THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 25

Bheim seemed completely unfocused on running all his agenda that day. How not, the betrothed of the number one person in Kumari Kandam has just been rejected by a woman who is none other than Haala. It is not enough to be thrown out in the future, it turns out that in the past Bheim was again discarded.

Indeed, it is easy for a Braheim Bhaavesh to save his pride by means of being beheaded on anyone who defies his will. But somehow Braheim's heart continued to scream saying, it's okay my pride is smeared as long as Haala can continue to reach these eyes.

Bheim felt too rushed, but also reluctantly waited longer. Had Daxraj not had the birthmark of a wandering tribal leader, Kumari Kandam might have had a successor to the throne. The excitement begins to rule over Braheim, and makes him eager to meet Daxraj from the future.

"Daxraj Natesh" said Braheim, chugging Smrti*.

*Smrti* is a forgotten memory-recovery herb. Smrti is made from fairy tears, and can only be consumed during the day, because the results will immediately appear in the form of rain or rainbow. If the rain that appears, then the dream that occurs is just a sleeping flower, but if a rainbow appears, then it can be sure it is a forgotten memory*.

Darkened. That is all that is seen in the subconscious of Braheim. In contrast to the workings of the Smrti herb which usually directly brings Bheim to buried or forgotten memories. Now the potion made by Kumari Kandam's famous physician, Sanjeev Rajak, did not react when Daxraj's name was called.

"Daxraj Natesh's. Daxraj Na -"

"What?"

Spontaneous Braheim opened his eyes. "My time is not much. So don't make small talk" Daxraj said.

Bheim went up, and walked over to Daxraj who was standing on his back. "You, Daxraj Natesh? From the future? Wait for. Then who's Daxraj Natesh who's been my advisor all this time?"

"Really, Braheim, my time is not much."

"What's? Not His Majesty but Braheim? So presumptuous. Forgetit. Rather than that, are you really real?" braheim asked again, looking at Daxraj from head to toe.

Daxraj did not answer. "All right let me prove it myself" added Bheim while punching Daxraj's body.

BUGS!

BUGS!

BUGS!

BRACKET!

Bheim floated crashing into the bookcase in the corner of the room very hard, after Daxraj returned his fist. Hearing the commotion from inside Braheim's study, the guards who were on guard barged in. The guards were very surprised to find Braheim on the floor coughing in pain.

Moreover, found a suspicious man with a black bandage with a giant stature that now stands behind them. The bodyguards, convinced that Daxraj was a spy, intended to attack Daxraj, but Braheim ordered them to return to guard and as much as possible did not create a more severe uproar.

Bheim. "It hurts a lot."

"I only use two percent of my power."

Barheim chuckled, "Are you showing off?"

"Not because I haven't used one hundred percent yet."

Bheim again chanted, "Are you human? And are you on Kumari Kandam's side?"

"I've answered in the future."

"I take your answer as I expected. How can you be in the past and the future? Who is the real Daxraj Natesh?" ask Braheim.

"That's not what's important now. I have to leave immediately, so listen carefully."

Bheim. Silence was not for obeying Daxraj's orders, but silence for refusing to believe what he saw at this time. A portal set in the night slowly opens, revealing a stunning night view dominated by a bright red moon with a light that shines through the eyes.

But Braheim's focus was immediately turned back on Daxraj when Daxraj revealed something he had long wanted to know. About who exactly is the figure of a beautiful woman who introduces herself as Gaana, who is always present in Braheim's dreams and spread the terror of terrible death.

"She was your father's favorite concubine. He demanded revenge on your mother who had sentenced him to exile. He worships the devil for eternal life and for the sake of completing his revenge."

Brahim looked surprised. "So you mean, the grudge is now aimed at me?"

Daxraj nodded. "While it is very difficult to kill him in the future, he will still die at my hands. But he wasn't destined to die before he could take revenge on you."

"I'm not me-"

"Nobody can turn back time but the Almighty. I pawned a thousand years of my life to turn the clock around and trick Gaana. So now finish your part, Braheim Bhaavesh. Because this is your fight," interrupted Daxraj as he turned around and entered the portal.

"wait. How to un-"

Braheim's words paused, because all the tools in his room suddenly shook. The originally friendly vibration, slowly became a terrible vibration. For the first time in history, Kumari Kandam was hit by an earthquake. Earthquakes caused not by the wrath of God, but the potion of Smrti.

"Don't try calling me with that potion again. Because it's not rain or rainbows you'll see after."

"Hey. I command you to return, Daxraj Natesh!" exclamation Braheim.

BRACKET!

"Your Majesty. You need to take shelter immediately to a safe place" said one of the dozens of bodyguards who suddenly entered Braheim's study.

