THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 99

" ... The leader of the wandering tribe stood in the middle of the sea, driving away the thirty-meter-high waves that were about to flatten the houses of the people on the coast."

What the Minister of the Outer Continent said was already well digested in Braheim's head, as a joke. Yeah, a joke, and what kind of a joke is that? Daxraj Natesh rises from the grave? It is not impossible indeed if it is Daxraj Natesh who was awarded the power of the mighty. But for what purpose? Is he upset his son got colonized? Or upset expelled Lord Krpaya* from heaven for teasing the angels too much?

Krpaya* is the God whom the Kumari Kandam people worship.

Something's not right here. Whether it's the vision of the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Continent or the contents of Braheim's head that began to be dominated by fears of losing the lover again. Either one of them or both of them are the other, for sure, there is really nothing that is not true. Even if Daxraj Natesh did rise from the grave, the first thing he would have done would have been to see Vinder instead of playing around with the waves as high as the Kumari Kandam Kingdom Peak.

"Is it just you yeah-"

"Your Majesty," interrupted a new palace servant* who again broke through Braheim's study.

The new palace*Braheim-designated palace specifically for Haala and Vinder. New palace built right next to south palace*.

The southern palace* is the palace where the king lives and performs all activities of a personal nature. The palace was built on five hundred hectares of land. However, the palace is the only building there. The rest, the southern palace was only planted with bamboo trees.

"Commander Haala's son cries again like yesterday, Your Majesty," the servant added.

Bheim. Though everyone thought Braheim would run straight to the new palace. Instead, Bheim sat back on his throne. In contrast to what everyone thought of Braheim who might be very surprised and trying to calm down, what Braheim thinks today is who is the wandering tribe that is back in danger? If it was missed, then Vinder's crying would stop by itself.

"Lord."

Murat ran and bowed before Braheim. "Give me the command, Your Majesty."

"How could your sister hurt Aryesh Farorz?"

Murat seemed surprised, immediately understanding the meaning of Braheim's question. "It is quite possible to remember his easily wavering nature, Your Majesty."

"You're right. People who love evil sometimes don't need a reason to do evil." Braheim turned his chair to look at the window. "But Jihan Joozher always needs a reason."

"Please give me permission to confirm it right now, Your Majesty?"

Bheim turned his chair to face Murat. "No. Aryesh Farorz is fine. If anything happens to her, it's nothing more than a heated struggle with your sister."

Murat did not refuse, although he wanted to. The only sister of the puppet is already addicted.

"What about Sayee? I haven't seen him since the last interrogation" Braheim added.

Spontaneous Murat raised his head, capturing the confidence in Braheim's eyes. Murat rushed to the interrogation room, after shouting orders for the soldiers to follow him. Meanwhile, Bheim, continuing the day's activities with the door of his study room that was deliberately opened wide, in order to make it easier for the news carrier to convey the news about Sayee or about Vinder who had been willing to be given a milk bottle.

But the news awaited Braheim did not come, even though the sea of humans crowded in the waiting room was getting reduced. That's vivid. Because Vinder hasn't stopped showing off his pillory cries, and Sayee hasn't gone through her critical period either. Apparently Braheim's belief is very precise. Sayee was found unconscious in the interrogation room after scraping her own wrist. Murat immediately took Sayee to the north palace*.

North palace* or better known as the rowdy palace, is the most visited palace. Since there was a hospital, the academy concocted medicine, as well as a garden of rare herbs. The Royal Physician also stayed here because in addition to being responsible to the patients for twenty-four hours, he also taught at the academy.

CLAMPS

"How's it?"

The royal physician who had just walked out of the emergency room took off his coffee. "This is a miracle God gave him."

Murat heaved a sigh of relief. "You've worked hard, Doctor. Keep an eye on him. I'm counting on you."

"Okay, Counselor."

Immediately Murat left the northern palace, intending to pass on the good news directly to Braheim. It was unexpected that Murat's arrival coincided with the arrival of the new Chief Administrator, who, judging from his facial water, most likely also brought good news.

"Long live, and blessed always, is the sun of Kumari Kandam." Murat and the new Head of the Palace compact said hello to Braheim.

"Say."

"Commander Haala's son has stopped crying, Your Majesty. Now his son is asleep after finishing two bottles of milk" said the new Palace's Chief Executive.

"of course. Our heroes are human. He obviously has a sense of tiredness and thirst." Bheim looked at Murat. "So right this time it's Sayee?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I'm beginning to understand the red thread." Bheim. "Since one problem is solved, let's solve another. Call the Minister of Foreign Continents. I can't wait to talk about the joke."

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

The discussion of Daxraj Natesh rising from the grave was held in Milaan*, inviting the Kumari Kandam pillars in place. It was not a bad idea to hold sensitive discussions outside the room. The fresh scent of rose buds smelled from all directions seems powerful enough to dampen emotions.

Milaan* is a garden overgrown with hundreds of green wild roses.

" ... When that happened, I was on my way back to Kumari Kandam. If it wasn't for the wandering tribe leader, the ship that I had boarded would have been reduced to rubble."

Haala shook her head in response to the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Continent. "That's impossible. He's dead."

"Hamba swear, Commander. I swear to Lord Krpaya."

"I swear to Lord Krpaya. He died beside Vinder after completely turning into an old man. I even saw her funeral procession from start to finish," Haala replied in a half-screaming tone.

