THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 2

The ringing sound of jewelry, the heavy hunting breath, and the ambiguous groans were a substitute for Haala's nightmares from two months ago. The threat from Jihan made Haala steady to choose to tear his own heart out of spitting on the face of his ancestors who to this day are still in the arms of Kumari Kandam.

Haala always launched her action on the eleventh night, the night on which Braheim would visit her harem for the purpose of which it was of course to release the spirit. Bheim always spread hospitality to all concubines before disappearing from behind the door of a room in which two women like angels who seemed to forget how to use Saree* properly.

*S***** or shari is a type of fabric that women wear 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.

Initially Haala only used her ears to meet Jihan's demand, because that alone was enough to make the sun overwhelmed dry wet on both cheeks. But Queen Kumari Kandam was awarded a lot of bad habits. Not only is it never absent to demean people and throw things, the queen is also difficult to feel satisfied.

“The concubines asked permission to wash the body of His Majesty the King, but He refused.”

Jihan clicked in response to Haala. “Low women base. Of course Braheim rejected it because only I was allowed to do that. How many jewels did Braheim give them?”

“Hamba not sure. I just heard some jewelry falling on the floor.”

Jihan stopped the waitress who was coloring her fingernails. “Heard? Wait, you mean all the reports you've been telling me all this time aren't the result of your eyes but your ears, are you?”

“Ampuni servant, Your Majesty. It is too risky to do reconnaissance from a closer distance da-“

PRANGS!

Haala's words spontaneously paused, because a golden plate containing nail polish suddenly flashed on her, making the face following her clothes stained with the black color of the pengam. Jihan's wrath is becoming more and more, seeing Haala's tranquility. Especially not to accept the fact that the dark-colored paint splash was powerless to melt the golden-haired beauty who had been sitting in front of him.

Jihan suddenly laughed amusedly, with a purpose that only herself and God knew. His loud laughter echoed for quite a while, then spontaneously came to a halt as two servants walked into his room carrying plates filled with fruit. Something crazy suddenly flashed through Jihan's mind when she saw the glint of the fruit-peeling knife. Jihan intends to cut the rare colored hair that makes her relentlessly tighten her teeth.

The tip of the blade had already caressed Haala's long hair, as if impatient to show off her sharpness. But Haala nimbly dodged, twisted Jihan's wrist, and dropped the knife she held. Jihan roared in pain, then was about to attack Haala again, but the hereditary sword of Yusef Bahadir that now leads to his face made his step immediately impaled.

“Hamba heard Advisor Murat has a special relationship with you. She's free to enter the queen's palace with your immediate permission. I'm curious if the news is spread, will it affect the image of the famous Queen Kumari Kandam clean from the scandal?”

DEG!

“Please spread the news about my sister, because I will also do the same,” added Haala.

DEG! DEG!

Haala still continued, “The destruction of the good name of the servant ancestor will not make the servant and the servant family die of hunger, or be confined in the dungeon for life. But what about you, Her Majesty the Queen?”

DEG! DEG! DEG!

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It looks like Haala is focusing on controlling her sword which seems to be impatient to eat a portion of breakfast immediately. Haala's opponent, Braheim, seemed overwhelmed by her meager sword skills. Bheim understands very well that the morning training routine almost always makes Haala die of upset because of a bad opponent like him, but somehow the annoyance of Haala this morning feels different.

“If my guess is correct, there must be something that irritates you more than fighting me that is worse than your soldier.”

“Your fatherhood remains the biggest trigger for my servant's annoyance, Your Majesty,” Haala retorted to Braheim.

Spontaneous Brahim laughing. “So who is to blame? His students are too bad? Or is the teacher too good?”

“You are too lousy, Your Majesty. For being greater than the offspring of Yusef Bahadir will never happen even if only in a dream.”

Brahim laughed again. “Is your heart as good as your sword skills?”

CRANGS!

Braheim stared at Haala's sword, which was now lying on the ground. Bheim still could not believe it was he who made the heirloom sword with a handle wrapped around a shabby white cloth that slipped from Haala's hand. The shock of the two also slowly decayed, when they found the arrival of Murat in a hurry.

