THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 120

Braheim carefully sat down on the edge of the bed filled with flowers. Haala was sleeping there. Braheim smiled, hoping that even the peaceful face he saw now would be red marks on those rare colored hair hemispheres. But if Lord Krpaya* predestines it as a delusion, Braheim has already prepared the heart. For indeed, Bheim had become very accustomed to a brief happiness.

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

"It is very difficult to get you, Haala Anandmayee," Bheim murmured inwardly.

It was not wrong what Braheim had just said, because it was indeed that difficult to unite with his soulmate. They have tried to fight against destiny, but what happens is even the time that is rotated to the past. They also gave up a few times, but unfortunately their feelings were getting stronger. While looking at the peaceful face of Haala, Braheim reminisced about his extreme love journey.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Just like my sickening work space, the door in this room will also only open at my will."

Haala bowed to Braheim who had just entered the room. "Long life, da-"

"Is that demon that changed your attitude so aggravating?" braheim sidelines while standing right in front of Haala.

"Give me time to answer, Your Majesty."

"I've given you a week" Braheim replied.

"Hamba is still trying to find the answer."

Bheim grabbed both hands of Haala. "Then include me in your efforts."

Haala fell silent. "Did I misrepresent our kiss that night?" braheim.

Haala was still silent, the corners of her eyes began to feel tickled. "For me it's not just a kiss. Because through that kiss I gave my heart to you. Are you like that too?" braheim again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bheim smiled as he heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank God. I don't care what your attitude changes and what the demon says. I've had enough of the fact that you've also given your heart."

"Hamba wishes to give this self away entirely to you, Your Majesty."

Spontaneous Braheim hugging Haala. "Then give it to me. Whatever obstacles ahead, let's face them together."

Haala was swept away in that comfortable arms, but was reluctant to reply even though the circle of Braheim's hands on her shoulders and waist felt tighter, because of various questions that began to tease. How can he feel so dirty by a man that half his life is in the heart, and how can he give his heart and body to a different man.

Haala wanted to curse the prophecy wrapped around Daxraj, but what power, destiny does not know humor. The contents in the mysterious book that Laasya found in the basement were not contrived contents. Then there was no reason for Daxraj to choose her over the fairy-like holy women who roamed around the over-fair tribal leader every day.

Yeah, no excuses. But Haala still struggled to find excuses, in order to keep the man she loved almost thirteen years in silence. Countless times have Haala intended to be selfish, forgetting the ingrained side of the hero in her. Haala took off Braheim's embrace, and with a downcast look eroded the smile on her charming face.

"There is a book that says that the world will perish, and that destruction can only be muted by the son of the wandering tribal leader and heir to the oath of allegiance Yusef Bahadir" Haala said.

"So that's the reason her confidence calls you her woman?"

Haala nodded in response to Braheim. "Hamba will still continue to find out the truth."

"Take me to the demon."

Haala shakes. "You'll only die if you meet him in this filthy state."

"What do you mean?"

"That place is very sacred, Your Majesty. In addition to not allowing the carrying of the relics of the dead, the place also refused anyone who deliberately dirty himself. There's one way to purify yourself, but it's no different than suicide" Haala said.

"Submerging in Baadal*."

Baadal* is one of the sacred lakes in Kumari Kandam. It is said that Baadal was guarded by a giant fish named Ghinauna. Those who soak in Baadal will be purified from the rest of human filth, the rest of the food and drink, or the poison that settles in the body. But Ghinauna is known to be unfriendly, so very few people can soak there.

Spontan Haala looked up. "I'll try to spit on the face of that maddening demon" added Bheim.

"No, Your Grace. Impossible to be accepted by Ghinauna."

Bheim hugged Haala. "Then if Ghinauna rejects me, it is the Almighty's plan to save the world from perdition."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"It turns out I was once that crazy." Bheim shook his head while holding back his laughter. "And you've given up once."

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please come back. Your condition is still unstable," cried the chief administrator of the southern 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.

Spontan Haala ran over to Braheim who was being chased by the head of the southern palace and several royal healers. Haala caught Braheim who almost fell down, assisted by everyone. There was something Braheim wanted to say, Haala could feel that through his gaze. But somehow Haala seemed to be unwilling to hear a word from those pale lips.

"Go, Commander," said Braheim.

Haala was silent, the corners of her eyes began to be flooded with tears.

"Queen Kumari Kandam has done what he must. So did I. Go awayl. Your destiny is to give a hero to the land of Kumari Kandam."

Haala was still silent, but her uncompromising tears were enough to give Braheim a reticence.

Braheim wiped away Haala's tears. "Let's unite in another life. Go awayl. I approve of you."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

Time had already shown at two in the morning, but the laughter and the sound of Goan Feni* glasses pitted against each other was still clearly heard in the party hall. Braheim also intends to return to accompany the guests. But in the middle of his journey, Braheim saw Vinder, his official adopted son was sitting on top of the bell tower of the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam. I don't know what Vinder is doing. Bheim was curious and decided to follow.

