Story Of Crying stone

Crying stone

Folk legend West KalimantanDarmi looked at her face in the mirror that hung on her wall."Ah I was beautiful," he said. "It's inappropriate for me to stay at the royal palace than in rickety shacks like this."His eyes scanned the room. Only a piece of padded mattress that is not where he slept that filled the room. No dressing table he very much wanted. Even the locker room was only a secondhand coffin. Darmi groan inwardly.Darmi is not a rich kid. His mother was just a poor widow. To support both of them, his mother toiled from morning to night. Any job he did. Looking for firewood in the forest, cutting grass to feed the neighbors goat, wash the clothes of others, whatever he was doing to earn the reward. Instead Darmi is a spoiled child. Whit her no pity to see his mother worked hard all day. Even with teganya he forced her to give him money if there is something you want to buy."Mom, let's give the money to me! Tomorrow there will be a party in the next village, I had to get away with wearing new clothes. My shirt was worn all, "he said."Son, yesterday's you just bought a new dress. Wear those. Besides money mom just enough to feed us two days. Later when you used to buy clothes, we could not eat boy! "His mother pleaded."Alah was not concern for the mother find money again. Yesterday it was the clothes that I wear already, shame dong wear that's it again. Later what people are saying! Anyway let's give the money now! "Said Darmi harshly.The mother was forced to give money demanded his son. He was very fond of her only child was.And so, day after day the mother is getting old and suffering. While Darmi blessed with a beautiful face more extravagant. His work just to spend money to buy nice clothes, cosmetic tools are expensive and go to parties to show off her beauty.One day Darmi asked her mother to buy her powder on the market. But his mother did not know what he meant powder."You'd better come along mother to the market, so you can pick your own," she said."Ih, I'm ashamed to walk with her mother. What will people think. Darmi graceful walk with a grandmother who seedy, "he sneered."Well if you're ashamed to walk with me. Mother would walk behind you, "his mother said sadly."All right, mother promise ya! During the trip the mother should not be walking beside and should not be talking to me! "He said.Her mother looked at her with sad and agreed.Finally, they go hand in hand. Very odd looks. Darmi looks very pretty with her pink dress that looks expensive and behind her mother who had stooped wearing shabby clothes were patched. In the middle of the road Darmi meet up with friends from a neighboring village who greeted him."Hi Darmi, where are you going?" Asked them."I'm going to the market," said Darmi."Oh, who's grandmother who's behind it? Your mother? "They asked."Oh no! Not!. How could she that bad. He was just a servant, "said Darmi quickly.What destroyed his mother's heart to hear his favorite child does not want to admit as his own mother. But the arrest of grief in their hearts.The incident was repeated continually throughout their journey. The longer the heart of the mother getting crushed. Finally he could not stand restrain her grief. While tears he scolded her."O my son all that malunyakah you recognize me as a mother? I who bring you into this world. Is this the recompense your mother who loves you? "Darmi turned and said, "Huh I did not ask to be born by the poor mothers like you. I do not deserve to be the child's mother. Look at the mother's face! Ugly, wrinkled and shabby! More mothers deserve to be the servant rather than your own mother! "After saying these harsh words Darmi arrogantly resumed his pace.His mother Darmi while tearfully complain of grief to God. His face looked up at the sky and curse out of his mouth, "Oh my God! Servant no longer able to hold back the sadness in my heart. Please punish rebellious slave children. Give him to justice! "Suddenly the sky turned cloudy and darting lightning accompanied by thunder. Darmi frightened and wanted to run towards his mother. But he felt his legs are so heavy. When he looked down he saw her feet have become rock, and now her calves, thighs and continue upward. Darmi fear, he shouted for help to his mother. But her mother just looked at him with tears laughing."Mother, please Darmi bu! Forgive Darmi. I'm sorry to have hurt the mother. I'm sorry ma'am! Help me ... "he shouted. Mother Darmi not bear to see his son become a rock, but there was nothing he could do. Rice has become porridge. Curse spoken can not be taken back. Finally she could only hug her son who was begging for mercy and cried until finally lost his voice and his whole body into stone.(END)