THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 8

There were dozens of servants hurriedly cleaning the broken tools on the floor. They were worried if the fragment hurt the sole of his master's foot. While their master, Jihan, seemed to be sitting at the mouth of the window with a gasp of breath. Queen Kumari Kandam was tired, because since her return from the eastern palace, she had been constantly shouting while throwing all the tools at any place.

Four hours ago Jihan went to the eastern palace to meet Braheim, but true what Murat said, she only ended up being expelled. Jihan's anarchy continued, until Braheim appeared and stood his back to the eastern palace gate. Jihan ran for joy, thinking Braheim was finally willing to meet her. However, the dozens of arrows that were pointing at Jihan made Jihan's gleeful steps instantly melt.

Without showing his face, Braheim told Jihan that tomorrow his head would be cut off in the city square on the grounds of not obeying his decision as ruler of Kumari Kandam. Jihan immediately fell to her feet, as the gate of the eastern palace was closed by the guards. Jihan did not expect that the words would come out of the mouth of the man she had been married to seventeen years.

Jihan nibbled on her fingernails muttering, "And it was she who should have met me and explained the reason for the night with Haala."

"Please speak, Your Majesty."

Jihan did not answer nor looked at her personal servant. "The head of the harem manager has arrived" the waiter added.

"Long live, and be bound always, the month of Kumari Kandam."

Spontaneous Jihan turned to Leyla who was now bowing behind her. "Do you remember what we talked about at our meeting the other day?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Leyla replied.

Jihan walked over to Leyla. "Everything?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I still remember everything."

"What am I asking?" ask Jihan again.

"You asked about the nomads."

Jihan stopped her steps. "Ah, so your memory is not erased. Or, was it intentionally not deleted? Butwhy? Rather than that, it means that the wandering tribe really exists in this world."

Everyone in the room was silent, only looking down while occasionally glancing towards Jihan who was now pacing back and forth. If they knew that at this time Jihan was afraid, afraid of the presence of the nomads who would have been on Haala's side. Where that means, Jihan's chances of getting rid of Haala will be even smaller. But Jihan is reluctant to give up, and returns to formulate a crazy plan.

"What in the fairy tale is mentioned how to meet a tribe of nomads?"

"No, Your Grace. They only come of their own free will" Leyla replied.

Jihan snapped, "It's so selfish. Butbut wait. Didn't Haala manage to find their place?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. A place that has a different time than the present."

Jihan nodded in response to Leyla. "Then just ask him to show me the place. No, that lowly woman is definitely not going to listen to my orders."

"Please have permission to speak, Your Majesty," said one of Jihan's personal servants.

"Say quick."

"Hamba heard the royal physician made many potions for interrogation purposes. And one of the potions he had could make anyone obedient" the maid explained.

Jihan's loud laughter suddenly burst into the room with the most dazzling illumination. Even to make the horses down there wake up and compact cursing the bad habits of Jihan. Jihan moved on, coding all her personal servants to get out. Now only Jihan and Leyla are left in that Shisha*-scented room. Jihan still occasionally laughed, making Leyla even more nervous.

Shisha* is a Middle Eastern method of smoking using tubes containing water, bowls, pipes, and hoses. In the tube there is a special tobacco that is heated and added flavorings or aromas, such as fruits.

"Your daughter died drowning in a lake, didn't she?"

Leyla was silent for a moment. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"You must have suffered so much for missing him. It's so sorry."

Leyla was silent. Trying to hold back the crying. "What if I bring your beloved daughter back to life?" ask Jihan again.

Spontaneous Leyla raised her head. "I just need to meet the wandering tribe and get them on my side. If it works, I can order them to make any potions, right? Like a potion that can revive the dead. Isn't that impossible?"

Leyla was silent. His tongue is thick. "So, who are you going to side with, Leyla Rahsheda?"

"Give me the order, Your Majesty," Leyla replied at last.

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It appears a middle-aged man is busy disarming Saree* which is wrapped around the body of a young woman. No matter how many soulful kisses landed on her silky skin, the young lady just tried not to make a sound. The middle-aged man who was none other than a royal healer, seemed to enjoy the treats of the heaven of the world that was now lying free in the middle of his bed.