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"I'm sorry I was late to save you. I promised to kill Gaana for you. Now drink this again" said Murat as he fed Jihan the healing potion.

Of course Jihan could not respond to Murat, who had been visiting her bedroom for two nights. While absorbing Gaana, Murat fed Jihan the healing potion she bought with seven bags of gold coins. Despite knowing that only the potion of the wandering tribe could restore Jihan as it was, Murat did not want to miss out on any possibilities.

Despite feeling much better, Jihan still often has nightmares about Gaana catching her and about to absorb something forcibly from her body. The look of Gaana's starving face and the sound of her laughter that made her shudder, Jihan could not forget. And the most unforgettable thing is, the existence of Haala's father who just stood by watching Jihan screaming for her help.

Feeling unable to bear the nightmares that come to him almost every night, Jihan also intends to do something. Something that in the future shapes the personality of Jihan into a woman who cannot be satisfied with just one man. Something that in the past was indeed considered as the most effective way to escape from the snare of nightmares and from the target of Gaana which is said to only eat the souls of holy girls.

"Is this your first time?" ask a man from Svarg*.

*Svarg* is a shelter for beautiful-faced male slaves. Some of them were sent to brothels, and some were sent in secret to the queen's palace or harem*.

Jihan nodded. "That's lucky," added the man.

"What's your name?"

Jihan wrote something on the paper and showed it to the man. "Jihan Joozher."

"Ah, you can't speak apparently."

Jihan is back to writing. "Why? You just wanna fuck a girl who can talk?"

The man laughed. "Not really. I think the men had enough to hear moans. But wouldn't it be better if you gave your first love experience to someone you liked?"

"My love ends one-sidedly," Jihan replied with a caption.

"Looky. Tonight I'll give you a lot of love, and you won't have to pay."

Jihan just looked at the man. "Because it's my birthday" added the man.

"Happy birthday. But ask for payment if your customer is more than two people," Jihan hurriedly wrote.

The man laughed again, peeping at the back of Jihan's hand. "I think today will be my best birthday. I laughed a lot, and got a customer a very pretty girl."

And so Jihan finally gives her first love experience to a mysterious man from Svarg. Jihan did not expect that the hot activity was so extraordinary that it made her a missing person because she continued to be in Svarg for one week. And if it wasn't for the skill of the men from Svarg, it was certain that Jihan would have returned to Baseela* in a two-bodied state.

*Raseela*names of villages that Haala and Jihan live in*.

"Where have you been? Everyone's looking for you."

Jihan ignored Murat and slammed her body into the bed. "Hey, answer me," Murat said.

"Where have you been going this week?"

Jihan got up, picked up writing equipment to answer Murat. "I went to find a way to keep Gaana away from me."

"What do you mean?"

"I went to Svarg," Jihan replied with a letter.

"What?"

Jihan wrote lazily. "I'm no longer a holy girl so Gaana won't come after me."

"You're getting crazy."

"Whatever you say. I certainly don't have nightmares about Gaana anymore. Rather than that, why do you care so much about me? My father wasn't that cool." Jihan showed the answer on the paper.

"Because he's not your father."

Jihan stopped Murat from going out through the window of her room as she continued to write. "What do you mean he's not my father?"

"Your father was a sugar merchant. He drowned while heading north. Then your mother also died, an hour after her husband's funeral. And your brother, left you in front of a dairy farmer's house because he couldn't buy you milk."

Jihan looked very surprised, but still tried to ink on the paper. "You, brother?"

"Why? Wanna curse me? Just save it because now I can even buy King Kumari Kandam's pride."

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That afternoon the village of Baseela was made uproar, because suddenly only a dozen residents came from a neighboring village, Bheed. Bheed residents said they were looking for their missing children. Because the footprints left behind the horse that leads to Baseela, they were sure if the culprit came from the milk and corn producing village.

But of course the residents of Baseela denied the allegations of having hidden the kidnappers of children. The situation began to heat up, when one of the dozens of people from Bheed suddenly threw his furrow fist at Haala's grandfather who was believed to be an intermediary. And the action of mutual boxing can no longer be avoided.

Until Murat disturbed sleep came, and broke the anarchist actions of the two villagers with a loud cry. Murat emotionally said that the real kidnappers were inside the Mook Forest. A kidnapper who can't be fought with any weapon because he has demonic powers.

"What empty tooth did you just say? Our children's kidnappers are humans, not demons" said one resident of Bheed.

"really. We have the proof. Here, look," another Bheed resident chimed in while showing a button.

Murat took the button. "Cannot be. These buttons."

"Why? Do you know who the owner of the button is? Tell us who the owner is!" exclaim the man who punched Grandpa Haala.

Murat turned to Haala's grandfather, grandmother, and mother. "This button, belongs to the commander."