her super tight dining uniform with a luxurious abaya accompanied by a veil to cover her sexy body and beautiful face.

Similarly, the appearance of Tamara who has returned to being herself as the daughter of the heir to the throne of Bahrain who appeared graceful with luxurious clothes that were deliberately prepared by Nabilla for this girl. Nabilla had taken everything into account before leaving for Riyad.

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Now the time to get off the helicopter was Zainab's daughter handcuffed but covered by her long headscarf and walking into the palace building with her face bowed as it had created an embarrassing scandal for the kingdom.

"Basic of a fucking woman..! Why didn't they just kill him in the rock wasteland there with enough to bring his body here?" as the prince of Ammar with all kinds of curses held in his mind dominated by a dark face.

"Slow that motherfucker woman in front of me..!" the decree of king Malik who felt his kingdom was smeared by the actions of his first son-in-law.

"Okay, your honor." Two royal guards approached his wife Ammar to quickly step in to meet the king of Malik.

"sorry. We must bring the princess first to the king!" pinta one of the guards of the king's messenger Malik to Amran who just nodded.

"Hm!"

"PLEASE...! please accompany me and ease my punishment..!" pinta's daughter Zainab told Nabilla in a soft voice but was not responded by Nabilla.

"You must account for what you did, Princess Zainab!" the grinning Flower Limpal was satisfied to see a flash of fear in the eyes of princess Zainab who was dragged forcefully by two bodyguards who grabbed her rough arms.

Meanwhile, Amran's entourage was welcomed by the inner royal guard towards the main hall of the palace where king Malik and the royal princes waited for them to be followed by their wives lined up to fill the main room the palace had so many wives that they had.

"Please follow us gentlemen...!" greet the Commander of the Kingdom of Ikrimah.

Amran and his family followed the guards inside the palace. Not long after they were confronted with palace ministers who were ready to listen to the explanation of Amran and Nabila who managed to catch Zainab's daughter for her crime of kidnapping Princess Tamara.

Amran saluted the king of Malik with greetings. King Malik who already knew who Amran was welcomed Amran very well followed by his son and two sons-in-law who shook hands with king Malik.

"Sorry....! we welcome your arrival in this shameful atmosphere" said king Malik, deeply disappointed in his first son-in-law.

"No need to bother your majesty. We saved only the sole heir to the throne of Bahrain - Princess Tamara.

And we bring all the evidence for the crime of his noble son-in-law so that our story is not considered boasting by the kingdom" Amran said.

Hearing Amran's words, Prince Ammar's face hardened. They do not need to doubt Amran's confession because they know who Amran and his family are from the country's intelligence.

"Thank you, Mr. Amran. We will punish anyone who does anything wrong let alone deliberately embarrass this kingdom. The punishment is more severe than the punishment of ordinary people" said the king.

"Thank you for the justice established in this country under the banner of Islam that follows directly the punishment of Allah through the Qur'an" said Amran relieved by king Malik's promise to them.

"Princess Tamara's. Is there a part of your body that is injured?" asked the king of Malik who saw Princess Tamara sitting quietly beside Nabilla and flanked by Flowers.

"Just a little pain in my neck that was strangled by Zainab's noble daughter" Tamara said.

"good. Let the palace doctor who will handle your situation princess," said king Malik but rejected by Tamara.

"No need for your majesty. I was more comfortable being examined in my own palace. This abduction left me with such a deep trauma that I find it hard to trust anyone else right now except the family of my future husband who saved me today" Tamara said at the heart of the matter.

The atmosphere in the palace room was immediately excited to hear the courage of Princess Tamara who expressed her feelings clearly without the knowledge of Amran and his family.

El's heart was beating very fast at this moment. Because he has not made a deal officially in front of his family but Tamara sooner precede it. The king and prince of Ammar gasped at Tamara's diplomatic reply.

"Did Princess Tamara resist the matchmaking that our two kingdoms had agreed to?" ask the king of Malik.

"Dad ...!"

"Mother....!" Pekik Tamara approached her father who immediately hugged his daughter full of gratitude.

"Are you okay, son?" ask king Farouk.

"Yes dad."

King Farouk shook the hand of king Malik and the two sat next to each other.

"I personally apologize for this incident. This is beyond our knowledge. And we will impose severe punishment on our first son-in-law.

"What punishment will my best friend Princess Zainab accept?" asked the king Farouk to confirm the punishment received by the daughter of Zainab.

"The penalty of beheading" said the king of Malik.

"That's much better. I want the people of this country to know how king Malik has given a fair sentence to his own royal family" Farouk said.

Princess Zainab was seen resigned because she knew the cry of a plea to be lightened her sentence would not be granted by the royal party.

"I have no problem getting stoned or dying though. As long as no one tries to usurp the throne of the kingdom that should belong to my son. I'm sorry son, you're so ashamed of what you did, mother" Zainab's inner heart cried bitterly behind her veil.

"All right, your highness. We have completed our duty here because we have to speak with the king of Farouk to propose to Princess Tamara for my son El-Rummi" Amran said to reinforce his further goals.

Tamara smiled inwardly. He felt very grateful to get the blessing of his parents even though it had to be taken with a terrible sacrifice that almost took his life if God did not help him.

"Is this form of sacrifice so expensive that I have to go through all these trials?" inner Tamara while taking a deep breath.

After a brief conversation with the Arab kingdom, both Amran and king Farouk immediately announced the departure of the great family before the king of Malik.

After the death of Amran and King Farouk, the prince of Ammar no longer held back his anger at Zainab who had foiled his marriage plans with Tamara.

"Based on the accursed woman....!" pekik Ammar slapped his first wife's cheek hard until Zainab's body fell down.

Plakkk..

"Don't Daddy.....! Don't beat up mom, dad...!" tekik prince Hasbi his son Zainab who disabled his leg because of paralysis.

"She's not your mother...! He even demeans you as a prince in this palace" Ammar told his 13-year-old son.

"Take princess Zainab to the palace prison!" king Malik's word to the palace guards.

"Surv..ibuuu....! Don't punish my mother...!" pinta prince Hasbi wept bitterly on his wheelchair.

"Please let me go for a second....! Let me hug my son for the last time" Zainab's overcrowded pinta saw her son so sick he was treated harshly by his own father.

Guards released Zainab's daughter to hug her son. The two hugged while crying.

"Mother...! Whatever you are, you are still my mother. I love you very much mother" said Prince Hasbi in a hoarse voice.

"Be a great boy....! Forget mother ..! Good bye, son...!" said Zainab, who is ready to accept her sentence.

"May Allah forgive your sins my mother. And may my prayer ease the torment of your grave, my poor mother, the light of my life...! I've loved you all my life!" said prince Hasbi while sobbing makes the atmosphere become haru.

Zainab walked towards the palace prison to await her sentence which may be held tomorrow morning.

"May no man underestimate the feelings of a wife who is not willing to be polygamous if she is able to serve him," Zainab's inner being fed up with the palace princes who have many wives. Who consider them as male sex gratuities.