THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 64

"You don't need to worry, Your Majesty. The soldiers will protect you until the situation is safe again. Then I beg you to resign." Firdoos bowed to Jihan.

"Can't you stay?"

"The servant must go, Your Majesty. Servants must join Kumari Kamdam's fighting force."

Jihan was silent, looking disappointed. "Maybe you want to participate? Because even if it is only one person, it will be very helpful in winning the war," Firdoos added.

Jihan was still silent, still disappointed. "Then stay here, Your Majesty. It's also a safe place. But if you find the rain starting to fall, go to that place."

"I understand. Come back safely. I'll wait for you wherever it is."

Firdoos smiled, then bowed back. "Long live, and blessed is always the month of Kumari Kandam."

Jihan was still looking far in that direction, in the direction where the chariot of Phirdos was lost in the morning mist. Jihan's tears slowly trickled down, as she was successfully provoked by a bad premonition. A bad feeling about Firdoos who will never return safely. Jihan's tears began to trickle down, as her bad premonition slowly began to be replaced by happy memories a few days ago.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"What a surprise, Your Majesty. With whom did you learn these kinds of things?"

Jihan laughed in response to Firdoos. "Stop speaking formally to me. That sounds ridiculous."

Firdoos laughed. "Would you believe me if I said you were my first and last customer while I was working at 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 laughed again. "That's right."

"I'd guess. But that's the truth. Every day I keep waiting for you. Until I was finally fired and became a vagabond."

Jihan looked up at Firdoos. "Then?"

"Then I went looking for you to ask for a little food."

"Basic. Answer it right."

"I really went looking for you. But how could a homeless person like me meet the queen of this continent? The problem is that you're not the queen. You are you. A reckless girl who only brought thirty-two gold coins to make love to me."

"You said you were a Jyostishee*. Does that mean you know I'm just a fake queen?"

Jyostishee*a future fortune teller who comes from Narak region.

Firdoos lowered his head, returning Jihan's gaze. "Yes. When I first met you, I knew everything."

"Why don't you save me?"

"I did, didn't I?"

"Our destiny was made that way. I was dying after being hit by a horse-drawn carriage. Then he came to me and offered me a deal. I lend my body for his needs, he lends his strength for mine."

"Your needs?"

Firdoos. "His strength can make me recover, and I need to keep recovering until my task is done."

"What kind of task?"

"The duty to help His Majesty the King and to save you."

Jihan quiet. His heart began to feel like it was being tickled. "Damn?"

Spontaneous Jihan looked up again, because it was the first time Firdoos mentioned her name. "You can atone for all your sins through this war" Firdoos added.

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"Yes. I'll make it up to you. Even if the bad premonition is true, at least we will die together" Jihan murmured.

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The last few days the atmosphere in Kumari Kandam has been very strange. The strangeness is clearly a sign of something happening. Whether it's a good thing or the other way around. But judging from the clues nature gave us through the moody sky, the calm wind, and the non-existent flock of ravens passing by, isn't that clearly a sign for something bad?

The people hidden in a safe place never for a second stop saying this and that prayer. Even Haala who never for a moment tired of staring at the sky, waiting for the message of the victory of Kumari Kandam. Everyone was scared, and impatient. They were afraid that the war would actually happen, but they were also impatient to see Gaana executed.

And that day, their fear reached its peak. Finally Gaana showed her nose, accompanied by millions of supernatural creatures that look very impossible to topple. Three fireworks were hurriedly shot into the air, as Braheim put his head covering back on. The war would begin, after the two commanders made small talk of greeting.

"Where do your eyes look, son?"

"Eitherway. Should I ask my concubines to lend you clothes? Or should I go naked?" reply Bheim to Gaana.

Gaana laughs. "really alluring. Just like your father."

"How can you say that before you see me naked?"

Gaana laughed again. "From that, I was very disappointed. You seem to underestimate me. If that's all the troops you have, I won't have to bother to get them to work together. Ka-"

"Not only that" braheim said.

"What?"

"Ah, it seems like only I can see them."

"Omong empty what's ka-"

"Should I show them to draw your words?" sela Bheim again.