THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 28

The breeze of the night that blew welcoming the eleventh day felt very calm. As calm as Braheim is now walking down a long hallway the size of an adult, towards a secret place known only to the rightful successor of the Kumari Kandam throne, which is appropriate, and who has a golden birthmark.

The door of the secret place opened along with the lighting that lit up by itself. Bheim paved his gaze to the wall, where hung paintings of the previous Kumari Kings of Kandam in sequence. After enjoying one by one the faces of his ancestors, Braheim's gaze turned to the hourglass at the table.

Bheim took the hourglass with the orange splinter, looked at it closely, shook it, and dropped his body on the only chair there. Before long, Braheim heard him breathing repeatedly before muttering the Videsh* language sentence very solemnly.

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

"He vaphaadaar thandee aatmaon, milane aana. Tumhaara maalik bula raha hai, shaasak Kumaaree Kandam ne pukaara."

T/N: O faithful cold souls, come. Your master called, the ruler of Kumari Kandam called.

"Give command to these cold souls, O blessed ruler of Kumari Kandam." The sound of two men sounding compact replied Braheim.

Bheim smiled in disbelief, finding the truth of the father's last message which turned out to be not just a soothing pleasantry. Two tall men in black robes and turban were now completely in the presence of Braheim. Composed gallantly, and with a gaze that seemed impatiently given orders.

It turns out that the name shadow is not just any name. Because the form of the two men is exactly like a shadow, untouched, faint, only black, black pheasant. Bheim surmised that the two men who had so far been perfectly rested before him were not human, considering that their skin was as pale as a corpse and had no shadow.

Bheim got up, walked around his two shadow guards. "Are you human?"

"No, Your Highness," replied two of Bheim's shadow bodyguards compactly.

Bheim. "Do you have a name?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Your form reminds me of a shitty guy. Could it be that you are from a wandering tribe?" ask Brahim again.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We swear on Khairiya Patralekha to protect the successor to the Kumari Kandam throne." The two shadow bodyguards of Braheim still answered simultaneously.

Bheim was silent for a moment. "Khairiya Patralekha? The first Queen Kumari Kandam?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bheim nodded back. "All right, just go ahead. I'll explain a little about my situation right now. I was being targeted by Gaana*, and by a woman who suddenly became my queen."

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

Brahim sat back in the chair. "Since Gaana hasn't launched a blatant attack yet, I'll rule it out. Now I want to focus on figuring out the false queen's plan" Braheim added.

"Give us an order, Your Majesty."

Braheim cleared his throat, "Is this a proper order or not, but do you want to replace me with him? Because it looks like the woman can no longer hold back. Every night he waited for me naked. I think he's crazy."

"We have no worldly passions, Your Majesty."

"Ah. That's how it looks," replied Braheim.

"But there's one way that could be a way out, Your Majesty." One of Braheim's shadow bodyguards casts a spell to bring something up.

Bheim received a bottle of potion from his bodyguard. "What's this?"

"That's the Romaans, Your Grace. A potion that can make someone see others like someone we love."

"Romaans can also change the form of others as similar as our loved ones," said another Bheim shadow bodyguard.

Bheim was still looking at the small bottle of potion he was holding, which, though small, turned out to have an unusually large use. A grand plan suddenly flashed through Braheim's mind. Braheim intends to use the herb to protect himself from women who do not deserve to conceive the successor to the Kumari Kandam throne.

"Can I get the Romaans whenever I want?"

"And as much as you want, Your Majesty." The two shadow bodyguards of Braheim again answered compactly.

Braheim rested his body on the back of the chair. "alright. Listen carefully to your first task. For now, keep giving Romaans to that fake queen. And someday if I have a concubine, give it to them."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty."

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Haala is hiding behind the southeastern palace walls*, lurking whatever Jihan, the milkman's adopted daughter who instantly becomes Queen Kumari Kandam. Haala's premonition said that Jihan most likely did something related to magic or something like that that was beyond the limits of human common sense.

*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*.

Because of her premonition that continues to get worse, Haala eventually follows wherever Jihan goes. Even unconsciously, it reached Braheim's bedroom. The trapped Haala decides to hide inside Braheim's wardrobe. Haala's heart began to pound, remembering future events, when she was forced to watch Braheim unwind with another woman.

Seen from the crack of the citrus-scented wardrobe, Jihan was humming happily while taking off one by one her jewelry and beautiful clothes. Haala's tears began to fall before each other, as the sound of Braheim's bedroom door opened. No need to ask who is coming. Who else if not the owner of the room as well as the land owner Kumari Kandam.

Spontaneous Jihan ran towards the entrance. "Your Majesty."

"My queen."

DEG!

"Your very beautiful queen is cold. Will you warm it?"

"By pleasure, my queen."

DEG! DEG!

"Oh my God, what's going on?" ask Haala in my heart.

Haala's heart was pounding more and more, not because of the passionate struggle that is now taking place right in front of his eyes, but because the man who is not Braheim who had been mentioned Jihan as Braheim. Haala blinked her eyes repeatedly, making sure that the man who was busy flirting with the sensitive parts of Jihan was indeed not Braheim.

