THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 90

Sayee almost fell down, knowing the guest who came was Braheim. Without saying a word of greeting, Sayee hurriedly walked out of Haala's room. Sayee's attitude towards Braheim changed drastically from that day, when she saw Braheim's shadow bodyguard. The two-meter-high figure with its shoulders firmly crossed and the black dress of the porter following the turban, really reminds Sayee of the late leader, Daxraj Natesh.

"Saye."

Spontaneous Sayee stopped her dumbest steps, turned around full of doubt, and bowed quickly.

"I just stopped by for a while to see the state of the Vinder," added Braheim.

"Please, Your Majesty." Sayee resumed her steps, more hurriedly, shortly after Bheim disappeared from behind the door.

"Did you guys make it like that?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Two of Braheim's shadow bodyguards suddenly appeared.

"Reason?" ask Brahim again.

"He's dangerous, Your Majesty."

"He was just protecting his master. Just like you guys protected me. Honestly, I like it. He's a suitable person to be next to Haala."

There was no reply from Braheim's shadow bodyguards, both of whom were merely following Braheim who was now walking towards Vinder's bed. Seen from under the covers, Vinder is awake, yet somehow can be so calm. Bheim gently touched Vinder's forehead, confirming the veracity of the royal physician's report on the condition of the baby boy who had fully recovered. Turns right. Vinder fever is completely gone, even sneezing and coughing that is heartbreaking.

"Are my feelings only or is he looking at you?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The shadow guard Braheim still compactly replied.

"so apparently. It's not strange if it's Daxraj Natesh's son. But don't you think he's too calm? Could it?"

"No, Your Grace. He can talk."

"Thank God." Bheim touched the tip of Vinder's nose, making his small, rounded lips as if looking at a milk bottle. "Will he really be a threat in the future?"

Silent. Again and again. Every time Braheim asked that, his two guards seemed to instantly fuse with silence. Even so Bheim was reluctant to curse, let alone force. Learning from the past, when his shadow bodyguards also chose to silence when questioned about Daxraj Natesh, their silence is a good sign.

"I already know the answer." Bheim turned to look for Haala after fixing Vinder's blanket. "Ah, there it seems."

It was seen Haala was watching his combat troops being trained by the deputy, Aswin Nadeem. Spontaneous Braheim held back his laughter, looking at the look on Haala's face that looked very upset. That's vivid. Which leader will not be upset when he learns that his combat troops, known for decades as strong as shields, are now warming up like women dancing a heartbreak dance.

Braheim's laughter escaped. "I can't help it anymore."

"Long live, and blessed always, is the sun of Kumari Kandam."

Brahim is still laughing. "You seem to want to jump from here and hit the head of Aswin and your combat troops."

"Ah. Yep. You are right, Your Majesty," said Haala.

"It's been a long time since I last laughed after this." Bheim rubbed the corners of his watery eyes. "Rather than that, how do you feel seeing them?"

"Hamba is very concerned, Your Majesty."

"Why?"

"Because if you send them to the battlefield, their chances of winning will not reach forty percent."

Brahim laughed again. "So should I send them to the stage for the festival later this year?"

Haala turned to Braheim, and laughed at the same time.

"Aswin saw me a few days ago."

Haala nodded in response to Braheim. "Hamba expected it, Your Majesty. Now or ten more years, he will definitely meet you. What does he say about self-esteem?"

"true." Braheim's view looked far away. Recalling his conversation with Aswin that day.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"It's about the return of Commander Haala, Your Majesty," Aswin told Braheim.

Aswin was silent for a moment, clearly visible if he was having trouble stringing words. "Hamba is also another who has great respect for Commander Haala, because of his amazing abilities. But we would rather resign than be led by a woman, Your Majesty."

Bheim changed his silence, because he was sure that a man of his age had not finished expressing everything that passed in his mind.

" ... We have long since forced ourselves, Your Majesty. Really, our pride as a man is like being smeared with dirt. Please forgive this, Your Majesty. I hope you understand."

* FLASHBACK OFF*

"Then, what answer did you give, Your Majesty?"

Bheim sighed. "I haven't given him an answer to this day. How're you? What answer would you give if you were in my position?"

"Nobody can make a servant retreat from this position, Your Majesty. Whatever reason. If anyone wants this position without Yusef Bahadir's blood on his body, then all he has to do is one."

"Vinaash*."

Vinaash* is a test made by Yusef Bahadir with the belief that only his descendants can pass through it. Vinaash is not made with the intention of arrogance, because in fact dozens of ordinary people who have tried it always end up dying.

"Right, Your Majesty," Haala replied.

"That's what I've been thinking about for the past few days." Braheim glared back, and remembered. "Honestly, this kind of thing has happened in the past."

*FLASHBACK ON*

The Minister of Defense cleared his throat, "Where would you put down a man's pride if the one leading the front row of the battlefield was a woman, Your Majesty?"

"Although it has never happened in history, but we must keep the customs."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Because since hundreds of years ago, the seat of war commander Kumari Kandam only deserves to be occupied by descendants of Yusef Bahadir," said the Minister of Social Affairs.

The Minister of Law looks at the Minister of Social Affairs. "Is the daughter of former commander Kumari Kandam War who was secretly allied with the demons still able to be called appropriate? What if he follows in his father's footsteps?"

"In the opinion of the servant, anyone can become the war commander of Kumari Kandam, Your Majesty. The most important thing here is the trust of the people. Yusef Bahadir's good name is already tarnished, so there is no point in keeping the custom."

The Minister of Religious Affairs shook his head in response to the Minister of Politics. "Only because of your power has violated the custom that our ancestors and the previous Kumari Kings of Kandam have kept for hundreds of years?"

The Spontaneous Political Minister exclaimed, "What do you mean just because of power! Rather than saying useless things, think of at least one solution! How can a woman lead! And will you be responsible if the people become disobedient to His Majesty the King?"

"Enough."

The Minister of Politics hurriedly bowed to Braheim, then returned to his seat. "Please forgive the impoliteness of the servant, Your Majesty."

"I don't want to violate customs, but I also don't want people to become disobedient because of the sins committed by our former war commander. There's one solution for me."

"Give us an order, Your Majesty." The sound of the compact ministers echoed filled the magnificent meeting room.

Bheim. "Think all the way to Kumari Kandam about Vinaash. Whoever can pass through Vinaash, then he is the one who deserves the honorary seat of the commander of this continent's war."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"Rather than having to lose talented people like Aswin and Kumari Kandam's combat troops, it would be better to fire them. Although they will both lose, but at least they are still alive."

Bheim nodded at Haala. "I agree with you."

"But the servant is ready to give the servant badge if in the end they still forcefully try Vinaash. No one knows the secrets of the Gods, Your Majesty. Something could have worked."

"Then what would you do if you actually lost your badge in the end?"

Haala understood very well the meaning of Braheim's question, as well as the answer desired by the number one person in Kumari Kandam. Likewise with Braheim, he knew very well what answer would be thrown from the pale red lips. Indeed, being the Queen of Kumari Kandam is not an easy thing. Sitting reading endless reports, attending these events every day, and most add to the frustration, responding to the jealousy of the concubines.

"Hamba did not fight outside the battlefield, Your Majesty," Haala finally replied.

"Then let's assume this is really a battlefield."

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