THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 4

"Yes? I don't mean that, Your Majesty, please don't misunderstand."

Bheim smiled in response to Haala. "It turns out you're so bad."

"Yes?"

"What is the place we're going to still be far away?" Brahim asked back.

"Yes, Your Majesty. That place is behind Mount Maatam."

Braheim tilted his head. "Maatam Mountain? I just heard it. What's up there?"

"Happiness."

"Ah, then hurry up because right now I really want to be happy" said Braheim.

Haala takes Braheim to Prashansaneey Hill. In a place that is located very far from Kumari Kandam, there are only rare weeds that are very fertile despite living in the highlands. If the weeds are generally white, in Prashansaneey there are only black weeds. Its color that is in line with the night sky makes them look harmonious when it gets dark.

Braheim jumped off the horse, busy satisfying his senses with amazement. Haala was satisfied because the spontaneous place that crossed her mind successfully made Braheim can momentarily forget the pettiness of royal affairs. Braheim's feet stepped on their own, splitting the thick black weeds. Haala followed Braheim faithfully, wherever the king wanted.

Braheim's amazement grew when his foot stepped on Prashansaneey's heart. There was an empty patch of land that was strangely not overgrown by anything. And even more strangely, just after looking at the empty land, Bheim was attacked by intense drowsiness. Braheim was intending to return, but Haala suddenly spread his robe over the empty land.

"Lay down, Your Majesty. You must be getting sleepy."

Bheim stepped closer to the empty land. "Then? You want me to sleep? Could it be that you intend to run away and leave me here? Don't do that. If you want to harm me, do it the usual way."

Haala laughed for a moment, but hurriedly bowed respectfully. "Puni servant, Your Majesty."

Bheim did not answer. "Hamba is ready to accept the punishment for the carelessness of his servant, Your Majesty," Haala added.

"Your laugh is beautiful."

Haala looks up. "Yes?"

"Which idiot king will punish something beautiful?" Braheim poured his body on the empty ground.

"Your compassion is matchless, Your Majesty."

Bheim looked at Haala. "You lie down too."

"Hamba can't do that, Your Majesty."

"At any time that's my absolute command?"

Haala was powerless to speak, and could only seduce her body to move according to Braheim's orders. Now the two have been lying side by side while looking at the flickering of the occupants of the night sky. Slowly but surely, Haala's heart began to create a noise of disgrace, which seemed to not be muted by any stratagem, by the intervention of God even once.

The empty land that is now the bedding of Haala and Braheim is known to be miraculous both in terms of appearance and benefits. Unlike the surrounding land that looked very fertile, the magic land was instead the opposite, dry. It is said that anyone who lies on the magic land will fall asleep, and then be brought back to the buried good times.

Bheim. "I've never felt this sleepy."

"Please sleep, Your Majesty. Because after that you will feel happiness."

"I can't remember the last time I was happy. Maybe after making love, but it was only for a moment. How's yours?"

Haala remained silent for a long time, making Braheim turn his head and ask him again, "Why? You're never happy or, ever, never made love?"

"Everyone must have been happy, Your Majesty," Haala replied at last.

"What about making love?" ask Brahim again.

"Everyone must have made love, Your Majesty."

"Including you?"

Haala was silent again. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"really? Tell me how it feels?"

Haala was silent again. "Very happy."

"Wrong."

Spontan Haala turned to Braheim in shock. "It feels more than happy. But given that there are no terms that can represent, the taste after lovemaking can not be described with any taste," added Bheim.

Bheim continued, "You have a lot to practice if you don't want to look bad at lying, commander."

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PRANGS!

A loud noise was heard from inside Jihan's room. The black-haired woman, dressed in a jewel-studded outfit, again showed off her bad habits, throwing all fancy utensils wherever she wanted. Even some of Jihan's personal servants suffered serious injuries to her forehead due to being hit by a furious throw from Jihan when they were cleaning tool fragments.

