THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 114

Seen Jihan is singing a love song, while watering various herbs owned by the late lover. Jihan looked happy, as well as the plants she had been taking care of for the past few days. But the happiness was paused for a moment, because Jihan had a guest. I don't know who the guest whose shadow is visible from the door slit, who is definitely not Murat. For the Murat that Jihan knew was not only a dark criminal*in but also did not know how to meet.

CLAMPS

"Ah."

"Good night, Princess." The Chief Warden bowed to Jihan.

"The letter that told you?"

"No, Princess. There's a prisoner."

Spontaneous Jihan turned around, about to ask which other madman was involved with her. But the Chief Warden silenced the lips without a pulse, making Jihan not only able to ask but also breathe. Jihan tries to break away, but the Chief Warden instead becomes so, thinking that it is part of their hot game. Jihan threatened to kill the Chief Warden if she dared to approach but the milky-white man took off his clothes one by one.

"By God I'll kill you!" exclaim Jihan.

"Oh, Princess. You're driving me crazy. Looks like it's gonna be our most perfect game."

Jihan ran into the garden and picked up the shovel. "I'm really well trained to use this. Come closer if you're really tired of living. And make love to Sannidhi Hessa in hell."

"Hamba's coming, Princess." The Chief Investigator ran over after taking off his last clothes.

"For Tu–"

CLAMPS

Seen as Faakhir Samama, Firdos' younger brother Shyamali appeared at the mouth of the door. The fresh aroma of herbal plants is instantly replaced by Goan Feni*. Faakhir began to fumble, making the very ardent Chief Warden upset and intending to kick Faakhir out. But unexpectedly Faakhir was superior in martial arts and the Chief Warden was instead kicked out. Faakhir looked up to see the Chief Warden become a spectacle of the population. After settling his face against the window, Faakhir attacked Jihan.

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%.

"Avantony." Faudal suddenly rushed to embrace Jihan.

"What's? Wh who? The avantika? Hey, let go of me."

"Why are you lying to me?" Faakhir took off his embrace and looked at Jihan. "If you don't love me why would you say otherwise? Wh why? You need money? Then tell me you need money. I'll find it for you, Avantika."

"Brothers are similar. Even his stupidity looks like de–"

"You like Firdoos? If you like Firdoos why are you telling me love? You should have gone to the navel there." Faakhir pointed in any direction.

Jihan quiet. Not because of jealousy with the woman named Avantika but because she began to be entertained with rachorate Faakhir.

"You said I was good at making love and you liked it. But why then did you say you didn't love me? Isn't what you're supposed to say a wedding? It's very hard," added Faakhir.

Spontaneous Jihan wiped away Faakhir's tears, but the tears were dripping even more. Jihan was quite surprised, because it was the first time she saw a man crying. Especially because of crying over the wrong woman.

"Avantics. You're back." Faakhir kissed the back of Jihan's hand repeatedly.

Jihan hurriedly pulled her hand. "Go home."

"Why? Brought atmosphere?"

Spontaneous Jihan turned to look at Faakhir who was now walking into the kitchen without the slightest staggering step. "You? So all that just happened was a charade?"

Faakhir rubbed the remaining water rough in his mouth. "I'm a former traveling theater performer."

"What's? Me? You're talking disrespectfully to me?"

"Oh, come on, it's exhausting. After all, there are only two of us here," Faulti replied as she left the kitchen.

"I was passing by and accidentally heard the screams of the woman who wanted to kill. I can't believe you like to play games before you make love."

Jihan sighed. "Go home."

"Would you try it with me?" Faakhir pointed outside, where the Chief Warden was seen returning to his house, with clothes he had somehow gotten from nowhere. "He won't leave as long as he knows you're alone here. I have to spend the night here. But you need to know, I never go through the night without making love."

"It turns out you guys don't look alike." Jihan started to disarm Saree.

Saree* or shari is a type of fabric used by women in India, Bangladesh, Nepal, and Sri Lanka. Saree or shari consists of unsewn sheets of fabric, the variations vary with a length of 4-9 meters worn on the body with a variety of styles.

Faakhir took off his clothes. "Want to continue your game?"