I don't know what Murat whispered to Braheim, so that the veins on Braheim's handsome face clumped. Without answering anything to Murat, Braheim immediately assigned Murat to escort Haala to his room. While he was, yelling for clothes at the servant, and in an instant disappeared from behind the gate. 

“Entahlah. But one thing is for sure, you are in big trouble,” Murat replied to Haala.

“Big problem? Is this about Her Majesty the Queen?”

“What Her Majesty the Queen gave you the order?” Murat asked Haala.

Haala was silent, looking at the serious expression on Murat's face. “It looks like we are talking about a different big problem, Advisor.”

Yes, Haala is indeed in big trouble, and the big problem is a counterattack from Queen Kumari Kandam who has a myriad of bad habits. The counterattack from Jihan was not kidding, it could even be ascertained that the impact that would be caused from the retaliatory attack was a beheaded sentence.

This morning the harem was shocked by the discovery of one of the mistresses who died in her room. The first person to find the concubine was the head of the harem, Leyla Rahsheda. Leyla who used to deliver washing water face for the concubines was suspicious because her call was not responded by the Concubine Nahas.

Leyla asked the whereabouts of the Concubine Nahas to the other concubine, but nil. Leyla finally opened the door to the Nahas Concubine's room by force. And how surprised Leyla was when she found the luxurious room was a mess, especially the owner of the room lying covered in blood with many stab wounds all over his body.

According to Leyla's confession, Haala's name was written on the floor with blood believed to belong to the Consort of Nahas. All the property of the Consort of Nahas was also lost, allegedly stolen by Haala. Leyla's final confession further reinforces the suspect's label on Haala. Leyla confessed in the name of God, if she often saw Haala in and out of the harem.

The sad news about the Nahas Concubine who was allegedly brutally killed by Yusef Bahadir's descendants quickly spread beyond the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam, to Shaasvat, the homeland of the Consort of Nahas. No need to wait a long time, the messenger from Shaasvat also came to Kumari Kandam, to make sure that the sad news was not true.

“Give me a little more time to do an investigation. I'm sure there's still some truth that hasn't been revealed.”

BRACKET!

The first brother of the concubine Nahas kicked down the table. “Your Majesty! How can you make Brother Slave even more unsettled? All the truth has been revealed! Pass the death penalty to Yusef Bahadir's descendants!”

“Yes, Your Honor. Although our Brother's status is only a concubine, but please have your mercy, Your Majesty.”

Bheim sighed in response to Second Brother Consort Nahas. “Then from that give me a little more time.“

BRACKET!

“Don't because the killer is the descendant of Yusef Bahadir, you then protect him! If you do not immediately impose the death penalty, Shaasvat will raise the war flag on Kumari Kandam!” The first brother of Consort Nahas exclaimed as he exited the meeting room.

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The sound of a simple laugh could be heard clearly filling the milk bath. It seems that Jihan with her personal servants is talking about the terrible misfortune that is now befalling Haala. For a long time Jihan did not feel the satisfaction of the success of her plan as now. Jihan thought it would be difficult to get rid of Haala who secretly had an annoying character, but in fact it was no easier than stepping on an ant.

Although he was upset that Braheim had given very strict guard to protect Haala, Jihan still felt like walking on the wind. Jihan deliberately chose the Nahas Concubine as a target because she knew that the Nahas Consort came from a family with the second strongest fighting force after the Haala combat force. Where that means, the strictest guard will not be useful because in the end a big war will still be inevitable.

Jihan had also prepared anticipation if God would no longer side with her. The men whom Jihan assigned to eliminate the Concubine Nahas had come out of Kumari Kandam with the wages of all the property of the Concubine Nahas. And Jihan didn't have to worry that the real killers would open their mouths, because before that happened, the accomplices of Jihan who were in charge of tailing them would first send them to hell.

“It should have been that time he didn't need to draw his sword. I don't really want to cut her hair anyway.”

“True, Your Majesty, Haala is too arrogant,” said a servant to Jihan.

“Surely now she is crying.”

Jihan laughed in response to her other servant. “Just be free because no one can save him. Bheim will soon be out of hand. He is unlikely to cut ties with Shaasvat who has the strongest combat force.”

Maid Jihan laughed. “That's right, Your Majesty. So sooner or later he will definitely let Haala get dragged into the ko-.” square

“I thought you were the mastermind of all this mess.”

DEG!