THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 5

CLAMPS!

The door of Haala's house was open, but there was no sign of the knocker, nor his footprints or his mount on the rain-soaked red ground since a few weeks ago. Haala sharpened her eyesight around, hoping that she was not currently dealing with a herd of thieves.

Rain spots began to fall, when Haala faintly heard the footsteps of the horses. Haala was about to chase after the origin of the sound, but a mysterious little pouch she almost stepped on stopped her nimble movements. With full alertness Haala also took the bag, and slowly opened it.

Haala turned to her mother, while showing her a bottle of mysterious herbs filled with very clear water. Haala's mother was immediately surprised, because the form following the contents of the potion in the bottle looked exactly the same as the form and content of the healing potion belonging to the wandering tribe that was in the children's fairy tale.

Haala's mother shook her head, refusing to believe that what she said with the intention of making Haala give up, even more uplifting Haala. Haala clutched the potion at her mother, before disappearing in the pouring rain, in pursuit of a tribe of nomads to thank.

While Haala's mother, rushed to lock the door of the house, and stepped half ran into the warehouse. The white-haired middle-aged woman was intent on finding fairy tale books about the wandering tribe, which used to be always read to stubborn little Haala to fall asleep quickly.

THE SNACK! THE SNACK! THE SNACK!

Sheet after sheet of fairy tale books were quickly turned around, until they reached the page that showed the appearance of a bottle of healing potion belonging to the wandering tribe. Haala's mother then juxtaposes the mysterious bottle she holds in her pocket right next to the picture of the wandering tribe's potion bottle in the book.

"Impossible. There's no way they really exist in this world" Haala's mother murmured.

THE SNACK! THE SNACK! THE SNACK!

Haala's mother reopened the shabby fairy tale sheet, as disbelief grew closer and closer to her. So did Haala, who was now refusing to believe the treat in front of her eyes. After desperately following the voice of the mysterious horse, Haala arrived at a place no less mysterious.

Haala looked back, everything seemed very dark because the day was indeed late. But the mysterious place in front of Haala seemed to be the opposite, very hot, as if the sun was busy perched right on the crown. Despite the hesitation, Haala was eager to enter that mysterious place, however.

"Enough to get there." The voice of a man was clearly heard from within the mysterious place.

"Because you've got what you want, don't look for us anymore" added the man who is completely invisible.

"I'm sorry for making you and your tribe feel uncomfortable."

"If you understand then get rid of it" replied the mysterious man.

"wait. I have something to ask you."

The mysterious man did not reply, but Haala was sure he was still unmoved in his place. "Can I do Suraksha*?"

*S*uraksha** is a short ritual to pray for someone who has contributed greatly in the lives of others. Suraksha is done by singing a song containing the lyrics of the salvation of the afterlife, while surrounding the meritorious person until the song runs out.

"But after that I'll erase your memory."

Haala was silent for a moment. "No problem."

"Then do it."

Haala rushed down from the horse, and patiently waited for the figure in front of her to reveal her mysterious form. Haala immediately bowed respectfully, when the figure was fully visible. A man with a black bandage with an exotic skin color, as well as a stature that is not fitter than the deputy commander of the war Kumari Kandam.

"I'll start the ritual." Haala stepped closer to the man.

"Leave your sword first."

Spontaneous Haala stopped her steps. "Yes?"

"In this place is not allowed to carry the relics of the dead."

Haala was silent again. "Then it looks like I can't do Suraksha."

"Why?" ask the man beserban.

"The one who has the right to disarm me is only a person of equal rank, or a person of higher rank."

"Why are you so sure if I'm not equal to you or don't have a higher rank than you?" ask the man again.

"Because you look weak."

It was seen that the wind began to blow loudly in a mysterious place, shortly after Haala responded to the question to the various men. Before long, another large man appeared. Another beserban man with a giant-like stature has an aura and a compact gaze makes the fur Iuduk anyone bristling.

"Do I still look weak?" asked the other turbaned man who had suddenly stood before Haala.

