Kean Hanum
Epoisode eleven

After making the man quite unable to escape, Kean took him to Hans' place. But it's not a good place there. Especially so close to Hanum's house. It could be that the person did something that made people suspicious of Kean.

"Bro, him?" Hans looked at Kean questioningly over the person he was carrying in a weak lying state.

"Lo's right, he's around here somewhere. I got him because he's always watching over Hanum's house."

"Keep now?"

Kean glanced at the watch which showed it was still at two in the morning.

"We're going to take him and it's still night."

Kean took them to his apartment which he already knew was not occupied. They left in Leela's car Kean borrowed.

"Angir, you know what I am from yesterday-yesterday crammed in here shackles," Hans protested as the apartment door opened. Indeed there is more privacy, it seems the police will not be easy to track Hans whereabouts if no one sees and reports.

"Sorry, don't think" Kean replied casually and pulled the man with his mouth bandaged and hands tied.

"Bro I don't know the reason why you're looking for this guy to that extent. Is it because he's terrorizing Hanum or something else?"

Ever since Hans was asked to find this guy he's never been told why. Now the man is in front of them.

Kean did not answer and chose to wake the man up. "Don't pretend to faint, I know you're sober. Anybody faints but his feet can tread to the floor can also walk."

Hans laughed at Kean's words. The person was still in the same position, not responding at all.

"Don't he die" Hans said.

"Where are the dead still breathing." Both of them were still waiting for the person to wake up but half an hour waited for no results.

"Ken, you're looking for Hanum's son." Hans told me about Ibam who looked glum when there was no Kean yesterday. Including about the boy waiting for Kean on the front porch of the house.

Kean looked up then got up and asked Hans to help him move the unconscious person.

"Let her in this room until I get back. You can be trusted, can't you, Hans?" Kean looked at Hans who nodded. "Lo doesn't need to know anything that's none of your business until I tell you myself. Feed this person if they are aware. Don't let him starve to death."

Kean left them to return to Hanum's place. She wondered if Ibam was really looking for her. The smile on Kean's lips was painted so beautifully. Rarely does the man smile like he does now.

At the rest area, Kean paused for a moment. Placed buying some food and also toys for Ibam. If it is not wrong to guess the child must be happy with his presence. A hanum? let's see it later.

The day was already bright when Kean arrived at his destination. After fixing the jacket covering his head he went down to pick up a souvenir for Ibam.

A coincidence that either because of fate or Kean faucet has calculated this will happen. They cross paths on the road as Hanum is about to leave for work.

"She, it's Om Ken." Ibam exclaimed in excitement he even ran first to approach Kean.

"Haaaaiii, nyariin om not yesterday?" tanya Kean was immediately embraced by Ibam. He also glanced at Hanum but the woman immediately turned her face away.

"Look what Om brought to Ibam." Kean pulled out what was a few minutes ago sounded behind the body

"Waaah toys, stuffy. All for me?" tanyanya polo's.

"For mother dong. Aren't you, Bun?"

Hanum did not respond to Kean's question. He pretended to be busy checking his cell phone.

"Yes?"

"Not the same as om buleh?"

"Bam, the Mother yah-" Hanum was about to remind his son but his words were interrupted by Kean first.

"No papa, Ms. Hanum. Today I am free, Ibam can play with me. Don't worry, I won't mess around. If you can cut it all out." Kean lowered his gaze on something precious to hers. Source of his future.

Hanum looked back, he shuddered as if he saw what was inside Kean's pants.

"Polite," Hanum said after taking control of himself. Seeing Ibam's gaze, Hanum was struck by a sense of dilemma. She was afraid something might happen to her son but she also felt sorry for the child.

Yesterday Hanum felt suspicious that Kean was the one who had ruined his future, but with a statement of reassurance from Kean just now he became doubtful. Not to mention about the man in the dark who was always watching him.

"Mom Hanum, good thing there's Ms. Hanum. I'm not alone late" said one of the teachers at Hanum's place. Judging from the severed roar of breath, the person was misfortune. "The show was with me."

Hanum clasped his forehead, he forgot that today he was representing another staff for a meeting. Because of Kean's friends he became a late follower.

"Yes, Ibam can be the same Om Kean but not naughty. You!" Now Hanum stared intently at Kean, "I won't hesitate to cut him if something bad happens to my son."

"Ready," Kean replied, then saluted the military. The Hanum.

***

In the afternoon when Hanum came home, Ibam already looked neat and clean. Besides that, it is also handsome and cheerful.

"Yes." The boy waved his hand from the porch of his house. Kean himself chose to be inside the house but was still watching him.

"Waaahhh mother's son is very fragrant. Shower already?" asked Hanum after previously saying his regards.

The boy answered and told her that he was invited to play, fed and bathed by Kean. He looks cheerful when telling stories makes Hanum turn to Kean who is also looking at him.

"So right, check it out" Kean said as if he could guess what Hanum had in mind. That's not what Hanum thinks.

Kean's phone screen shimmered indicating an incoming message. Gegas Kean checked it out and then said goodbye to Hanum after reading the contents of his message. Once again Kean turned to Hanum and gave a smile before actually leaving.

***

Kean arrived an hour later at his apartment after getting a message from Hans telling him that the person Kean was brackets had already built.

Kean entered alone and once again asked Hans not to find out what he was doing. A violent expression was clearly visible on Kean's face as the door opened. But that person also seemed not to want to lose. He returned Kean's gaze with a cynical look. It even spat on Kean's face as he crouched down.

"Woooow," exclaimed Kean as if he was witnessing an incredible clue.

"Lo lost, Kean. He won't go back to a cowardly man like you" said the man looking calm while enduring the pain of Kean's punches last night.

"Oh yeah?" reply Kean was no less relaxed but a cruel face remained visible on his face. Kean reached into the pocket of the man's pants and took his ponsle without a fight. Open a gallery and find a photo of a family. A photo of a woman holding her daughter at the age of Ibam. Beside him stood a man who was now facing Kean.

"Hmmm happy family. How about I'm M-E-R-U-S-A-K-N-N-Y-A," Kean said with an annoying expression that provoked the man's anger.

Various insults and dirty sentences were uttered to Kean who even laughed out loud. Kean is exactly a psychopath who can look calm and terrible at the same time.

"Wow is there still this photo?" Kean looked at the photo where he was, the woman and the person in front of him at this moment