Marvel & Wattpad's Badang

Chapter 2

The garage belonged to the Hisham family, a modest, hardworking household with a husband, a wife, and their infant son, Badrul. Little did they know that their lives were about to change forever.

Badrul Hisham, a diligent college student, had always felt like an outsider in his own village. Bullied and ostracized by his peers, he sought solace in the solitude of his studies. His parents, Nazir and Kiah, worried about their son's loneliness but didn't know how to ease his burden. They often sat around the dinner table, exchanging concerned glances, trying to find the right words to encourage their son to open up about his troubles.

One fateful day, as Badrul returned home from college, his life took an unexpected turn. A gang of bullies cornered him, hurling insults and threats. Desperation and fear welled up inside him, and then something extraordinary happened. Badrul vanished from sight, leaving the bullies bewildered and terrified.

As the word of Badrul's inexplicable disappearance spread through the village, it became a topic of heated discussion among the villagers. They gathered in small groups, speculating about what could have happened to the young man. Some believed it was a trick, while others thought it might be the work of supernatural forces. Conversations buzzed through the market, at the tea stalls, and in the mosque. Whispers of Badrul's vanishing act even reached the ears of the village elder, Ustadh Ibrahim, who sat in his wicker chair under the ancient banyan tree, stroking his long white beard in contemplation.

In the Hisham household, his parents, Pak Tam and Mak Kiah, were frantic. They searched every inch of their small home, calling out their son's name in desperation. Tears streamed down Farah's face as she clutched a photograph of Badrul, praying for his safe return. "Please, bring our son back to us," she whispered, her voice trembling with anguish. Nazir, usually a stoic man, found himself pacing the floorboards, his fists clenched, and his thoughts consumed by worry.

Meanwhile, Badrul found himself in a place unlike any he had ever seen. It was a realm of shimmering colors and ethereal landscapes. Confused and disoriented, he stumbled upon a wise old figure, who seemed to be made of pure light.

"Who are you?" Badrul stammered, his voice trembling.

The luminous figure smiled kindly. "I am a guardian of this realm," it replied. "You are not where you once were, young one. You have been brought here for a reason."

Back in the village, the news of Badrul's disappearance reached his childhood friend, Amina. She was determined to find him, and so she began questioning the bullies who had last seen him. Amina, with her fiery determination and unwavering loyalty, had always been Badrul's closest confidante.

In hushed tones, one of the bullies confessed, "We didn't do anything to him. He just vanished into thin air!"

Amina's eyes widened in disbelief, but she knew she had to investigate further. She recruited a few other friends to help her search for clues about Badrul's mysterious disappearance. Together, they retraced Badrul's steps on that fateful day, speaking to anyone who might have seen something unusual.

As the villagers continued to speculate and search for Badrul, the Hisham family's garage remained untouched, still holding the remnants of the celestial object's crash. Its secrets were yet to be revealed, and the destiny of Badrul Hisham hung in the balance between two worlds. The villagers' curiosity grew with each passing day, and they couldn't help but wonder if the answer to Badrul's disappearance lay hidden within that unassuming garage. The village was in turmoil, its people coming together in both concern for Badrul's safety and fascination with the enigma that had landed in their midst.

After his inexplicable disappearance, Badrul sought refuge in the safety of his home. He tried to make sense of what had occurred, realizing he possessed powers beyond his comprehension.

Days turned into weeks, and Badrul experimented with his newfound abilities. He could turn invisible at will, teleport to distant locations, lift heavy objects effortlessly, and even change his size from minuscule to regular. These powers were a gift, but they also carried a great burden.

In the solitude of his home, Badrul wrestled with questions that had no easy answers. He wondered if he was the only one in the world who possessed such extraordinary abilities. And if he wasn't alone, where were the others like him? Did they face the same bewilderment and uncertainty that gnawed at him day and night?

His thoughts often led him to imagine the possibilities. What if he could use these powers for good? He could become a guardian of his village, ensuring its safety from any threat. But with such immense power came the ever-present danger of misuse. Badrul was acutely aware that he needed guidance.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across his room, Badrul decided to confide in his closest friend, Farid. He knew he had to share this secret with someone he trusted.

He called Farid and asked him to come over. When Farid arrived, he could sense the seriousness in Badrul's voice. They sat in Badrul's dimly lit living room, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging in the air.

"Farid," Badrul began hesitantly, "I need to tell you something that's been weighing on me. Something I can't explain."

Farid leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "What is it, Badrul?"

With a deep breath, Badrul began to reveal the astonishing story of his disappearance and the incredible powers he had acquired. As he spoke, Farid's eyes widened, disbelief mingled with awe.

"You have to believe me, Farid," Badrul implored. "I didn't ask for this, but I have to figure out how to use these powers responsibly."

Farid nodded slowly, still trying to process the incredible tale his friend had just shared. The room was filled with a sense of wonder and uncertainty, as two friends embarked on a journey into the unknown, bound by a secret that would change their lives forever.