THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 116

"Hamba rejects all charges leveled at the servant, Your Majesty."

Bheim is silent, confused what to respond to the confession of Ejlaal Awlya, the only son of Sanjeev Rajak. The problem was that the prosecution and defense witnesses were empty, so there was no reason for Braheim to continue the trial. If only one person had filled one of the seats, regardless of the seat of the prosecution witness or the defense witness, at least Braheim could have made the decision between suspending Ejlaal's sentence, or sending him back to the cell, and or, send it to Tamaasha*.

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

And in the midst of the seriousness of Braheim seeking a way out, the people present as spectators in the courtroom courtyard again rowdy. It turned out that Princess Gaurika Chander of Narak* was the one who triggered the uproar. The atmosphere was even more rowdy, when Princess Gaurika unhesitatingly chose to sit on the witness defense chair. And the noise doesn't stop there. Haala who suddenly came out of the sacred portal and is now on the way to the courtroom was increasingly making noise like the peak of the war.

Narak* kingdom is the kingdom of the greatest war weapons maker.

"Long live, and blessed always, is the sun of Kumari Kandam." Haala bowed to Braheim, and sat not far from Princess Gaurika.

"Saree* is beautiful. That suits you perfectly."

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.

Murat cleared his throat in response to Braheim who seemed very blatantly talking about Haala.

"I mean you two. Yes, it's a Saree that suits both of you, "Braheim added as he cleared his throat. "Yes, mmm, so, let's continue the hearing today." Braheim turned to Ejlaal. "Please repeat your confession."

Ejlaal bowed to Braheim. "Hamba rejects all charges leveled at the servant, Your Majesty."

"There's rebuttal?" Bheim only turned to Princess Gaurika, not without reason. The focus will really melt if you see the defense witness next to the princess.

Princess Gaurika. "Regardless of the charges, I believe Ejlaal Awlya is innocent, Your Majesty."

"You know him?"

"No but I know his late mother, Awlya Syreeta. He was a native of Narak. And also, servant teacher. Truly a very good man, Your Majesty," replied Princess Gaurika.

"You mean his late mother was a Jyostishee*?"

Jyostishee*a future fortune teller who comes from Narak region.

"Yes, Your Majesty. He is the greatest. Unlike the ability that Jyostishee has in general who can only see the future through the eyes, he can also see it from the footprints." Princess Gaurika turned to Ejlaal. "And most likely he inherited that rare ability, Your Majesty."

Bheim just nodded while looking at Ejlaal who had lowered his head to play the rope wrapped around his hands tied in front. Slowly but surely, the tangled red thread began to unravel.

"Therefore I beg you to consider his punishment, Your Majesty," added Princess Gaurika.

"I'll consider." Braheim turned his head to Haala, hesitating. "Then what about you?" braheim asked at last, having cleared his throat repeatedly.

"Hamba is also sure he did not give the confession to evade, Your Majesty. A good person cannot do that …."

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Aswin, replace me for a second. I have to go see the healer." Haala handed her bow to Aswin.

"Thank God you've finally succumbed to your headaches, Commander."

"Yes. I'll only make it hard for you if I force you to survive more than this. Then I'll leave it to you."

"According to your orders, Commander," replied Aswin.

Haala rushed to the northern palace* to meet the royal physician, Sanjeev Rajak. When he arrived there Haala had to wait his turn, because today is being conducted a health exam on a new royal servant. After waiting for about eleven minutes, it was Haala's turn. Haala runs into Ejlaal who just came out of Sanjeev's room. Haala invited Ejlaal to pass first, but Ejlaal looked at Haala, and suddenly introduced himself.

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.

"It's an honor to meet you in person, Commander."

"Ah, yes. Thank you" Haala replied.

"Hamba hopes to join Kumari Kandam's fighting force."

Haala nodded. "You will succeed if you mean it."

"Hamba will remember, Commander. Rather than that, do you also have headaches?"

"Where do you know?" Haala asked back.

"From Mr. Physician. He said that there are a lot of people complaining about headaches lately. Including the servant."

"Ah, so great."

"The powerful headache medicine is in a brown bottle. If you are given the medicine with a black bottle, you should drink it in the bedroom of His Majesty the King."

"What ma–"

"I'm sorry but I have to go, Commander."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

" … At that time the servant had not realized that he had saved the servant. Because it turns out that the drug in the black bottle is not a cure for headaches but a drug to increase the sensation."

"Ah, then it's true what he said. You must drink it in my bedroom" said Braheim.

Murat cleared his throat again, beating very hard. Even the seven kings who sat in rows filling the guest seats in the corner of the courtroom would not hesitate to let go of their laughter if they were not wearing a crown on the head.

"Therefore the servant also begs you to consider his punishment, Your Majesty,"

Braheim was unceasingly cleared his throat, "Yes, alright, yes. I'll consider." Bheim looked again at Ejlaal. "So, Ejlaal Awlya, there are four questions for you. Answer carefully, for your life and death depend on that answer."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

"Is it true that you have such a rare ability as Princess Gaurika Chander said?"

