THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 127

It seems that Haala is busy training archery troops even with an increasingly enlarged stomach. What can I do. Because until today Haala still has not found a replacement for his late right hand, Aswin Nadeem. Even if now Aswin stood beside Haala even once, no one would be able to provide as perfect training as the heir to the oath of allegiance Yusef Bahadir. So inevitably Haala must endure two big responsibilities alone.

"Until when are you going to ask for additional time to commit such an unworthy act, Your Majesty?"

"I would not have done it if I had other options, Murat Iskender," Braheim replied.

"Of course you have other options, Your Majesty."

Bheim sighed. "really? If you're in the same position as me, you'll choose to meet him instead of peeking?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bheim took a breath again. "That's because you didn't feel her cold, piercing gaze."

"It's only natural that Her Majesty the Queen gives such a look. Anyone would be upset if they knew something about them not from the person who knows it best."

"Indeed, if you were in the same position as me, would you have told him the problem the other day? About the greedy waitress who stole the rest of her breakfast? I just thought it would be as sad as she would be."

"First, I will not want to be in the same position as you, Your Majesty. And lastly, Her Majesty the Queen was not a woman raised in a golden cage showered with gentleness but a woman wrought cries of blood to win every battle. So instead of weeping over a fallen leaf, he would stab the leaf with his sword."

Bheim looked at Murat. "What is poetry?"

Murat cleared his throat repeatedly before replying to Braheim. "You'd better hurry to see Her Majesty the Queen before the meeting room turns into a lunchroom, Your Majesty."

Bheim was silent, but he went from behind the wall and followed Murat's advice. Braheim's steps were very heavy, as if what he was now treading was a rusty expanse of nails. And somehow the distance that separated him from Haala felt very far, when it could be reached with only fifteen steps. The weirdness that Braheim felt was definitely due to extreme fear. Yes, Braheim was afraid to face Haala.

"Long live and blessed always, the month of Kumari Kandam."

Haala turned to the origin of the voice. "You shouldn't say hello."

"What's? You you? You just called me ka–"

"You. Yep. You didn't hear wrong" Haala interrupted Braheim.

"Ah, yes. That's not a problem." Braheim cleared his throat, "Instead, I want to apologize. Sorry for making you aware of the incident the other day."

Haala did not respond, not even blinking.

Bheim cleared his throat again, "I just don't want it to be a burden to you and affect your health condition as well as our son de–"

"Can you step aside?"

"What's? Di–"

"You're preventing me from monitoring them" Haala cut again.

But of course Braheim flinched. Bheim knew very well Haala was angry, but did not expect the anger. It had been three months since the greedy servant incident had passed, but Haala's anger was still faithfully trailing. Slowly Haala got up from the carcass of the giant tree that used to be the seat, then looked at Braheim with a still cold gaze, and walked away from Braheim. Bheim followed, but soon held back his second move.

How not? Haala suddenly pointed her arrow right at the heart of Braheim. Really, the ruler of Kumari Kandam was really going to die on the spot even though Haala deliberately made his shot miss. Haala mean. It is evident from the shadow bodyguards of Braheim who are now appearing. There's no reason for them to do that if their master's life isn't in danger, right?

"I'll step aside. Yep. Isn't that what you wanted? I'm going to step aside now. So put that down, my wife."

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Braheim and Haala's relationship was still tight yesterday. Like a worm that immediately hides when he sees the shadow of a magpie on the ground, that is the exact picture of the condition of Bheim and Haala. And of course Braheim became the worm here. Even so, Bheim and Haala remained asleep in the same bed, wearing matching clothes every day, and gave a peck of encouragement before separating into their respective workrooms.

Instead of worrying, the whole kingdom considers the relationship between Braheim and Haala to be even sweeter. But the harmony is only a momentary release, because the chaos that in fact they must welcome every day. Yes, Kumari Kandam is a mess, and it's getting messy because of Devraaj Narvinder. Rumors about Vinder eventually spread, making the hero of the war of destruction instantaneously become a mockery.

Five concubines accused of spreading the rumor were dragged before the Chief Investigator and interrogated almost every day. Then the worst chaos, the increasingly crazy dry season makes the higher officials give no less crazy proposals. They proposed that Braheim ask Vinder to open a sacred portal during the dry season to get water and anything that could suppress the death rate that continues to surge.

" … That is the only way most likely to do, Ya–"

"He's a wandering tribe leader, not an errand boy. And again, his duty is to distribute only healing potions, not draw water to wet your esophagus" Braheim told the Minister of Social Affairs.

The Minister of the Continent cleared his throat, "To be honest there is still a second proposal, Your Majesty."

"I knew. By opening the portal to Minciuna, right?" Sela Bheim again. "No matter how bad our condition is, does not the previous debt have to be repaid first if it intends to go back into debt?"

