Folklore And Fairy Tales

The Good King

In ancient times, there were widows. He lives with his little son. The two of them lived simply in an old hut.Their place was not far from the royal palace. Although in the form of an old hut but the hut looks clean, wood materials are also made of selected wood.

So no wonder the gubug is safe adjacent to the royal palace? The hut is considered an antique that needs to be preserved. After all, only a widow whose child is still small. Once a month the palace sent food to contribute to the survival of the widow and her child.

The kingdom was ruled by a kind, wise, and wise king. The king was very close to his people. He wants to get along with everyone. Neither from nobles nor commoners. From parents to even small children.

Because of his kind attitude, the people loved his king. Every afternoon, many children were playing in the palace grounds. Likewise, the widow's child, because it is poor, the child's toy is only a mosquito tied with yarn. Wherever the child goes, the mosquito is always carried.

One day, always busy playing in the halama isana, the poor widow's son realized that the day was getting darker. For fear of being scolded by his mother, the boy wanted to rush home. Before he returned to his hut he had time to meet the king.

“Baginda good, I must go home soon because, if I am late to home, my mother will be angry. Can this mosquito be caught! Tomorrow I am going to play here again,” pinta the boy with compassion.

“Can only Nak. I can tie your mosquitoes to the door of the palace,” said the king.

The next day the boy returned to the palace to play in the courtyard with his friends. His favorite mosquito is no more. He looked sideways, there was a rooster near the pole.he also thought the rooster had eaten his favorite mosquito.

The boy soon found the king, “Baginda, the slave mosquito is gone. Looks like he ate his rooster. “

“Then you take the rooster in exchange for the mosquito it eats.” Said the good king.

“Thank you sire,” replied the boy

The boy went back to playing with his friends. Wherever the boy went the chicken was always taken. The rooster was also tied with a rope. When he was engrossed in playing, the rooster came loose. The boy then looked for his rooster. It turned out that the chicken went to the place where the mothers were pounding the rice with dimples. Hungry, the chicken tried to combine the grains of rice that were in the hole dimples. Although it has been driven many times, but still the chicken went up into the hole dimples. Outraged, a mother slapped her pigtails at the chicken until it fell to the ground and died. Seeing the chicken dead, the boy was very sad and ran to meet the king. The king said, ” Already, you don't cry anymore. Now, you take that dimple in exchange for your dead rooster.”

How happy the child's heart was. He intends, the dimple will later be given to his mother. Because it was late afternoon, he entrusted the dimple to the king.

The boy obeyed the king's orders. He leaned the dimple under the tree.

The next day, the boy returned to the palace grounds to play. When he finished playing and will return to his hut. But, how shocked he saw the condition of his dimples was not like he left yesterday. The dimple has been broken. Apparently, next to the dimple there is a very large nanga fruit. The boy went back to the king.

“Baginda, lesung amba has broken due to jackfruit,” lamented to the king. Smiling the king said,” Then you take the jackfruit in lieu of your broken mortar.”

“Thank you sire. After the day began at night, I could not bring the big jackfruit home. Can I leave the jackfruit in the palace. Tomorrow I'll take it with friends.”

The wise king said,” Then. Just put the jackfruit next to the palace kitchen door.”

The figure was placed in the palace kitchen. The ripe jackfruit gave off a very tempting smell. After the boy left, the king's daughter who was the same age as the boy smelled the sweet smell of jackfruit.

“Mmm..the smell is very good. Well, I really want to eat that jackfruit. But where is that jackfruit? Maybe aunt put it in the kitchen deliberately kept it for me,” muttered the king's daughter.

The princess went to the kitchen looking for a sweet-smelling jackfruit. She continued to search for the jackfruit, finally, she saw a very large jackfruit and ranum beside the kitchen door.

“This is the jackfruit I was looking for,” said the princess with sparkling eyes.

He also told the palace maid to break the jackfruit. After the jackfruit was broken, the princess ate it until she was satisfied. He did not know that the jackfruit had an owner.

As usual tomorrow the boy played into the palace courtyard, that day he would take a jackfruit with his friends. But the jackfruit was no longer in place. Then, he looked towards the palace's trash can. It turned out that many jackfruit seeds and their skin were in the trash. The boy's heart was disappointed. His jackfruit had been eaten by someone else.

The boy faced the king. The King wisely said, ”Have thou not grieved, for the jackfruit was eaten by my daughter, and I will give it to you.”

The boy did not understand the king's words because he was too small. However, when the boy had grown up and become a handsome young man, while the king's daughter had become a beautiful girl, the king married the two. They lived happily, the mother was also taken to the palace.