THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTER 21

Haala looked out the window, where she saw the figure of Daxraj who is now running towards his private room in the southeast palace*. Unknowingly, Haala smiled, because never once thought that there would be a day where she could see the figure of a wandering tribe leader who lost his wife just because he could not wait to open the lunch box.

*The southeastern palace* was once 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*.

"What's our lunch menu today?"

Haala did not answer Daxraj, only to suddenly approach and hug him. Although surprised by Haala's unusual attitude, Daxraj still returned the embrace. Either because of the strange book that Haala often read or the disruption of Jihan that is increasingly becoming, Daxraj would rather feel the heartbeat of Haala than being faced with questions that he does not understand at all.

"Is there a problem?" ask Daxraj again.

"I met His Majesty the King today."

Daxraj nodded in response to Haala. "Then?"

"He said something that made my heart almost waver."

"That is a test for couples who want to get married" Daxraj replied.

"Not that."

Daxraj took off his embrace. "Isn't that?"

"Please forgive this heart that almost wavers because of His Majesty the King. And I'm sorry it seems like it's gonna take me so long to give you this heart."

Now it replaced Daxraj who locked his mouth, ignoring what Haala had just said. Slowly Haala looked up, returning Daxraj's gaze that felt so warm. The face-to-face activity lasted long enough, to somehow end with kisses, kisses, to touches that damage each other's clothes.

But the sensual action was interrupted when Daxraj took off his robe. The upper part of Daxraj's body to the limit of his wrists was filled with a kind of sign that read Videsh*. Daxraj, who understood the question mark on Haala's face, tricked her, and began to explain that it had been there since she was born.

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

Haala was about to nod in understanding, but was stopped because her eyes had just caught a line of unfamiliar sentences. Spontaneous Haala fixed her Saree*, then took Daxraj to the window. Haala intended to shine a full body of black ink with the scorching remains of the sun, in order to ensure a line that even for a moment, enough to make him shudder.

*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 cloth, the variations vary with a length of 4-9 meters worn on the body with various styles*.

"What's wrong?"

"There is one sentence I know," Haala replied, keeping busy looking at Daxraj's body.

"The world will perish because the heir to the oath of allegiance Yusef Bahadir gave his heart to the wrong man."

Spontaneous Haala stopped her busyness. "You know about that?"

"of course. At first I couldn't believe it. But suddenly you came to see me and asked me to marry to prevent the destruction of the world."

"What?"

Daxraj showed the location of the writing Haala was looking for randomly while repeating his words. "The world will perish .. the wrong person. It was my ancestor's prophecy. And somehow you can figure it out even though I've never told anyone."

"Wait, auction? Could it be, a tribe of nomads?" ask Haala in doubt.

"Maybe."

"What do you mean by maybe?" ask Haala again.

"I think besides me and you, only babies would believe that a tribe of nomads really existed in this world."

And, again. New changes in the past that feel like the future, again come at will. How could the wandering tribe leader not believe the truth of the existence of his own tribe. Haala again thought hard, to find at least one of the answers from the cause of the disease of the sister, the existence of Murat Iskender, or honestly the attitude of Daxraj so far.

"I shouldn't have to confuse anything and just focus on my promise to try to love you."

Daxraj hugged Haala. "No need to rush. Just try to be fair. Marriage can still work even if one of the two hearts is not in line. Marriage will still be valid because feelings can change anytime."

Haala welcomes Daxraj's embrace. "Yes, you're right."

"From that, I think I'm too confident about myself being the leader of a wandering tribe. What if I was just a subordinate? And if I have to get married, shouldn't I marry your father who is currently the heir to Yusef Bahadir's oath of allegiance?"

Spontaneous Haala laughed. "I think this time you're reading a weird book."

Daxraj laughed. "I'm sorry but I'm only interested in reading erotic books."

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HOSH.. HOSH.. HOSH..

Seen sweat after sweat on the face of Braheim dripped more and more rapidly wet the silk sleeping pillow. Braheim's breath sounded stingy, as if he was currently being chased by something most frightening. And the roar of Braheim, instantly made dozens of armed soldiers break down the door of his bedroom.

The head of the king's palace immediately poured a glass of water to make Braheim realize that what he had just experienced was just a dream. But for Braheim it was not just a dream. Because it felt too real, as if it had happened but Bheim forgot about it, or maybe, something intentionally made him forget.

After feeling a little calm, Braheim dissolved the sea of people in his magnificent bedroom. Bheim then went to the balcony, intending to find tranquility through the occupants of the night sky. But it was not the calm that Braheim finally got, but a flashback of his dream a few minutes ago.

*FLASHBACK ON*

“Please do not do such an action again at a later time, Your Majesty.”

Bheim smiled in response to Haala. “I just saved my pride as a man.”

“You are not just a man but a king.”

“I am a careful king,” sahut Braheim.

“Give your heart at the deserved.”

Brahim smiled again. “Who do you think deserves my heart the most?”

Haala was silent for quite a while. “Hamba,” murmured Haala finally.

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"Is it really just a dream? Or have we experienced it before? If so, then he's put his heart on me, so?" ask Bheim in the heart.

