THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 78

"Because your gestational age continues to grow, it's no wonder your legs become swollen like this." A young woman from a nomadic tribe smeared Haala's instep with oil.

"I'm fine."

"We who saw it were not okay, Madam," another young woman replied to Haala.

Haala smiled. "From that, you guys look really happy. Is there anything good besides my pregnancy?"

"Ah, that. To be honest we were happy to feel the fireplace. Especially in the weather like this."

Haala did not answer, deliberately to get an explanation for her incomprehension.

"To produce a fireplace requires several pieces of wood, and to obtain several pieces of wood must cut down at least one tree first. Cutting down a tree that doesn't hurt is tantamount to hurting."

"Because that was until before today, we lived without a fireplace. This is really our first time in our tribe."

"Yes, Madam. Food and drink as well. It's the first time our tribe's kitchen cooks other than tubers and leafy greens."

"That's because we're used to fasting. We fasted a day and were free the next."

Haala nodded. "So all this time you've only been eating tubers and green vegetables?"

"Yes, Madam. Living things other than humans we consider like siblings. Besides treating them, it means we have sinned."

"I understand. It seems I am the most sinful here."

A middle-aged woman who had just walked into the tent laughed. "Hamba has served the Madam of this tribe for four generations, and you are the friendliest, Madam. Please."

"Thank you" Haala replied as she received a glass of milk.

"Please don't worry too much, ma'am. This is not the first time. These children are the unborn. If we speak of sin, do we not also sin by feeling this fireplace?"

Spontaneous Haala laughed back at the middle-aged woman, Sayee. According to Sayee who claimed to have served the mistress of the wandering tribe for four generations, only in the leadership of Daxraj Natesh was the fireplace lit. Though at that time there was one of the mistress leaders of the wandering tribe who also conceived in the middle of the rainy season. But still the fireplace was never lit, even once.

Because the sin of hunting animals for nine months alone is very heavy borne. What if you cut down a tree for the same amount of time? Not to mention that the leader of the wandering tribe bore not only one sin but also the sins of all those who participated in the hunt. Imagine how to make it up? Will it be enough until before the next one is born?

Sayee said this was the first time she had seen love in the leader's eyes. While the four leaders who have gone home, only consider their mistress each as an angel of death that brings death through his successor. It is different from Daxraj. In order to make Haala comfortable, Daxraj not only hunts sheep and camel eggs every day but also cuts down high-quality trees.

"How, Sayee?"

"Hamba still not enough. The weather's too cold. Sooner or later the lady will definitely get hypothermia like the others. If only the rain could calm him down a little."

"It's not the rain that should calm her down, Sayee. But he's."

Is correct. Not the rain, but he. Who else is he talking about here if not Braheim Bhaavesh. Soon Daxraj rushed to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam. It was seen that Bheim was practicing the sword with his shadow guard under the mighty rain. Realizing Daxraj's sudden arrival, Braheim spontaneously lost focus and dropped his sword on the ground.

"You don't read the new rules? Anyone who wants to see me must have a stamped entry permit."

"really? I belong to whoever you mean that to?" reply Daxraj to Braheim.

"Your Majesty."

Spontaneous Braheim stopped his activity of drying his hair, and looked suspiciously at Daxraj.

"His Majesty Braheim Bhaavesh" Daxraj added.

"Why do I feel like I'm hearing insults. Whahuh? Why?"

"In addition to the almighty power, I am also endowed with eternal life. Until I meet my woman, until I leave all the power to my successor, no one can subvert me."

"What?"

"I know the successor of the new nomadic tribe leader was able to receive power over the age of three. So, Your Highness, can you calm yourself down until that designated period of time?"

Braheim made no sound, but slowly turned to Daxraj, looking at him.

Daxraj returned Braheim's gaze. "Because it is not you who will be with him in the life to come, Your Majesty."

Bheim looked at Daxraj's sturdy back, which began to shrink from his sight, as he digested Daxraj's last words, which grew louder and louder. A faint smile rang on Braheim's handsome face, as well as Daxraj, when gradually the intense rain turned into a friendly drizzle. Good news for Kumari Kandam who has regained his sun, but not with his moon.

" ... At least do something. Two weeks won't be felt for people who worry like us, will they?"

"Your Majesty the King has made his decision."

"Wantas? You're just gonna be a spectator until those two weeks are over, are you?"

"Calm down. Your Majesty the King won't touch you."

"And you think I won't touch her either?"

"What do you mean?"

"For me marriage is a second life, Murat. Although it's nothing more than a political marriage, you think I would agree to live it like that? When a man has sworn an oath on my soul and body, I am his, and vice versa, he is mine."

Murat fell silent, showing the mimic of his face that was like being struck by lightning.

"Since you have no intention of doing anything, then I'll assume you let me go."

"No. Wait, Chadna."

Princess Chadna, the future queen-elect of the Chamakadaar Continent was reluctant to stop her steps, but Murat's tight embrace, held her back very strongly.

"I love you" Murat added.

Spontaneous Princess Chadna turned around, looking at Murat. "Then do something."

Murat nodded. "I'll think of a way. I promise."