THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 19

The faint sound of mouthfuls that were being engrossed in gossip became clearer as Haala's footsteps drew closer to the majestic stage of the death penalty. However, there are still quite a lot of locked mouths, which means there are still quite a lot of people who believe in Haala even though they do not have the slightest power to defend.

There were only a few steps left until Haala's head rolled on the damp ground of the town square, but the two guards stopped their steps and faced her northward, towards Jihan. As if he did not like to see Haala enjoy the cool weather that morning longer, Jihan spontaneously moved, intending to ask classic questions about the final message of the prospective dead.

"There is a healing potion that the servant left behind in the prison where the servant was held. Please give the potion to His Majesty the King."

"How can I trust you? Most likely it was not a healing potion but a deadly poison like the one you gave me and the concubines" Jihan replied to Haala.

"Then it is fortunate that the servant who will soon meet His Majesty the King in heaven."

Jihan chuckled, "Guard, cut him off."

The two bodyguards directly pushed Haala towards Tamaasha*, then violently tipped Haala's body over Tamaasha. A man acting as executor was ready to remove the restraining rope of Tamaasha, whenever the Queen Kumari Kandam nodded her head. And the restraining rope was removed. However, the giant glittering blade never touched Haala's neck.

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

Slowly Haala opened her eyes, and immediately saw Tamaasha who was only a short span of her neck. After being stunned for quite a while, Haala then turned her gaze around. It seemed that everyone was not moving, even the vultures that had been flying around Tamaasha. Time was clearly being forced to stop by something more cruel than it was.

Something that turned out to be a man from a wandering tribe. The above average man, Daxraj, was seen walking out of the crowd. I don't know since when Daxraj's appearance made Haala sigh in gratitude. Haala only feels as if it is safe if the figure of the man is too beautiful beserban black pengam it shows the trunk of his nose.

"Thank you."

"It is not enough just to say thank you" Daxraj told Haala.

Haala was silent for a moment. "I'll do. Whatever it is."

"Why is it now?" ask Daxraj.

"Because I just realized that there are really only two options to save this world from perdition."

"Which choice did you finally make?"

Haala was silent again. "Everything."

Daxraj did not reply, only slightly frowning his forehead. "Take me back to the time before I became the commander of the Kumari Kandam war, with a new status as your lover" Haala said.

"Love?"

Haala nodded in response to Daxraj. "Didn't you say you didn't want to get the heart and body of the woman who saw you as another man? That's why I'm gonna try to see you as yourself."

"I refuse."

"Why?" ask Haala.

"Because your heart wavers easily" replied Daxraj.

"Do you also have the ability to turn time into the present?"

Daxraj nodded in response to Haala. "Then if later you find my heart wavering, you just need to return me to the present, to the exact same situation as the present," Haala added.

There was no reply from Daxraj, but the frown on the man's overly handsome forehead slowly began to fade. There was a faint sound of foreign-language mantras being muttered by Daxraj, which slowly made the wind begin to blow roughly, until it was able to shift the time needle in the direction it should not, in a direction that either has the blessing of God or is not in it.

"Main apane jeevan to ek hajaar saal unakee aatma ko ateet mein vaapas bhejane to lie samarpit karata hoon, bhavishy to vinaash to yuddh ko rokane to prayaas mein."

T/N: I dedicate a thousand years of my life to sending his soul back to the past, in an attempt to stop the future war of destruction.

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The warm scorching sun that broke through the window of a room, made the occupant of the room slowly open his eyes. The occupant of the room, Haala, immediately jumped from the rocking chair because he felt unfamiliar with the atmosphere around. But Haala again dropped his body into the chair after finding the figure of the younger brother, Laasya, asleep soundly in bed.

"I think I'm really dead" Haala murmured as she held her neck.

Haala was supposed to be dead, but again Daxraj became her guardian angel. Haala remembered exactly where she should be. Not in the rocking chair creaking eerie, but rather on the majestic stage of Tamaasha. But it turns out that Daxraj approved Haala's pint even without saying a word. Haala goes back in time, when she was fourteen.

CLAMPS!

"You woke up early apparently."

Spontan Haala turned to the mother who had just entered Laasya's room. "Sleep again. You can't be exhausted" Haala's mother added.

