Kenan's Destiny
Killing the Thugs

The cry of a little girl did not disturb the young man's sleep. His hands were still hugging the body of the younger brother, while his head was leaning against the wall. A breeze blew up behind the blanket that wrapped around the small body. His face frowned, before long the eyelids opened and the darkness he found.

The little girl moved, staring at Kenan's face.

"Sister! Wake up, it's dark" he said, waking Kenan from a deep sleep.

"Sister!" He shook the hand that was holding his body. Kenan frowned, he moved his head before opening his eyes. Darkened.

"It's night?" his murmured while lowering his gaze at Kiran who was still in the lap.

"How are you doing, baby? Still dizzy?" tanyanya while gently rubbing the sister's hair.

The little girl nodded and sat down. Kenan also stood by to close the open window. Lighting the lights illuminated his room while remaining gloomy.

"Are you hungry?" Kiran nodded her head.

"But Aunt forbade us to eat. There must be no food at the dinner table" Kiran said languidly.

Know very well, if there is a ban to eat, of course, there will be no food at the dinner table even if only a few grains of rice. Kenan rubbed his sweaty damp hair. The fever that had attacked him earlier this afternoon had gone down, and Kiran's face no longer paled as before she had slept.

"You wait for Brother here, Brother will buy food for us" said Kenan. He opened the cupboard and took the money he had saved there.

The money he slips every time he earns a salary from a restaurant. That's enough to buy food when Bibi doesn't feed her.

"Remember, don't leave the room. Stay here until Brother returns," Kenan said, obediently embraced by his sister.

He rushed out of the room, picked up a bicycle and pedaled it towards a nearby food stall. The situation has begun to quiet because the night is almost at its peak. He who was tired, fell asleep until he did not know the day had changed.

"Ah, fuck! It's closed," he said grumpily. Forced to go further afield despite his heart's worry for Kiran, who is left alone.

Luckily, the shop is still open. He pulled the bike over, entered the food stall to order. Instantly, the fur of the romance brimmed gets a sharp gaze from the food buyers there.

All of them are big and sturdy men. The four of them with tattoos on their hands. Kenan glanced at their plate, a pile of food filling it.

"I'm sorry, I just want to buy rice here" he said as he approached the seller who looked terrified. The look on his face was tense, sweaty circles splattered on his face. Maybe he was intimidated. Kenan glanced at the four people who had already gone back to devouring their food.

"Thank you" Kenan said after receiving the order. He frowned as the seller slipped a piece of paper in hand, wordlessly, only a gesture from the weak nod of his head that seemed to plead.

Kenan smiled, then came out to his bike. The shop is not quiet, on the right and left lined with other shophouses that have partly closed.

Opposite him is a public transportation terminal that is always crowded with people. Maybe the four people were thugs and often made a rowdy there. Kenan pedaled a bicycle, not far from the stall earlier he stopped to read the contents of the paper inserted by the owner of the stall earlier. He was just a weak and helpless middle-aged man.

"Please, son. The people who ate it were thugs. They blackmailed me and ate never pay. Help me!"

As soon as the writing in the paper. Kenan squeezed it firmly and threw it into the fireplace made by the people on the side of the road. He was furious, for the sake of humanity Kenan waited for the thugs in the quiet streets not far from the rice stall earlier.

The sound of broken plates and table breaks could be heard by Kenan's ears. He was getting furious, had eaten for free asking for money anyway. Then, destroy the property. Such people should be taught a lesson. Although their bodies were bigger than him, Kenan was not afraid at all.

His blood rippled, roiling hot. It triggered the strength within his body to rise up and react. Kenan stood in the street as the four men came out of the stall.

The owner of the stall peeked, he was worried to see Kenan's small and thin body had to fight the big thugs. He regretted asking the young man for help. The intention is that Kenan ask for help from anyone, not do it alone.

"God! Snot boy! Pee still in your pants, you know what you are?" sniped one of them. Looking down on Kenan's thin, dry body that blocked their path.

"But wait why do you know our job? Blackmailing in the area here .. oh, I know. It must have been the shop owner who told you, yes," he continued giving a strange grin to Kenan.

The owner of the stall rushed inside and locked the door and the curtains quickly before one of the thugs came to him.

"From anywhere, your actions cannot be justified. You better find a good job and stop blackmailing the merchants here!" Kenan gave me advice.

The more furious the four heard it.

"Much talk! Finish the boy! Don't give him mercy despite begging and wailing!" tell the biggest man.

They went forward in turn, to beat up Kenan. One fist Kenan received right on his face. However, before landing the big hand was held Kenan firmly.

He squeezed it, screaming the man closed his ears.

Bugh!

Kenan gave a punch right in the heart. The food that had just entered his stomach, all spewed out. Here is the clear liquid that comes gushing out.

"Bad!" The other two men blocked Kenan's right and left hands. So strong that Kenan did not dwell on making it. Seeing one of their comrades grimacing while holding onto the stomach, their chief grew even more wrathful.

"What can you do now? It could be your ability, too," he said, sneering at Kenan's mocking lips.

The skinny young man rebelled, writhing trying to escape from the check of the two. Kenan lifted the body, kicking the man who was about to give a punch to him to the back while turning the body to release his two imprisoned hands.

The double!

He kicked both of them to fall down on the man Kenan kicked earlier. He approached, stepping on the hands of one of them until a deafening scream came out.

"From today, wherever you make a fuss, there I will come to stop!" Kenan raised his feet high. Down it with one powerful enough punch.

"ARGHH!" The sound of screams came back louder than before.

"Agod! Please forgive us. It hurts!" their screams wail.

"As you say, there's no mercy in lamenting. I forgive you just for this one time." Kenan took off his leg.

He turned around and left the lonely road on a bicycle. Pedalling quickly, Kiran had been waiting for him for a very long time. He was worried something happened to his sister.

"Agot!"

"Kira!"