Weeping Stone

Folk legend Kalimantan.

Darmi looked at his face through the mirror that hung on the wall of his room.
"Ah I was beautiful," he said. "It's more reasonable for me to stay in the palace of the king rather than at the decrepit shack like this."
Her eyes looked around the room. Only a mattress is not soft where he slept that fills the room. There are no dressing table which he longed. Even the locker room was just a secondhand coffin. Darmi complained in the liver.

Darmi was not a rich kid. His mother was only a poor widow. To support both of them, his mother worked hard from morning till night. Whatever job he is doing. Looking for firewood in the forest, mowing grass to feed the goats neighbors, other people washing clothes, doing whatever he could to earn wages. Conversely Darmi is a spoiled child. Slightest pity he did not see his mother worked hard all day. Even with how could he force the mother to give her money if there is something I want to buy.
"Mom, let's give the money to me! Tomorrow there will be a party in the next village, I have to go by wearing new clothes. 've Worn all my clothes, "he said.
"Son, you just bought yesterday my new clothes. Wear that's it. Moreover, the mother only enough money to feed us two days. Later on when you use to buy clothes, we can not eat boy! "Said his mother pleaded.
"Alah was my mother's affairs for the search for more money. Yesterday's clothes I'm wearing it already, shame dong wear it-that again. Later what they say! Come on let's give her money now! "Said Darmi harshly.
The mother was forced to give money demanded his son. He was very fond of children alone wayangnya it.

And so, day after day the mother is getting older and suffering. While Darmi endowed beautiful face increasingly wasteful. Job just to spend money to buy nice clothes, tools of expensive cosmetics and go to parties to show off her beauty.

One day Darmi asked his mother to buy him powder on the market. But his mother did not know what the powder in question.
"You'd better come along mother-to-market, so you can choose for themselves," said his mother.
"Ih, I'm embarrassed to walk with mom. What people say. Darmi a lovely walk with a grandmother who slums, "he said with a pout.
"Well if you're embarrassed to walk with me. Mom would walk in behind you, "his mother said sadly.
"All right, mother promise ya! During the trip, the mother should not walk beside me and should not be talking to me! "He said.
Her mother just looked at her sadly and said yes.

Finally, they also go hand in hand. Very odd looks. Darmi look very pretty with her pink shirt that looks expensive and stooped behind her mother who was wearing shabby clothes full of patches. On the way Darmi meet with her friends from neighboring villages who greeted him.
"Hi Darmi, want to go where you been?" They said.
"I'm going to market," said Darmi.
"Oh, who the grandmother who's behind it? Your mother? "They asked.
"Oh no! Not!. How could my mother that bad. He was just a servant, "said Darmi quickly.
What a heart broken mother hears her beloved child did not want to admit it as his own mother. But the detention of a sense of grief in the heart.

The incident was repeated continuously throughout their journey. The longer the mother's heart getting broken. Finally he could not stand to hold her grief. While in tears she scolded her son.
"O my son so malunyakah you recognize me as a mother? I'm a melahirkanmu into this world. Is this your mother balasanmu who love you? "
Darmi turned around and said, "Huh I did not ask to be born by mothers who are poor like you. I do not deserve to be the child's mother. Look at mother's face! Ugly, wrinkled and worn-out! Mother more worthy of a servant than be a mom! "
After saying these harsh words Darmi proudly resumed his stride.

Darmi her mother in tears as she complained about her grief to the Lord. His face looked up at the sky and curse out of his mouth, "Oh my God! Servant no longer able to contain his sadness in my heart. Please punish the child, the rebellious slave. Give him justly punished! "

Suddenly the sky turned cloudy and lightning accompanied by thunder darting blaring. Darmi frightened and ran toward his mother's wish. But he felt his legs so heavy. When he looked down he saw his feet had turned to stone, and now his calf, thigh and continued to rise to the top. Darmi fear, he shouted for help to her mother. But his mother just looked at him with tears loose.

"Mother, please Darmi bu! Forgive Darmi. I'm sorry I hurt the mother. I'm sorry bu! Help me ... "he shouted. Mother Darmi not bear to see her son become a stone, but no one could do. Rice has become porridge. The curse that came irrevocable. Finally he could only hug her son who was still pleading for forgiveness and cried until his voice finally gone and his whole body into stone.

(END)

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