"It's not just the witness' servant who saw it, Commander. The raging sea breeze flew its black turban, slowly revealing the face hidden behind it. That's the nomadic tribe leader."

"No way." Haala nodded back.

"Please speak, Your Majesty."

Bheim only nodded in response to Murat.

"About the witness you said, can you present it, Minister?" murat asked the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"Of course, Counselor. The majority of the witnesses were merchants from Shushk who traded in Lagaam. Servants are processing their permits to enter Kumari Kandam. They'll be there no later than tomorrow."

Everyone who sat around the round table was compactly putting on a face of disbelief, shortly after catching what Haala said, without exception.

"Sorry, Commander. Disturbing the rest of the dead is an unjust deed."

Haala looked at the Minister of Religion. "Then what do I have to prove my point, Minister? You are the one who has wronged because you believe the dead can come back to life."

The Minister of Religion stuttered, as well as his fellow colleagues.

"I agree. Words can have no meaning without evidence. If the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Continent proves his remark by presenting a witness at the time of the incident, then it would not be wrong if Commander Haala proved his remark in such an unjust manner. Unless you can donate in some other way?" Bheim stared at the Ministers one by one.

"According to the servant it is not a problem to demolish the burrow in the interest of security, Your Majesty."

"Hamba agrees, Your Majesty. Jvaala continent that bury the body without cremation is not uncommon even to demolish the burrow when needed for interrogation." The Minister of Law on the Minister of Social Affairs.

Almost some people seem to agree to demolition on the tomb of Daxraj Natesh. But others, especially the Minister of Religious Affairs, seem confused. Braheim did the vote, and thirteen people expressed his approval, then the rest voted not to vote including the Minister of Religious Affairs.

"Where was he buried?"

"In the portal, Your Majesty," Haala replied to Braheim.

"There's only one person who can do it." Bheim looked at Murat.

"As per your orders, Your Majesty."

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"What did you say?" Jihan asked with her mouth full of apple cud.

Murat thrusting the shovel. "Take this and dig the burrow of Daxraj Natesh."

"Are you likening me to Sanjeev Rajak?"

Murat regulated his breathing which began to feel hot. "It's an emergency."

"What do I care? Here is no emergency" Jihan replied as she spat on Murat's face with apple skin.

Aswin began to put up the horses, believing Murat would immediately kick the portal and bounce into the ranks of the soldiers. But unexpectedly, today Murat was a little able to control his anger. After returning to his breath and wiping off the apple peel marks on his face, Murat walked a step closer to the portal set in the night.

"Firdoos Shyamali has a younger brother."

Jihan's spontaneous steps came to a halt, then slowly, her voracious chewing began to sound faint.

"He works at the auction. I gave him a bag of gold coins to tell him about Firdoos Shyamali, and he drove me to a room" Murat said.

Jihan did not answer, but again bit her apple, while walking closer to the portal.

"In that room your longing for Firdoos Shyamali is treatable."

"Where?" ask Jihan at last.

"I'll let you know once you start digging." Murat returned to thrust the shovel.

"Sad. Throw it."

Murat obeyed Jihan's request, but strangely the shovel bounced, almost stuck in the forehead of one of the soldiers. Apparently so. Not only the dirty people and the relics of the dead who could not penetrate the portal where the wandering tribe lived, but also objects that had been touched by the dirty.

Jihan. "It turns out that King Kumari Kandam's advisor is very dirty."

"All the people of Kumari Kandam are upset and you're laughing?"

"That's because I'm so happy. Now I believe we're brothers." Jihan rubbed the corners of her watery eyes. "alright. Iwill. But what's the reason?"

"Is that important?"

"I need a reason to do something, Brother."

Murat was silent for a moment, suddenly recalling Braheim's words. "It turns out to be true, Jihan Joozher always needs a reason."

"What are you talking about?"

Murat walked away from the portal. "Daxraj Natesh rises from the grave. The Foreign Minister of the Continent saw him driving off the thirty-meter-high waves that were about to flatten the houses of the people on the coast."

Jihan is back. "And you believe him? Including the brilliant-brained King Kumari Kandam?"

"Consider your words. There are a lot of ears here."

"Why? I don't feel like I'm saying anything wrong. It is you who are wrong. You moron. Talk and look at your stupid face, Murat Iskender."

Spontaneous Aswin jumped to hold Murat back, who was finally re-controlled by anger.

"Daughter, please cooperate with you."

"Yes yes, okay. I'm gonna start digging, Aswin. Even with this kind of hand." Jihan raised her bandaged hand carelessly. "But, Aswin, do you also believe what the Secretary of the Continent has to say?"

"Hamba can't answer it yet, Princess."

"That's another answer from you who believe, Aswin." Jihan sighed. "God does not take a person's life before his time, nor will he change his mind if it is time. No one can rise from the grave. If it were possible, it would not have been God who did it."

Everyone was silent, beginning to waver with his belief of the wandering tribe leader rising from the grave.

"Suppose you did it human. Didn't he have to go through that portal first to resurrect Daxraj Natesh who was buried inside here? Then if those of you who commit crimes like murder alone cannot pass through this portal, how could he who commits crimes far above you pass through it?" Jihan passed by while shaking her head. "A real bunch of idiots."