THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 24

BRUK!

Haala fell down shortly after Daxraj's figure disappeared from behind the portal set in the morning. Haala hoped that what had just happened was just a dream or hallucination just because her mental state was already very exhausted, but unfortunately all was real. No matter how hard Haala refused, everything that had just happened, was completely real.

Unsolved riddles about Gaana* and the original wandering tribe leader, now a new puzzle has emerged that is many times more strange. Feeling very sick to guess, Haala decided to run away from Braheim's bedroom in order to meet Daxraj in the southeast palace as soon as possible*.

*Gaana* the saint-soul-eating creatures living in Mook* Forest*.

*the southeastern palace* is often called the queen's palace because all of the queen's daily duties take place here. In addition, the southeastern palace is also the residence of people with high status such as the king's advisor, minister, war commander, chief investigator, as well as guests from outside Kumari Kandam*.

But it was futile to meet Daxraj and flocked him to this question, for Daxraj was only silent while showing off the big question mark wrinkle on his incredibly handsome face. Haala fell back down, sighed desperately, and expelled her sanity in order to cool her seething brain even for half a second.

"Who are you really?" ask Haala to Daxraj.

"What do you mean?"

"Now you're in front of me, but a few minutes ago you came out of a future portal. How come?" ask Haala again.

"I think you're devastated that our marriage was annulled. Wait here, I'll ask for a tranquilizing potion on the royal healer. To make it faster I'd better use the basement."

"The underground chamber. Right, the basement. Why not think about me? There must be a hint there," Haala interrupted as she moved vigorously from the floor.

"What ma-"

"Don't talk to me until I know who you really are. I will not hesitate to slash your head with my ancestral sword if it is proven that all this time you are just playing a show" Haala interrupted again.

Haala's heart was pounding very fast, as fast as the horse she was riding at the moment. Haala was very confident that she would find clues in the basement that Laasya had found in the future. The basement contains an abundance of treasure located beneath the mother's pumpkin garden, which unfortunately was still a stables in the past.

Haala jumped off the horse, and started looking for the entrance to the basement. After making a dozen horses belonging to the compact grandfather snorting in annoyance, Haala finally found the mysterious door that had been sought. Without wasting any more time, Haala immediately jumped in after previously lighting up.

"It looks like only this basement hasn't changed. Thank goodness," Haala said in her heart.

After being satisfied with thanking God, Haala immediately stepped quickly towards the bookcase. Haala sharpened her gaze, looking for a book covered in animal skin. And it didn't take long, the thickest book in Videsh* contains a prophecy of a wandering tribe that Laasya found in the future is now in Haala's grasp.

*Videsh* is a kumari kandam language used by early ancestors. No longer used in the present because it is too complicated*.

Haala immediately opened the page where the prophecy of the wandering tribe was written, and nothing changed. The book is still the same. Despite the difficulty of translating, Haala insists on starting from the first twenty-three pages, which tell the story of the first Queen Kumari Kandam who turned out to be from a nomadic tribe.

Haala started reading. "Khairiya Patralekha breaking custom ... Traveling tribes may only marry fellow tribes ... His power was withdrawn ... He's no longer part of the wandering tribe, forever."

"It's true."

Spontaneous Haala turned to the origin of the voice. "What's wrong is, how did you get into someone's house without permission?" murat.

"This, your house?"

"so. Even though it's on top of your house" Murat replied.

"So all these treasures, including this book are also yours?"

Murat walked over to Haala. "Whose other?"

"Where did you get this book?"

Murat checked the book Haala was reading. "Eitherway. I forgot because it was so long ago. Than that, thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Because I saved my sister" Murat replied.

Haala was silent, looking thoughtful. "Daughter of dairy farmers. He is my brother" Murat added.

"Ah, I think she's your lover. You should always protect her."

Murat chuckled, "No man will ever want to make a mad woman seem like a lover."

Spontaneous Haala smiled. "In the future you will call Her Majesty the Queen a mad woman."

"What's? The future? Your Majesty the Queen?"

Haala shakes. "It's nothing. Than that, can I borrow this book?"

"I don't mind if you don't believe me, but the book can only be read here. Everything written in it will instantly disappear if it is exposed to the sun."

"Ah, I understand. Then may I come again to read this book?" ask Haala in doubt.

"Didn't you come in secret? I don't think you need my permission."

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GECK.. GECK.. GECK..

"Advisor? You're in there?"

There was no answer from inside the basement which in the past turned out to be the residence of Murat Iskender. Haala decided to enter the room quietly. Haala was surprised because his arrival was immediately greeted by various weapons scattered along the stairs, such as the atmosphere of the house that had just been satronized by robbers.

But in an instant the shock of Haala vanished. Seen in the corner of the room, precisely on a shabbily rug, Murat was sleeping with two women who curled up on the right and left without wearing a single piece of clothing. Haala ignored the indecent sight before her, and refocused on her goal.

Haala opened the third page that she would translate. It is still about the story of the first Queen Kumari Kandam, Khairiya Patralekha, who turned out to be from a wandering tribe. Khairiya falls in love with the first King Kumari of Kandam. Because the nomadic tribe custom forbade marriage to ordinary humans, Khairiya was expelled and her power revoked.

Haala started reading. "When the successor of the first King Kumari Kandam was born, it was also the prophecy of the wandering tribe that was echoed. Beware you, our grandchildren, of his deceit. And know one thing. He didn't manage to control anything."