"Please forgive our shortcomings, The Mu–"

The words of the Minister in the Continent again paused for some times. But this time it was not Braheim but Murat. With a step in step Murat directly approached the giant table of the emergency room. No one asked, everyone including Braheim was compactly waiting for Murat to open his mouth. Without adjusting her irregular breathing, Murat said that Haala was rushed to the northern palace* because she had signs of giving birth.

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.

Spontaneous Brahim up. "Aren't we supposed to have four more days?"

"Tabib said such a thing happens often, Your Majesty."

"The problem is that he just said it now" Braheim told Murat.

A sea of humans seemed to fill along the corridor of the sixteen floor of the northern palace. They hurriedly gave their greetings as they bowed, as the figure of Braheim emerged from the end of the passage. Braheim stopped his wide steps right in front of the door, where he heard Haala's screams very clearly. It was the first time Braheim heard Haala scream, and inexplicably he felt sobbing that he began to sob.

Spontaneous Braheim turned to the origin of the voice, as well as everyone.

"Isn't that weird?" ask Vinder again while jumping out of the sacred portal. "The moon is fine. They're just too round."

"What?"

"I mean Nazzaha and Nazeeya. They're like pufferfish. You didn't know? A fish shaped like a big babol bubble?"

Braheim did not answer, but slowly began to smile. Then not long after, the door of the room was opened, revealing a healer and a servant who was holding two babies wrapped in ivory-white cloth.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Her Majesty the Queen gave birth to twin daughters." A female physician smiled very happily. "He was first."

"Welcome, my daughter."

"And he's second." The physician again handed the baby he was carrying very carefully to Braheim.

"Welcome, my daughter."

"He's Nazzaha, the mouth is spicy." Vinder pointed to the baby in Braheim's right hand. "He's Nazeeya, that doesn't make sense." Vinder pointed at the baby in his father's left hand.

"I think they like the name you gave them."

"Is it because they smile?" Vinder sighed as he passed by flipping through the crowd. "If you knew the meaning of that smile, the sun."

"I don't know."

"It's better than you filling an empty bed here." Vinder waved his hand without looking. "I'm leaving. Rodion Szilard is waiting for me for the barbeque."

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Long droughts are increasingly excited to tickle the sanity of those who are still loyal to cling to the faith. To this day, there are still many who choose to end their lives in the Mook Forest, and there are still many who bring their households to the court table. And more and more, a desperate group of thieves broke through small kingdoms to meet the demands of the stomach.

Unlike the situation outside the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam. The royal servants were as tormented as the effects of the war of destruction, but more tormented, tempting rumors that often led them to be dragged to the stage Tamaasha*. However, they are always brought to their knees by the temptation of rumors. And the rumor that is circulating right now is, what Vinder said on the day of the birth of his sisters.

Tamaasha* is a giant beheading tool often used to punish criminals.

"Having a daughter won't bring bad luck if it happens to a lowly like us. But on the contrary, it would really bring bad luck if it happened to a king."

The middle-aged man who served as the Head of the Garden Manager shook his head in response to his son. "That's destiny. They will be more cruel to those who believe."

"That's not what I meant, Dad. I'm talking about Prince Vinder. Everyone digested his words with the coming of trials more terrible than this drought."

"Be a carcass if you do not want to face the test of Lord Krpaya*."

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

"Oh come on, Dad. Why do you keep associating things with Lord Krpaya." The son of the Head of the Garden Manager paused his busy cutting the leaves of the rose. "My point is, we need to get out of Kumari Kandam like the others."

The Head of the Garden Manager also paused his busyness. "There's a loving King here, there's an invincible War Commander here, there's a war hero here. Then what's the reason I'm out of here?"

"Huh, you stubborn bastard. Look, I'm sure you'll regret it."

"While I regret it, I will die with my eyes closed because I have been given the opportunity to see this incredible sight every day." The Head of the Garden Manager pointed at something from a distance.

It turned out that something the Head of the Garden Manager had appointed was Braheim who was holding Nazzaha and Nazeeya. I don't know what the two black-haired and golden-eyed girls are saying, which Braheim can't stop laughing at. That's vivid. Who is the father who will not laugh in a debate with his daughters who can not even pronounce many letters correctly?

"What else did you see this time?"

Nazeeya only pointed at the passing butterfly.

"Ah, butterfly. You likey?" ask Brahim again.

"Can I ride it, Your Majesty?"

"I guess not. You need something much bigger than you to climb something."

"Sister Vinder?"

Brahim laughed again. "Yes. You can ride it."

"But it's been twenty-six hours and eleven minutes I haven't seen Brother Vinder."

Braheim turned to Nazzaha with a chuckle that continued to follow. "Don't wait for him. It'll only irritate you, my daughter."

"And if I'm already pissed off?"

Braheim kissed Nazzaha. "Then it's time to meet Her Majesty Mother."

"Yes." Yeah." Nazzaha and Nazeeya shouted in excitement.