Ever since that night's strange dream, Braheim's mind has been disturbed. His heart suddenly seemed to be pierced when he saw Haala's figure, and the dream felt deeper as the golden-haired woman laughed with the man who was none other than her own advisor. At first Braheim ignored, but the strange dream was not tired of floating it.

HOSH.. HOSH.. HOSH..

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Give me time to answer, Your Majesty."

"I've given you a week" Braheim replied.

"Hamba is still trying to find the answer."

Bheim grabbed both hands of Haala. "Then include me in your efforts."

Haala fell silent. "Did I misrepresent our kiss that night?" braheim.

Haala was still silent, the corners of her eyes began to feel tickled. "For me it's not just a kiss. Because through that kiss I gave my heart to you. Are you like that too?" braheim again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bheim smiled as he heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank God. I don't care what your attitude changes and what the demon says. I've had enough of the fact that you've also given your heart."

"Hamba wishes to give this self away entirely to you, Your Majesty."

Spontaneous Braheim hugging Haala. "Then give it to me. Whatever obstacles ahead, let's face them together."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

The incident a few nights ago reoccurred, where the bedroom of Braheim who again crowded dozens of armed soldiers equipped with ready to fight. Although the head of the king's palace has sprayed a variety of relaxation fragrances, in fact the dream that bothers Bheim is not deterred by just luxurious fragrances.

Braheim continued to remember the fragment of his dream, and was convinced of one thing, that the eldest daughter of war commander Kumari Kandam had a connection with his heart. The increasingly disturbed braheim also decided to seek help through the royal physician, Sanjeev Rajak, who is famous for his millions of earthly herbs.

"A banquet to recover lost memories?"

"Yes. I need such a potion as soon as possible" Braheim replied to Sanjeev.

"Hamba cannot promise about time, Your Majesty. But it seems like the servant has a similar potion."

Bheim sighed. "Give me whatever you have. Getting what I want now feels better than breaking someone's wedding party."

"Hamba hope this concerns women." Sanjeev placed a small bottle of the potion in front of Braheim.

"Why I said no."

"This is Smrti, made of fairy tears. Smrti can only be consumed during the day, because one of the results requires the help of bright clouds. Just drink one drop before you close your eyes, and don't forget, say the name of the person you want to remember" Sanjeev said.

Braheim only nodded in understanding. "If when you wake up it rains, the memory with the person is just a sleeping flower. But if when you wake up the rainbow appears, it's your forgotten memory with that person" Sanjeev added.

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Bheim looked at the bottle of Smrti that he had been holding. Despite having asked for the potion from Sanjeev two days ago, Braheim did not dare to chug it. Because Bheim hesitated to realize his plan if a rainbow would appear, and Braheim was not ready to be disappointed if the rain would be the answer.

Bheim put back the Smrti bottle, sighing harshly. The afternoon breeze calmed Braheim a little, even if it was only half a second. Bheim went to his favorite place, the balcony. Where unexpectedly in the favorite place of Braheim was seen a woman who most likely had also been his favorite in the faintest time.

The golden-haired lady who was busy preparing lunch under the apple tree looked charming with a Saree twine. Bheim still stole the view, until the afternoon breeze brought their eyes together. Although for a moment, Braheim was convinced that he had just caught the look of Haala's guilty face. It was that belief that finally gathered Braheim's guts.

"Haala Anandmayee," murmured Braheim while drinking Smrti.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Tell servant of your one secret, Your Majesty."

Braheim responded to Haala. "You're so stubborn."

Haala did not answer. "And very stiff," added Braheim.

"The servant cannot speak impolitely. It would be dangerous if the servant became accustomed in public later."

Bheim. "Yes, you have a point. I've always been a fool around you."

"So what's your secret?"

"That was my first kiss" Braheim replied.

"Will the head of the servant still be in its place even if the servant does not believe your words?"

Bheim laughing. "It's not time to explain anything to you yet, so be patient and trust me. I have to go."

Haala nodded. "Ah, one more. No need to worry about food, drink, or water in your bathtub. You're safe because I've always protected you" added Braheim.

"Your Majesty."

Bheim looked at Haala. "Honestly, that wasn't my first kiss" Haala said.

"What's? Don't tell me if that demon is the first ka-"

"That's a servant's umpteenth kiss if it counts with the servant's kiss with you in the dream" Haala said.

"Are you teasing me? If so, don't try to do it to anyone other than me. Understood it? I'm goin. Don't call me anymore because I won't hold back for the second call."

"Your Majesty."

Bheim clucked, as he walked towards Haala. "Huh, Kumari Kandam could be in danger if his queen is good at flirting like this."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

Bheim opened his eyes not because he was surprised by his erotic dreams, but because of the noise coming from outside. The previously bright clouds turned gray, not even long blackened. It is certain that heavy rain will inundate the fractured land of Kumari Kandam. But in an instant the gray clouds disappeared, replaced by a stretch of rainbow.

"Finally I'm really going to be the destroyer of marriages. Sure oes. Which idiot would stay to see his woman being robbed in such a cruel way?" murmured Braheim while looking at the rainbow.