SREK'S!

Haala turned the next page. "He died of his own revenge. Revenge on an innocent baby who was only twenty-four days old."

SREK'S!

"Beware of you our grandchildren, when the night Shukravaar* arrives. Because in that night He will be more perverted" Haala murmured, turning the fifth page.

*Shukravaar* is Friday*.

"When did you come?" murat asked Haala while yawning.

Murat grabbed the cloth, then moved closer to Haala. "I read this book only in the story section of the wandering tribe leader. He's a big tall man. Black swede. Has a different eyeball color, and rides a giant lion."

"The color of his eyeballs is no different."

Spontan Murat turned to Haala. "What?"

Haala shakes. "It's nothing. I think that's enough for today. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Wait a minute."

"Why?"

Murat pointed at the ceiling of the basement. "You didn't hear? Your father's in the stable."

"Where do you know?" ask Haala again.

"It's Shukravaar night. Your father is preparing to patrol the Mook Forest."

Haala looked surprised. What Murat said came along with the contents of the last page of the book he had just translated. The father who was patrolling only on the night of Shukravaar, and who knows who will get lost on the night of Shukravaar, inexplicably bothers Haala very much, because it feels like a connection.

Haala intends to follow her father without making Murat suspicious, by waiting until the father leaves as Murat proposed. Only then will Haala prove himself true or not prejudice about the father. And the very moment that awaited arrived. Haala desperately followed her father who was entering the Mook Forest.

But when Haala had arrived at the entrance of Mook Forest, the father who was clearly leading the way, disappeared. And if only the father had not shown up, Haala Anandmayee, the future Kumari Kandam war commander, would have been, I will not hesitate to go further into the forest that has taken the future of his sister and queen.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Dad shouldn't be here either" Haala replied to her father.

Haala's father shook his head. "Dad was destined to be here even to death."

"What do you mean, dad?"

"Go back. Father has nothing more to exchange," replied Haala's father.

"I don't understand. Exchanged? What did you exchange and for what?"

Haala's father walked over to Haala. "The father who wounded Laasya and your friend. Keep thinking like that as long as you promise to stay away from this forest forever."

"What aye-"

BUGS!

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Haala woke up with pain all over her body. Although faint, Haala still remembered her last conversation with her father before finally falling off the horse. Haala thought hard about what made her unconscious that night, and about how she was locked up in the master bedroom of Kumari Kandam.

Haala looked at the magnificent silk-stained bed while fantasizing. If only there had been no prophecy of the wandering tribe. If only Braheim had the birthmark of a wandering tribe leader. And had the queen's throne been truly destined for her, Haala would not have felt guilty for waking up in a bed that did not belong to Daxraj.

Haala moved, about to meet Braheim in her room. But Haala was surprised when she found the foreign sleeping clothes she was wearing. The old-fashioned nightgown with rare pearl trinkets on the neck clearly belonged to the woman who was most likely the late Queen Kumari of Kandam, Mother Braheim.

"You fit in that dress."

Spontaneous Haala turned to the origin of the voice. "While I want to, it is not I who put it on" Braheim added.

"How can I be here?"

Braheim sat on the edge of the bed. "As usual I couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk. That's when I saw you go into the woods. I caught up with you but you've passed out."

"What about my father?"

"I thought you went into the woods alone. Because there is no one but you there" replied Brahim.

Haala was silent, looking surprised. "From that, do you want to marry me to the point of committing suicide by giving your soul to Gaana*?"

*Gaana* the saint-soul-eating creatures living in Mook* Forest*.

"You know about Gaana?" ask Haala.

"Very well know."

"Could it be him who hurt sister and Ya-, ah no. Brother and friend of the servant?" ask Haala again.

"I guess not. Just like Ghinauna*, those who have seen the original form of Gaana must die. Isn't your sister still alive?"

*Ghinauna*giant fish guard Lake Baadal*.

Haala simply nodded in response to Braheim. It seemed that Haala was thinking about something very seriously. How not, Haala who was previously steady label Gaana as a suspect must now remove the label and attach it to the right suspect, who knows who and where. Even so Haala remains convinced that it is Gaanalah who is behind this pettiness.

Bheim. "The target is me, so there's no need to worry."

"What do you mean?"

Bheim sighed. "Somehow it started, the obvious target was me."

"Where do you know?"

"He kept coming to me in a dream. He said he was devising an extraordinary plan to give me the most terrible death" Brahrim replied.

"Maybe in the future you already know about Gaana?"

Bheim looked at Haala. "Given that I love to hide secrets, maybe."

Again new changes are revealed, overlapping the old changes that are still not clear common thread. Haala hopes that in the future Gaana will die at the hands of Daxraj who proved to be the leader of the wandering tribe. But damn, Haala's premonition said another. It seems that the real antagonist in the past is not Queen Kumari Kandam but the guardian of Mook Forest, Gaana.

Bheim approaches Haala. "I told you not to worry. I'm trying to starve Gaana."

"What's your plan?"

"I'm planning on making an early marriage law. That way the holy souls that are Gaana food will be reduced immediately. Therefore, be an example for the law that I will inaugurate. Be my Queen, Haala," said Braheim as he took both hands of Haala.

Haala was silent for quite a while. "Puni servant, Your Majesty. Until the servant knows who the original wanderer tribe leader is, the servant will marry no one."