The Amazing Labahman : Kuala Lumpur

Prologue

  In the deep of Selangor, where the moon is brightest without the city lights, but of big trees layering each and one another, thin lines of tar that is dusted of dirt and sand leads to a quiet unpopulated village. On Eid, many visits their old creaky wooden house their frail grandparents lives for a week or two, leaving to meet again next year, or the same for Deepavali, or even Chinese New Year.
  This village is quiet. Silent almost, each house a bit farther from their neighbours. Everyone knew each other. Like a big family without relation. Men pray Friday prayers in the same compact mosque, women would cook with herbs that were shared next door, children would run around the dirt with their wooden pistol toys laughing.
  This village is quiet. Silent almost.
  Until one night, it wasn't.

  "Ya Allah... what happened here?" The village chief asked no one in particular. The house was a chaos. You know, the house at the edge of the hill. The friendliest neighbour anyone could ask for. The man of the house Piala bin Muiz wasn't here, so the village chief stepped inside even without the permission of it. There was a dozen of people here already. All looking solemn and traumatised but secretly kept it in. To keep a strong face. The people that got in before were either tending the body on the floor or comforting a crying child nearby.
  "Mister Piala killed his wife." A man who was checking the woman's body spoke. His face harden when seeing the wound.
  "By a keris, I've seen these slashes before." The man continued to justify his words.
  "How could he do something like this...?" The man mutter under his breath. "I can't imagine him a killer, he just helped me carry my son's heavy books from school this evening..." Another one from the same room spoke, even they were spooked by the thought.
  The village chief didn't mind the body, but when to the crying child. The young boy was accompanied by two women, their next door neighbours. Draped with a thin blanket around his shoulders as the women gently caress his back to let him cry.
  "Tell me, child. What did you see?" The village chief went straight to the questions. He kneeled in front of the boy. Seeing him more clearly up close. He has a wound on his cheek. A big gash, and he needed to go to the hospital for it to get it stitched later.
  "Pak Amin please, we should question him when he's rested." One of the woman spoke. Clearly worried for him.
  "If we ask him an hour longer he might forget." The village chief  said sternly. He reaches up his calloused hands to rest on the boy's shoulders gently. It made the kid raise his head just enough to look at the old man.
  "Perdana. Tell me. Did your father did this to your mother?" The village chief ask. Hoping it wasn't true from his slowness in speech.
  Perdana's eyes widen at the mention of his father, disbelief in his small eyes before he shook his head quickly. "It was the monster!" Perdana cry. "Abah chased it away! It was the one who killed my Umi!" Perdana was almost shouting. He couldn't believe they could ever blame his father.
  The village chief said nothing. His mouth straightened into a line as he thinks. He let go of Perdana's shoulders and stand up. He then reached down to gently pat Perdana's hair.
  "I believe you, Perdana." The village chief spoke softly. "Your father is a good man."
  The sound of various footsteps was outside, the sandy ground rustling evident before a young man came into the wooden house.
  "We found Mister Piala, Pak Amin." The young man says with hurried words. Out of breath, like he just ran here.
  The village chief and the young man went outside together. Then Perdana never knew what happened. Well, until he was 18 years old does people kept it a secret.

  His mother, a beautiful woman with long black hair the same as Perdana, thickness of it and shade, was killed. Perdana knew it wasn't his father, and yet his father was painted as a killer. The village, and the whole of Malaysia believed it was.
  That was until the group of men found Mister Piala at the coast of the river, once dark blue, now lifeless grey eyes gazing up at the sky unmoving. Postpartum said he drowned, possibly from suicide. And with that the case was closed. And the child the couple left behind was unnamed for private reasons and moved to another state with his aunt.

  That was 15 years ago. Perdana's 20 now, studies gone well he continued at a good government university in Pure Mathematics.

  And he didn't know that the monster that killed his parents will come to him next.

  With different objectives this time.