*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*.

Saree the young woman who had been completely abandoned made both hands of the royal physician more freely touch each curve of her body. The royal physician did not take heart even though the young woman threw away her face, she was just engrossed in spoiling her tongue and fingers. The young woman who had been holding back the spirit-enhancing voice soon gave up, and now did not hesitate to make a sound when her sensitive parts were provoked.

The young woman did not expect that the old man who had occupied her body for an hour ago still remembered how to make love, even how to fly his loving partner to nirvana. The young woman who felt she had reached the limit involuntarily begged the royal physician to immediately tear her crown apart. The royal physician was widened, and happily obeyed the young woman's pinta which by itself widened both of her legs.

"It seems that I did a lot of good until God gave me Queen Kumari Kandam" the royal physician continued.

Yes, the young woman who is now a royal physician is Queen Kumari Kandam, Jihan. An hour ago Jihan came to the royal physician, and forcefully asked for the concoction of the conqueror. The famous fifty-two-year-old physician rejected Jihan's request for fear of death. Various lure has been offered, but the actual lure that the healer wants turned out to be Jihan herself.

And so Jihan finally ended up being stuttered by the royal physician. Jihan has no other choice, as her passion to get rid of Haala is blazing. Jihan was willing to be led to the private room of the royal physician, and was spawning dozens of times. Jihan was reluctant at first, but a bottle of orange-colored potion that was deliberately placed on the table made Jihan unwilling to resign when her Sare was stripped.

"Two drops to keep him out for six hours. Four drops for twelve hours, and six drops for twenty-four hours." The royal physician thrust a bottle of potion at Jihan.

"Is there an after-effect?"

"Yes. He will cough up blood for about a week" the royal physician replied to Jihan.

Jihan grinned. "remarkable. What other potion can you make?"

The royal physician grinned. "Whatever banquet you're paid for."

Jihan was quiet for quite a while, thinking. "Then, make me a potion that will make people tell the truth."

"It was so easy."

Jihan did not reply, only smiling in response to the healer's confidence. Slowly the royal physician walked up to the bed, as Jihan suddenly uncovers the blanket covering her body, and re-opens her legs wide. In a seductive tone of voice, Jihan said if the healer could immediately make the potion she wanted, she would be in the room until tomorrow.

The royal physician was crushed while accepting Jihan's request. And the heat struggle both of them again shook the spacious bed. Jihan who had originally thrown away her face in disgust, was now happy to return the desireful kiss of the physician. Even the doctors' rough hands were sometimes idle, often reminding Jihan not to make the sensitive parts cold.

"He hasn't shown up yet?"

"Not yet, sir," one of the guards replied to Murat.

"Based on that crazy woman. Keep watch. Then add the guard on the roof."

"Good, Sir." Two guards bowed to Murat who had passed away leaving the royal Physician's room.

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Jihan looked up at Haala who was riding a horse with a blank look. After successfully mixing six drops of the conqueror's potion at Haala's lunch, Jihan immediately orders Haala to escort her to the nomadic tribe's residence. Haala did not answer even a nod, she just suddenly climbed onto her horse.

The journey to the residence of the wandering tribe turned out to take a very long time. Jihan was unceasingly open to see all over Haala's body that was flooded with sweat, and her lips that were extremely dry from being burned instantly by the scorching sun. While he was sitting in a luxurious horse carriage, enjoying fresh fruit drinks, and massages from his personal servants.

But the swift motion of the luxurious horse carriage wheel suddenly came to a halt. Jihan opened her eyes, yelling at the horseman she thought was incompetent. One of Jihan's personal servants called the coachman over and over again, but there was no answer. They rushed to check, and were shocked to see who was blocking their current journey.

"Who? A robber?"

"No, Your Majesty," replied one of Jihan's servants with a trembling tone of voice.

"Then?"

"That, the servant himself is not sure either, Your Majesty." The other Jihan maids chimed in with a tone of voice no less trembling.

Spontaneous Jihan was full of emotion. "What exactly are you bi-"