"Could it? The romans? But how could His Majesty the King obtain it?" Haala still asked in her heart.

"Long life, da-"

"Continue on" Braheim interrupted the man.

"Who is he, Your Majesty? Your Friend? Does he also want to warm your queen who is cold? If you don't mind, neither do I." Jihan opened her legs wide.

Braheim only put on a disgusted face. "Is it really not a matter of servants doing it with Her Majesty the Queen, Your Majesty?"

"Yes. You will do it with my concubines later, too" Braheim replied to the man.

"But why, Your Majesty?"

"I will not allow the successor to the throne to be born from the womb of a woman who is still thirsty for worldly affairs." Brahim came out of his bedroom.

DEG! DEG! DEG!

"So it's true what Advisor Murat said back then" Haala murmured inwardly.

*FLASHBACK ON*

Haala was increasingly swept away in a painful reality, until someone stopped his heavy steps. Haala was still down, looking at the tip of the person's footwear as well as the tip of her footwear which was now rained with tears. A rough swipe that suddenly landed next to his shoulder spontaneously made Haala look up in surprise.

"Don't believe anything that crazy woman tells you."

Haala did not answer. "I will not allow the successor to the throne to be born from the womb of a woman who is still thirsty for worldly affairs. His Majesty the King once said that to me," Murat added.

"I don't think you should tell anyone, counselor."

Murat nodded in response to Haala. "Yes, you're right. I should have told Her Majesty the Queen. Perhaps his madness will be reduced. But I don't know. Sometimes I like to act without thinking."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

Haala still muttered, "Could it be that even in the future you don't do it with Her Majesty the Queen and the concubines, Your Majesty?"

The frenzied struggle that seemed to have no end made Haala tired, and fell asleep until dawn. It was only then that Jihan and the man she kept calling Bheim were still both groaning favorably on the abandoned bed. Haala decided to continue her sleep, just before her eyes caught Braheim's shadow bodyguard on the balcony.

"They? Wouldn't it be in the future for them to escort me to the King's secret place? Could they be sent by Daxraj from the future?"

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KKKEEEKKC.. KKKEEEKKC..

"I didn't think it was this easy to kill the strongest man in Kumari Kandam. I killed you the same way you did me in the future."

KKKEEEKKC.. KKKEEEKKC..

"But it's a pity. My future will change because the one that kills me, I kill first" Gaana said.

The sound of Gaana's laughter that passed happily, following the voice of a man who was struggling with giggles, compactly invited vultures to the Mook Forest. Daxraj, who had been busy finding out who the leader of the original wandering tribe was, accidentally found a way to kill Gaana.

It turned out so easy. It's just a matter of saying Gaana's real name in one breath. After her real name echoed, Gaana would get angry, and attack anything until her energy was drained. But unfortunately Gaana did not show any reaction even though Daxraj had called his real name repeatedly.

"Yes. That's my real name. But only Daxraj Natesh in the future can make it sound so painful."

"A-a-what's m-m-you mean?" ask Daxraj.

"alright. So as not to die curious. I'll be kind enough to tell you something." Gaana released her strangulation from Daxraj.

BRUK!

UHUK! UHUK! UHUK!

"I bowed down and begged to at least get my revenge done before I die, but you're fucking me."

Gaana turned around, looking at Daxraj. "Yes. You're. You're from a very strong future that it's impossible to get your skin scratched even if it's just a little."

"Whatchu mean? Can you see the future? Then is it true that the future will perish because Haala gave his heart to the wrong person?"

Gaana is back. "It's amazing, isn't it? I could touch that obnoxious book and even, change one of the contents inside."

"What's? So you changed it?"

"Also make you and everyone believe that what I change is the truth" Gaana replied.

"What's the real content?"

Gaana walked up to Daxraj who was lying limp on the ground saying, "Nikat bhavishy mein vinaash ka yuddh hoga. Well Raaja Kumaaree Kandam nahin hai jo yuddh ko rokenge, balki ghumantoo janajaati neta to putra aur Yuseph Bahaadir to prati nishtha kee shapath to uttaraadhikaaree hain."

"War of destruction is coming soon. It was not King Kumari Kandam who would stop the war, but rather the son of the wandering tribal leader and successor to Yusef Bahadir's oath of allegiance" Daxraj murmured.

"really so. That's the real content. I suppose enough. It's time to die, the leader of a very weak wandering tribe."

KKKEEEKKC.. KKKEEEKKC..

Daxraj's gaze began to whiten. His consciousness began to erode. The last thing that struck Daxraj's mind just before the life-seeking angel escorted him to meet the God was, the fact about the wandering tribe's ancestral prophecy engraved on his body that was merely a trash carving.

But Daxraj did not completely die in regret. Because before going to see Gaana, Daxraj had already sent a letter to Braheim containing a way to kill Gaana. And that's how Daxraj Natesh died. Died with a big secret about the contents of the original wandering tribe's ancestral prophecy.

BRUK!

Gaana walked towards the exit of the Mook Forest. "Now it's your turn, Braheim Bhaavesh."