"Then what were you doing in Buraee Village at that time regarding what do you see in the future?" ask Brahim again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"And what do you see?"

"The most terrible mass awakening, Your Grace. The problem this time will not be solved only with the help of Dhoosar*. And worse, not only the bones that he could raise but also the remains of cremated ashes and the remains of his victims."

Dhoosar* is a river that has been used for hundreds of years as a special burial place for people who contribute to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam.

Again. The crowd was again heard from the courtroom courtyard. There was a mass revival that was far more terrifying than the other day? And again, there's no way to handle it?

"Who are you siding with, Ejlaal Awlya? To Kumari Kandam or, your father?"

"Hamba was only on the side of the late servant Mother, Your Majesty," replied Ejlaal steadily.

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The trial of Ejlaal Awlya has been postponed and will continue for a week. In addition to considering the request of Princess Gaurika and Haala, Braheim also had his own considerations. Ejlaal is indeed impressed full of mystery, but Braheim's doubts during dealing with Ejlaal can not be missed. There's something to be encouraged if doubts are already looming, right?

Regardless of whatever the intention of the doubt loomed over Breheim, there was something strange about everyone in that courtroom. They were seen coming out in a hurry, and held off Braheim and Haala with indistinct chatter. Until finally, only Braheim and Haala remained in the courtroom. It turned out that the purpose of the unclear chat was to give time to both Braheim and Haala. So sweet.

This was the first time that Braheim and Haala felt awkward, and the awkwardness between the two became even more so when they suddenly recalled the ambiguous congratulations from Ejlaal. It is not certain who will marry whom. It's just that there's some kind of strong belief. They were the bride Ejlaal meant to be. Right, no more wrong. Whether now or later, Braheim and Haala will become a couple.

"Are you going to come back right away?"

"Not if you ask the servant to enjoy lunch together, Your Majesty," Haala replied.

"Are you teasing me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. For the sake of being able to enjoy a delicious lunch."

Bheim laughing. "I thought about spending time with me."

"Spending time with you won't be enough at lunchtime alone, Your Majesty."

"really. It's dangerous for your mouth to tease."

Haala laughed.

"You're so pretty today. I really like to see you while wearing a Saree" Braheim added.

"The servant will wear it from today, Your Majesty."

Spontaneous Braheim stopped his steps, even Haala. Because the meaning of Haala's words is very clear. Wearing a Saree meant storing armor, storing armor meant giving up the badge of War Commander Kumari Kandam, and no longer being a War Commander meant that she would only be an ordinary woman.

"I hope this time we can really unite."

Haala smiled as she extended her hand to Braheim. "If not, isn't there still another life, Your Majesty?"

Bheim smiled, and slowly grabbed Haala's hand. "Yes. Just like this makes me happy."

While Bheim and Haala miss each other, Kumari Kandam's main kitchen is being judged by time. In order to serve the most delicious cuisine for Braheim and Haala, the seven kings ordered their cooks to participate in the overcast afternoon date.

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"Where's my lunch?"

Aryesh undoes his intention of devouring a large piece of yam and shows it to Vinder. "Do you like this?"

"I asked where my lunch was."

"Oh come on, Vinder. Why do you ask for food that you'll eventually just leave covered in mushrooms? Stop throwing your mother's lunch and just play with Balavaan*. Don't you like just playing?"

Balavaan*one of three supernatural creatures pet Daxraj Natesh who shaped a giant lion.

"I didn't see it."

Aryesh spouts the yam skin into the ground. "Who? Balavaan or your mother?"

"The woman."

"Your mother went outside the portal to be a witness to Ejlaal Awlya's defense" said Aryesh lazily.

Vinder out of the tent. "I'm leaving."

"Don't bother your mother. Let him breathe a little out there." Aryesh took a breath. "I suggest you just throw him out if you'll only treat him badly for life."

Slowly, the ground inside the sacred portal trembled. Balavaan and his friends who were lazing under the trees began to move together and put up horses. No. gabe. The friendly vibration that began to be unfriendly was not caused by Sanjeev Rajak who is currently near the sacred portal but because of the axis of patience Vinder who finally managed to be ignited by anger.

Spontaneous Aryesh swallows the yam with his skin, and moves on from his seat followed by Birousk and Zerdad.

"Daxraj Natesh asked to be fed by the woman, which is why I left her covered in mushrooms! And what did you say? What I like is just playing?" Vinder pointed to Balavaan and his friends. "If you can feel what they're feeling, you won't even have time to peel that yam skin! I am entertaining them! Because they're still mourning the death of half our tribe!"

The unfriendly vibration began to mix up all the tools in the tent.

Vinder still continued his missed call. "And who treated that woman badly? You saying? It was the woman who treated me badly! He only thinks of me and continues to sacrifice his happiness! You think I'm happy with that?"

"Hey, thief. How can you call your mother that woman? Looks like Daxraj Natesh had an affair with Jihan Joozher."

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