THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 84

Ten days have passed since the departure of nomadic tribal leader Daxraj Natesh. Nothing strange, everything still goes just as monotonously. Though many people predict if nature will rampage as a martial expression. But on the contrary, the rain that all year soaked the land of Kumari Kandam began to subside. And little by little, the sun of Kumari Kandam began to show off its heat.

" ... Therefore, at the festival later this year, I want to give the opportunity to the traders in the corners to introduce the merchandise, Your Majesty."

Bheim nodded in response to the Minister of Trade, while doodling the report. "There were many merchants of cloth and jewels at the festival. Too much competition is dangerous. Then fur cloak traders are still few, but consider the long-term impact as well."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty."

"Next."

"Please, Your Majesty. This is the monthly report from the Minister of Agriculture." Murat handed a scroll to Braheim.

" ... The demand for Kaanch* is sure to increase towards the end of the year festival. I don't want any people who can't enjoy Kaanch like last year's festival. So I plan to grow sugarcane crops on a large scale from afar, Your Majesty."

Kaanch* is the main sugar cane-based confectionery that will only be found during the year-end festival. Kaanch is not sold, but must be at the dinner table during the year-end festival.

"Good idea. Do as you write here. Then talk to the Minister of Finance about the cost of sugar cane fertilizer, "braheim replied to the Minister of Agriculture.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The Minister of Finance cleared his throat, "Please have permission to speak, Your Majesty."

Braheim simply nodded while giving the scroll of the report he had finished reading to Murat.

"The price of one bag of sugarcane plant fertilizer is equivalent to ten medium crates of gold stems. I think it's a little excessive, Your Majesty."

"I knew. I'll cover ninety-five percent of the cost, as an apology."

Murat and the Ministers looked at each other, puzzled. There's something they missed. Butwhat? What did they miss to the point that the number one person in Kumari Kandam apologized?

"I know there are some of our people who couldn't enjoy Kaanch at last year's festival. I already have a solution. But because of too much trouble, I forgot about it. And without me knowing this year's festival is in sight" added Braheim.

Murat and the Ministers were still looking at each other, still confused. Is there really a solution to a problem that almost unthinkable solutions? Even if all the ministers have taken out all their heads?

"There are many Chhed* in Kumari Kandam. I think there's still room to save Kaanch's plate for the festival in the coming year. Right?"

Chhed* is a well that has very clear water, does not recede even in the dry season, and can store food and drinks for dozens of years without making it stale.

Spontaneous Murat and the Ministers nodded compactly while smiling in awe at Braheim.

"Next."

"The monthly report from the Minister of Agriculture is the last, Your Majesty," Murat replied.

"really? Then I'll close today." Bheim.

The ministers went on as they bowed to Braheim, "Long live, and blessed always, the sun Ku-"

"Ah. There's something I want to ask you, "Braheim said as he sat back in his chair, followed by the Ministers. "What does the woman whose husband has just died think of the man who suddenly invites her to marry?"

Murat shook his head concealing his crimson face. Unlike Murat who had heard the question from Braheim, the Ministers had only heard it for the first time. They understood who the woman and man Braheim meant. Who else if not Haala and Braheim himself. But who was the other man who died? The Ministers did not care, and chose to use the opportunity to again urge Bheim to find a new candidate for the queen.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Servant agrees. Princess Gaurika Chander is the best candidate. Kind-hearted, social-minded, and plus a Jyostishee*. Perfect," the Minister of Social Affairs said to the Minister of Law.

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

Murat shook his head again, after seeing the change in the look of Braheim's eyes. Chess. Yep. That could protect the ears of the Ministers from the unscrupulous words of Braheim at the moment, was really just a chessboard. "I'm sorry, but soon King Garjan will come to Ya-"

"King Garjan? Ah, I should see him too, Counselor. I want to ask you about the reason that I have not sent the water flea medicine that I asked for since two weeks ago," the Minister of Health said.

"Will King Hathelee also come before His Majesty the King? I also wanted to ask him something because my letter was not answered by him. About Kumari Kandam and Hathelee's talented exchange student meeting. I told you about it pa-"

Bheim interrupted the Minister of Education as he turned his chair against the window. "Garjan, Hathelee and Padachihn no longer work with Kumari Kandam."

Suddenly, this question filled the meeting room. The Ministers scrambled for an explanation from Braheim. But Bheim was silent, really not desiring to say a word. Murat finally took the initiative, before everyone in the room was sentenced to death for involuntarily moving before being ordered. The situation was immediately back to conducive, after Murat kicked the table.

"You all here are people of high dignity, so please take care of that. The servant will replace His Majesty the King to explain the situation."

Starting from the death of Daxraj Natesh, the birth of Devraaj Narvinder to the eight continents that are divided into pro, counter and neutral camps, Murat explained without anyone being missed. As Braheim said, the Garjan Continent, Hathelee and Padachihn no longer cooperated with Kumari Kandam because they were counter camps. While the Shushk and Lagaam Continents are included in the neutral camp.

" ... Then the remaining three continents including Kumari Kandam are pro strongholds" Murat said.

"Why then is the reason we're divided again, Counselor?"

Murat turned to Braheim, before answering asked the Minister of Defense. "The leader of the wandering tribe died after passing on his power to the son. But his son is predicted not to be able to control his power, because the only one who can teach it is only the leader of the wandering tribe ...."

The facial features of that group of dignified people instantly turned as pale as a corpse. Bodies that were tossed in the sea of ice for days. Bluest.

" ... King Garjan, King Hathelee and King Padachihn agreed to expel Commander Haala following his son and a nomadic tribe. While His Majesty the King, King Arshaq Zamir and King Jvaala, chose to take care of the child and find him a teacher" Murat added.

"really. That's the right choice. We have to take care of the boy. Because as the late wandering tribe leader said, he will become a hero in the future war of destruction."

"You forgot the most important part here. The boy cannot control his power" the Minister of Law told the Defense Minister.

"Wouldn't His Majesty the King along with King Arshaq Zamir and King Jvaala be looking for a teacher for the boy? That's a good idea. Nothing is impossible. The child who had just been born was just a piece of white paper."

The Planning Minister shook his head in response to the Social Minister. "Then what if we instead find a teacher for a child who will eventually really become an enemy?"

"Enough."

One word that echoed with pressure instantly restored the atmosphere that should have been created in the meeting room. Slowly, Braheim turned his chair back to the meeting table.

"Tell me one mistake while I'm wearing this." Brahim pointed at the crown on his head. "If there is. I'm willing to do whatever you want. Be it marrying Princess Gaurika Chander, re-establishing cooperation with Garjan, Hathelee as well as Padachihn, or even expelling Haala Anandmayee following her son and the nomadic tribe."

There's no answer. The Ministers were only compactly looking down at the tip of their respective footwear. Bheim and error are like two magnets that can never be found at the ends. Let alone one mistake, half of it is impossible for Braheim to do. Even possessions, thrones, and women who are almost always successful make people embraced guilt alone is not able to lure Braheim's conscience.

"The matter of the queen of this continent and especially the son of Daxraj Natesh. Don't you dare interfere if you can't find one of my faults. Murat!"

Murat jumped up, but hurriedly bowed to Braheim. "Give me the command, Your Majesty."

"Prepare my chessboard."