Haala got up from the rocking chair. "Yes. I'll rest today."

Haala jerks. "I thought you forgot about it. You should try on your beautiful wedding dress" Haala's mother added.

"Ah, so she just sent me back but didn't agree if I was just her lover."

"Whatchu mean? The perfect advisor doesn't seem to be interested in a short-term relationship that's just a waste of time" Haala's mother replies.

"What's? Counselor? Wait, could it be that he is the Adviser of His Majesty the King?" ask Haala again.

"What do you mean? Of course he's an adviser to His Majesty the King. How many advisors do you think there are in Kumari Kandam who are as perfect as him? Handsome, intelligent, devout, and fond of doing good. It's such a lucky thing that she's willing to step into our family."

"Then where's the Murat Counselor?"

"Murat? Who is Murat?" Haala's mother asked back.

Haala ignored the mother's curious face, and opted out of Laasya's bedroom with half-run steps. Haala did not expect at all that her past would walk out of line. Haala also intends to meet Daxraj, but her steps are stopped when she finds the dining room of her residence which is controlled by people who should not exist.

A middle-aged couple who were none other than Haala's grandmother and grandfather who had clearly died from an illness, was now in front of him, doing their usual activities. The grandfather sat in one of the dining chairs, enjoying the most delicious Idli* in Kumari Kandam. While the grandmother, busy putting a variety of secret spices into a pot containing curry while continuing to nag.

*Idli* this idli shape resembles pancakes or similar to Indonesian-style serabi. Idli is made from fermented lentils and steamed rice and is usually eaten along with spicy vegetable curry*.

"Why stand there? Help prepare breakfast. Basic sluggish." Haala's grandmother clicked while tasting her homemade chicken curry.

Haala fell silent, feeling her heart now beating violently. "Why not hurry? Help your grandmother la-"

"Where is dad? Please don't tell me she's in Kumari Kingdom of Kandam" Haala told her mother.

"of course. Where else is it? Your father has just left to attend his coronation ceremony as the war commander of Kumari Kandam" Haala's mother replied.

"What?"

Haala's mother shook her head in response to Haala. "Why are you so weird today? Hurry and help your grandmother and deliver lunch to your father and Daxraj."

Haala resisted her desire to run out of the house to be able to meet Daxraj as soon as possible and asked for his explanation of the impossibility that is happening at this time. But Haala paused that waiting for lunch was more appropriate than making a fuss like a demon-possessed girl just after waking up from her sleep.

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After an hour-long journey in a royal horse-drawn carriage sent by Daxraj, Haala arrived in the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam. Upon arrival, Haala was immediately greeted by an authoritative-looking Daxraj in an advisory outfit. Instead of being swept away in Daxraj's outrageous good looks, Haala immediately vented the anger that he had been holding half dead from the morning.

"What are you doing? You changed everything. This isn't my past."

Daxraj did not answer. "You not only removed the position of Advisor Murat but also revived my family who had obviously died eleven years ago? Does that make sense?" haala.

"What strange book have you read this time?" daxraj asked while taking over the medium-sized parcel that Haala had brought.

"What?"

"I don't understand a single word of yours at all so I think everything you say must have come from a strange book you read a lot" Daxraj replied.

"Nobody's here so stop pretending."

"You asked for it." Daxraj suddenly grabbed Haala by the hand.

Haala's face turned red, not because of the touch of Daxraj's warm hand that devoured her entire hand, but because of the sight of everyone who was now fixed on them. Haala repeatedly asks Daxraj to let go of her hand, but Daxraj seems indifferent and even more eager to show off his affection in front of the audience who began to misbehave.

"Take me off."

Daxraj smiled in response to Haala. "Why? Aren't you the one who asked me to stop pretending?"

"So you're the one who made everyone ignore me?"

DEG!

Spontaneous Daxraj turned his head, and bowed to Braheim. "Long live, and be bound always, the sun of Kumari Kandam."

Bheim glanced at Haala who was now sculpting. "Are you ignoring me too?"

DEG! DEG!

"Punished for the presumptive wife of the servant, Your Majesty. Haala, say hello." Daxraj pulls Haala's hand, asking her to bow.

DEG! DEG! DEG!