Jihan just laughed in response to Faakhir. Now Jihan is naked, in contrast to Faakhir who deliberately left her undergarments. Jihan sat down at the dining table, and slowly opened her legs wide. Of course Faakhir accepted the tempting invitation, and led the game. The Chief Warden who witnessed the heat struggle also heated up. For whatever reason, the Chief Warden has arrived in the crown, making him think even a lowly servant does not matter.

"Damn it!" The Chief Warden kicked at the door of Jihan's house before leaving with half-running steps.

Meanwhile Jihan and Faakhir were still there, in the kitchen. The two unceasingly shoulder to shoulder brought each other to nirvana. For Jihan it was the greatest lovemaking experience, because there is a sense in every touch of the Faakhir. I don't know what the right name for the taste, which surely Jihan also felt when fused with Firdoos. Countless times had Firdos' face appeared in his shadow. Jihan did not care, all she wanted at this time was the dawn that came too late.

"One more thing you need to know."

Jihan didn't answer, couldn't even hear anything. Because really, Jihan's consciousness had been completely stolen by something extraordinarily wild down there.

"I've never had sex with a woman who didn't make me curious" Faakhir added.

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The weather in Kumari Kandam suddenly turned increasingly strange. The usual heavy rain fell throughout the day, suddenly disappeared and replaced by extreme blazing, then replaced again by a p*ting pickaxe, and lastly, a blizzard. Weird, right? Snow in Kumari Kandam? Even though geographically blind, everyone must at least know Kumari Kandam even the seven continents only have rain and drought.

Honestly not that weird. For those in the know, such an oddity would not end up being a serious problem if it was dealt with immediately. Braheim only had to send one of his men to give Mausam* a letter of gold stamped*. Yes, Mausam. The weirdness was obviously caused by Mausam. In the reign of King Khair*, such an oddity often occurs even twice a day.

Mausam* is a weather and season controller.

Khair* or more completely Khair Bhaavesh Elhasiq is the father of Braheim.

Mausam must be fighting right now. They often disagree on many things. The problem is that currently the entourage of King Jvaala, King Lagaam, King Shushk and King Padachihn is crossing the sea of Kumari Kandam. It does not matter if the weather changes from rain to blazing, but it will obviously be a problem if it has changed into a p*ting wind or snowstorm.

Changing each weather takes a lot of time. At this time the fourth ship of the king was forced to stop, because the wind p*ting the pickaxe was like being pointed at them. There's no way out. The harbor guard soldiers knew of it so they did not hesitate to release a white sign into the air, a sign that reported in the event of an emergency situation around the Kumari Kandam sea.

"If rain or scorching does not come to drive him away soon, we will all die" muttered King Padachihn.

King Jvaala shook his head. "Contact you. At least we're not among those who kill themselves because they want to."

"Yes Gods. Save at least our families and all our people." The voice of King Lagaam was barely heard.

"God's help is real. Keep praying in your heart. Rest assured of God's help" cried King Shushk.

But in the midst of all the people who had surrendered to their Lord, the shadow guard of the four kings along with Birousk and Zerdad suddenly gathered in the opposite direction to the coming wind p*ting pickaxe. Everyone turned around, and looked at the sacred portal that was slowly opening. Not long after, there appeared a boy about ten years old.

"Greetings to you, protector of the eight continents, O the strongest shield of the universe, O conqueror of the war of destruction" said the shadow guard of the four kings together.

The boy, Vinder, only looked alternately at the shadow guard of the four kings, Birousk, Zerdad, and towards the wind p*ting the pickaxe. Vinder is still busy combing his hair with his favorite comb, even though he knows everyone is stunned and horrified. And when the wind p*ting the pickaxe was about to devour the king's fourth ship, Vinder suddenly pointed at the wind.

"Sleep."

As if obeying Vinder's orders, the wind p*ting the pickaxe slowly began to shrink. And the blizzard and the blizzard, it was all gone. The weather at six in the afternoon was back to normal, although the heavy rain was eternal because it could only be stopped by King Kumari Kandam. Everyone thanked Vinder, but Vinder ignored him and turned to enter the portal after throwing his comb.

"Birosuk Zarar, Zerdad Aalam, come in. And get my comb," added Vinder.