Jihan also expressed her genuine intention to participate in resolving the dizzying Braheim affair, but Braheim refused on the plausible grounds that to Jihan it sounded otherwise. Jihan who had been completely overcome by anger then went back to crazy. Two men from Svarg* were deliberately summoned secretly by Jihan to the queen's palace to make her luxury bed lie dormant.

*S*varg** 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.

"How can King Braheim make a woman as beautiful as you lonely?" ask the first call man who was busy raining down on Jihan's crown.

"The "fair King Braheim is always busy. He could not possibly satisfy Her Majesty the Queen and her hundreds of concubines" said the second call man who was also busy slinging Jihan's body.

Jihan groaned, but tried to speak as clearly as possible. "Fuck Braheim, satisfy me."

"By pleasure, Your Majesty," replied the man calling one and two at the same time.

Meanwhile, in front of the door of Jihan's room, Murat is seen ordering two guards to block anyone who wants to meet Jihan, even though it is Braheim. Even Murat did not hesitate to give them permission to hurt if the situation was not helped.

Normally Jihan would only call the deputy war commander Kumari Kandam to replace Braheim, but this time it was either the demons from where it was that drove her to call the man from outside Kumari Kandam. Murat even killed twelve people who he feared could at any time leak the crazy act of Jihan.

Then until the men of the call return to their original place, Murat will continue to be beside Braheim, desperately holding the very sensitive master from stepping foot into Jihan's palace. But this time he had to hold back not Braheim, but himself.

"I've done the summoning ritual as you write, Counselor, but still no one shows up."

"You're sure nothing's missed?" Murat responded to Haala while looking over here and there.

"Yes. I'm pretty sure. Are you currently relaxed? Maybe we can go together to the temple."

"That sounds fun, but it's a pity I'm busy." Murat still looked over here.

"Have something happened?"

"Yes. I'm guarding the life of a crazy woman" Murat replied.

"His Majesty the Queen?"

Spontan Murat turned to Haala, holding back a laugh, but then cleared his throat, "From that, what was the moment of your summoning ritual with someone?"

"No, it's just me."

Murat was silent for a moment. "Where did you tie your horse?"

"Not far from me."

"Ah, I think that's the problem. When the summoning ritual make sure there are no other living beings except you. All I know is that the wandering tribe only comes for one life" Murat said.

Haala nodded in response to Murat. "I understand. I'll try it again. Thank you for your time, Counselor."

"Actually he who is too easily fooled or I who is too shrewd to lie?" ask Murat in heart.

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Haala rubbed the back of her sister Laasya's hand repeatedly, asking her what gifts she wanted for her birthday next week. Although only Laasya responded with a blank look, Haala endlessly presented a smile to the fourteen-year-old girl who was very thin.

Since being found in the woods naked six years ago, Laasya no longer wants to talk. The uniqueness of Laasya makes what happened to him in the past continue to be a mystery until now. Still, Haala and her family continue to work to uncover the truth.

But the effort slowly slackened since the departure of Haala's grandfather, grandmother, and father. In contrast to Haala's mother who now chooses to surrender to God, Haala insists on restoring Laasya's condition, and reveals the events of six years ago that have robbed her of her brother's joy.

"I went to bring you a potion. You're gonna heal and get your life back, sister." Haala hugged Laasya tightly.

"How long?"

Haala took off her embrace when she found her mother coming. "Eitherway. The place I'm headed to is getting farther away because it can't be reached by horse."

"So you're going on foot?"

Haala nodded. "There's no other choice."

"We've tried all the herbs from various places. Isn't there nothing left but miracles?"

"Don't give up, Mom."

Haala's mother sighed. "Even your grandparents and father would have given up if they were alive. There's nothing more we can do."

"This is my last attempt, ma'am. Give me your blessing."

Haala's mother sighed again. "Eight hundred six times. You've asked for my blessing that much, Haala."

"This is really the last."

Haala's mother was endlessly sighing. "It is better to sit waiting for the wandering tribe to knock on our door and give magic potions for free, than to make efforts that are obviously not producing."

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