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HYX.. HYX.. HYX..

"Sister." Laasya hugged Haala.

Haala was speechless, as was the mother, who a while ago still had a great debate about the truth of the healing potion belonging to the wandering tribe. Until finally they decided to drink the mysterious herb to Laasya, having previously confirmed that there was no poison in it.

Almost every day for an entire month, Haala and her mother distributed sweets to people around her. Even today Haala plans to do Suraksha on Murat which he considers no less meritorious than the wandering tribe. Murat was silent in a thousand languages, when Haala suddenly came to him and told him things beyond reason.

"So now your sister can talk again?"

"Right, Counselor," Haala replied in a happy tone.

"After giving her the potion you took from your doorstep, is that it?"

Haala nodded in response to Murat. "true."

"Then out of curiosity as to who the potion giver was you chased him into the forest, and found a place that had a different time to the present."

Haala nodded back. "And it was there that I met with the leader of the wandering tribe and his subordinates."

"Later the wandering tribe leader erased your memories, but you remembered everything clearly until now."

"Yes. Isn't that weird? Because I shouldn't remember anything" Haala said.

"May I meet your sister?" tanya Murat hesitated.

"of course. I knew you'd ask for it, so we've prepared the banquet."

Murat arrived at Haala's residence. A simple house in the forest surrounded by a garden of pumpkins and medicines that looked very well maintained even though they were hundreds of years old. The arrival of Haala and Murat was immediately warmly welcomed by Haala's mother, and Laasya who almost always rushed to embrace Haala when she saw his arrival.

"Thank you for coming to visit, Counselor."

"I thank you for being treated so wonderfully" Murat replied to Haala.

"Then I'll go back to training."

Murat nodded. "Commander."

"Yes?"

Murat walked over to Haala. "Because my situation is so complicated, don't trust me too much."

"I don't trust you, Counselor."

Murat was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat, "Good go. You seem to trust me so much that I say it."

"I've never put my trust in anyone."

"Then it's lucky that he managed to gain your trust" said Braheim who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Long live, and be bound always, sun Kumari Kandam.” Haala and Murat compactly bowed and greeted Braheim.

"It seems that the gossip circulating lately is not just nonsense. So you guys are really dating? Hey commander, are you sleeping with me but dating my advisor? It's very hard."

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Three female waitresses are busy serving a variety of fancy food for Jihan's dinner, but the strange thing is that Jihan is just quiet. Though usually Jihan immediately tasted one by one the dishes presented, and did not hesitate to overturn the medium-sized round dining table when the taste of the dishes tasted not according to taste.

The calmness of Jihan even makes her servants creep instead of playing. For those who had served Jihan for many years, such a calm demeanor was extremely incompatible with her master. They will even feel relieved if Jihan yells, curses, and babysits them. Most likely the change in Jihan's attitude was due to bad news that Murat delivered an hour ago.

Yes, an hour ago Murat disbanded the dancers who were entertaining Jihan, and without further ado said something that Jihan hated the most. Jihan no longer has Haala's weakness because Haala's sister who has miraculously returned can speak. And Braheim, looks like he's starting to like Haala. Because when Braheim likes someone, he will not hesitate to joke.

"Tribe wanderer? What kind of joke is that? How old does he think he is to believe a fairy tale?" Jihan moved from her backrest and began to touch the dish.

"Please speak, Your Majesty."

"Say," Jihan replied to her personal servant.

"Hamba heard first the head of the harem manager had met with a traveling tribe. His memory was erased, but He still remembers everything until now."

Jihan stopped her preoccupation of stirring the soup. "What do you mean?"

"Please speak, Your Majesty."

Jihan nodded at her other personal servants. "According to the fairy tale, those who get help from the wandering tribe will be instantly erased his memory. It was done so that they would not become disbelievers to God" Jihan's servant added.

Jihan threw her tablespoon. "Bring the head of the harem and, Haala Anandmayee's sister to my face right now."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty." Private waitress Jihan compactly bowed respectfully before missing from behind Jihan's room door.