Goan Feni* is an alcoholic beverage produced only in Goa, India. Goan Feni is made from coconut sap or cashew apples and the alcohol content in each bottle reaches 43-45%.

When he arrived at the bell tower, Braheim did not say a word to Vinder. Bheim simply followed in which direction the golden-coloured eyes looked. But nothing strange. The sky of Kumari Kandam which was seen by Vinder seemed calm. Vinder stopped his activity looking up somehow, and changed to point his sharp gold eyes out the protector.

"He's good." Vinder points outside the protector.

"Who? Devil plagiarist?"

Spontaneous Vinder laughed in response to Braheim. "What makes it such a misstep?"

Bheim also looked outside the protector, although only a deep darkness was seen. "He conspired with Jihan Joozher to get rid of your mother. He asks Chhota's help* but Daxraj Natesh comes to expel him. Then after that he disappeared, and suddenly appeared by making Daxraj Natesh as a joke."

Chhota* or Faot is a half-human half-elf and half-bull.

"Basic is unclear." Vinder again points outside the protector. "What is Daxraj Natesh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You saw it too?"

Bheim. "I only see dark, and to me Daxraj Natesh's face is dark."

Vinder laughed again. "He's very persistent. I like it."

"What's he doing?"

"Smiling at me like a same-sex person" Vinder replied.

Brahim laughed. "Do you know what he's planning?"

"Yes. But I won't tell you." Vinder moved while stretching his body. "Surprise can't get leaked."

"Don't make Daxraj Natesh mess up heaven for not being able to resist the shame of seeing your defeat."

Vinder was silent for a moment. "Isn't the greatest combat force from the seven continents here? They can beat him, right?

"What?"

"From that, the sun. Get ladder. My legs are starting to cramp."

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"Yes Gods. Who's been meeting this late? Doesn't he have manners?"

CLAMPS

BRACKET

The middle-aged woman fell down, shortly after discovering who the guest was now standing before her. Her husband's. Nope. More precisely her late husband. Her beloved husband, who died eleven years ago, was in front of her with the last clothes she wore before being cremated. Slowly the blue-covered woman moved, approached her late husband with hesitant steps, and finally landed her touch next to the skinny man's cheek.

"Oh, Oh God. So is this really you?" The woman hugged her late husband. "You're alive. Yes, you're alive. This must be a gift from Lord Krpaya for the wedding of His Majesty Braheim and His Majesty Haala."

"Mother?"

The woman turned to her only puppet princess who had just appeared. "Guneets. Look, your dad's back. Come, Guneet. Hug Dad. Come on, son."

"Dad." Guneet hugged his father.

In contrast to the response of Guneet and his mother, other residents of Kumari Kandam who were also visited by his dead family even went up. They believe it's a plagiarist demon. They buried their family alive. Getting up from the grave is a joke. Who believes it means being made Lord Krpaya as a joke. A dead creature will not live again. If that were to happen, then there must be a perverse spell behind it.

"Bury it! Then flush the navel with Gandh*! Cursed is the plagiarist demon who has disturbed our family's rest!"

"Really! You fucking plagiarist devil! Wait for Lord Krpaya to kick your ass to hell!" Another man chimed in on his companion with a no less deafening cry.

Gandh* is a new weapon made by Kumari Kandam in the past, in the form of a mixture of salt and holy water. Salt is known to weaken the half-leech Gaana, and holy water has been used to drive out demons for hundreds of years. The reaction that would have arisen if Gandh had hit Gaana's body was a pain that slowly turned into a burning sensation.

And it is different from the response of the two men who are now busy digging burrows lahad, also the response of Guneet and the mother who is now busy preparing dinner for loved ones who eight years ago died. Some argue strongly after finding his long-dead family coming to see you at night. Some of them believe, but others carry the name Dewa Krpaya.

"It was a miracle because finally the throne of Queen Kumari Kandam found its owner!" A wife throws all the tools at her husband.

"Awakening will only happen when the trumpet is blown! If the resurrection happens now but you don't hear the sound of the trumpet, it means the devil is all around us! Be aware! Our son is dead!"

Kumari Kandam is starting to get messy. Lighting in each house that is usually new will be re-lit at four in the morning, now lights up much earlier. Makshi's mother, a kind-hearted girl from the Lagaam Continent, also woke up because of the light that was missed glare. Makshi's mother immediately moved when she found her eldest daughter was not beside her, and began to search out the house. Yet.

"Yes God. What'sthat?" Makshi's mother smothered her round mouth.

Seen outside the protector, a sea of pale-faced people stood pecking with blank gazes. Makshi's mother was even more surprised when she found that there was one person she knew in the crowd. Makshi's mother unconsciously stepped closer, but her steps immediately came to a halt when she saw the other person who was also walking out of the shield being strangled, thrown to the ground, and ended up being a stampede.

"Oh no. It's a disaster." Makshi's mother turned right and ran shouting, "Makshi. Where are you? Makshi. Please come back. Makshi."

"I told you, didn't I? If you don't let me join the party, then I'll get you out to join me at the other party." Sanjeev looked up at the chaotic atmosphere inside the protector he thought was so peaceful.