Kean Hanum
Episode nineteen

The cry of a child's longing for his family can no longer be dammed. Hanum cries in Virdha's arms. So does Virdha who misses her daughter so much.

Ali hugged Hanum and Amira. Only Kaif can't hug or even touch. They're in-laws and not mahrams. When Hanum understood halal and haram he regretted his stupidity first. He used to teach but only just know and consider it a natural thing.

"We want to talk to our daughter, Abah. I asked permission to take him, is it okay?" ali said after hugging his son for a while and again sat in honor of the host.

Abah nodded, "of course, Mr. Ali, please. May it be a good thing for Mr. Ali to be with the family." Abah nodded at Hanum who had turned his head like he was saying objections.

Abah and Umi led them to the gate. For from there they must walk up to the big road where the car they drive at the intersection there.

Hanum was invited to a restaurant. Upon arrival there they were immediately greeted by the waiter and escorted to a special room to maintain privacy because Amira had pre-ordered through the application.

The awkward atmosphere was so pronounced for the first meeting after three years of separation.

"Papa never thought that you would enter a boarding school, son." Ali started the conversation. "When you know that, Papa will definitely find you here. While you're here you're okay?" Ali looked at her daughter who looked different. If Hanum used to raise his head more now it's more down. In the past, his clothes were just clothes, but now there is no aura. From head to toe, Hanum closes except for the face and palms.

"I'm doing fine. Even very good."

"We miss you, son," said Virdha reaching out and holding her son's hand, "Mama is desperate not to find you. Mama's afraid we can't see each other again when mom hasn't had time to say sorry." Virdha again could not help crying.

Hanum nodded back at the grasp of his mother's hand. The left hand is used to wipe the wet corner of the eye. He really misses this woman. A woman who always understands herself.

"I'm sorry Hanum thought short that day, Ma. Not not going back, Hanum must have come home but I don't know when. Hanum misses Mama too. Missing mama's arms, sleeping in mama's lap. All of that is the thing that Hanum always cries when he misses mama." Hanum smiled amidst the unraveling maya water.

Virdha grabbed Hanum's shoulder. Hugged him back tightly. She knew how devastated Hanum was that day, yet she had no steps like her husband Ali. His steps are limited by the sentence you are a wife who must obey a husband if you want to get his Ridho.

"I'm sorry, Num. We didn't understand your position at the time" Amira said, hugging Hanum, who was sitting between herself and her mother.

There was a relieved smile on Ali's face let alone Kaif when Hanum finally met them. Kaif did not speak, but from the look in her eyes she seemed to have a silent purpose. I don't know what it is.

A waiter approached them to deliver the menu. Virdha and Amira both let go of a hug on Hanum. They ordered food for lunch even though lunch time was too late.

Such an awkward atmosphere made Hanum not talk much. He simply enjoyed the food the waiter had served. Responding occasionally to questions posed to him. Virdha asked the most questions about the growth and development of her son Hanum.

After eating, Hanum returned to the rented house and refused to go home with them to the last house he stepped on was three years ago.

"Go home and bring your son. She's your granddaughter, and she should know that you're her grandmother." Virdha hugged the child before getting into the car. Kaif and Amira had entered first while Ali had just returned after making the payment.

"Papa wants to talk to you both, can you?" Ali looked at her doubtful daughter. Naturally, because all this time they have never been close. The difference between the two always happens. "Bring this to the son, papa wants to meet him."

"If you can't now, Pa. I have to go home, worried that Mom is waiting for me at home. Tomorrow or the day after?" reply Hanum held haru when snah dad finally asked the fetus that once yak he ever wanted.

"Ok, I'll let you know Papa. Be careful on the road if you don't want to come home. Say hello to your son, take him home. Papa wait." Ali rubbed Hanum's head covered in a veil and hugged and kissed Kening.

Hanum. His father's attitude is much different from the attitude of separation. He had no choice but to reply. His heart warmed even more when Ali whispered an apology.

***

"Not too late to go home. Many activities?" kean asked to pause the activity that was repairing the motor. I don't know whose bike it is that Hanum obviously doesn't know.

Hanum sat on the bench in front of Kean's house, put the bag down and straightened his legs, "no, it was just lunch time with them."

"They're who?" Kean turned his head and obviously he could see the rest of the tears on Hanum's face.

"Whose bike is this?" Hanum turned the question.

"The owner of the contract said it had been almost a month not road. I happen to be a hobby and understand a little about mechanics, try it first. Much more than a snoring." Kean resumed his work.

"Sabil ibam is not heavy? Why don't you sleep at home."

"So he was fussy, yes already carried aja. Uh sleep-tau. With the wind she was in," Kean chuckled.

Motorcycle owners and contract owners approached them. In his hand was carrying coffee brewed inside a plastic cup as well as some snacks for Kean. "Copy first, Kang. How can it be fixed, Kang? I was going to take it to the workshop but I haven't had time to continue."

"Much to replace, sir. But let's see if this can or won't happen. Yes if you do not have to be brought to the experts," reply Kean tried to turn on the motor. Not immediately on fire because it is a lot of damage, tried again and again until finally it can.

***

A plate of rice and side dishes were delivered by Hanum to Kean's house after he finished cooking. He no longer minded sharing food with Kean, after all Kean did not just ride a meal. There was kindness that man did especially to Ibam.

Kean, who had just finished his bath and was wearing shorts while his half-body had yet to put on anything, immediately ran towards the door when he heard a knock.

"Astagfirullah," cried Hanum when he saw the upper body belonging to Kean who still looks athletic mekipun just recovered from illness. "Pake a shirt first!"

"I'm sorry." Kean returned to the room to pick up his top clothes. Wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt that scored arm muscles as well as wet hair that had not been tidied up, Kean looked so dazzling. Making Hanum's eyes fixate for a few seconds before he turned away.

"What's up, Ma'am?" Despite seeing the tray in Hanum's hand and containing food, Kean still asked. Though he could already guess the purpose and purpose of the woman before him.

"Just want this, let's not eat at home anymore." Hanum thrust out the tray he had been holding since earlier.

"Why can't you eat at Hanum's house again? Afraid of falling in love, or is it?" Kean played an eyebrow to tease Hanum. Rancid attitude and self-confidence are sometimes annoying when I've been.

"Dream," Hanum replied indifferently immediately turning around to hide the heat on the cheeks. Especially when you see Kean glancing sucks like just now.

"Don't lie, I know the meaning of the red hue on your cheek. Admit it."

Hanum screeched, immediately entered and closed the door of his house. The hand that covered the new face was removed when it was already standing in front of the washbasin.