indonesian Legend

rock crying

In a village there lived a mother with her daughter named Darmi. The girl is beautiful, darling her nature is not as beautiful as her face. Darmi is a lazy girl who just likes to preen. Every day he pegs himself in front of the mirror, admiring the beauty of his face.

“Ah, I am indeed beautiful,” he said. “It's faster for me to stay in the king's palace than in a reot hut like this.” His eyes looked around the room. Only a piece of mattress that was not soft on which he slept filled the room. There was no ornamental table that he craved so much. Even the closet for clothes is just a used crate. “Until when will I live like this?” darmi lamented in his heart.

Darmi is not a rich man's son. His father is dead and his mother doesn't have much money. To support the two of them, the mother slammed the bones from morning to night. Whatever work he does, find firewood in the forest, mow grass to feed the neighbors goats, wash the clothes of others. Any work he would do to earn a little wage.

Instead Darmi is a spoiled child. She was not happy to see her mother working all day. He was not even moved to help finish the work at home. And if there is something that he really wants, he will whine so that his request is obeyed.

Like last week, when a friend from the village north of the river was having a celebration party. Darmi gets an invitation to attend. Of course this thing makes the beautiful girl happy not overbearing. It was imagined that the guests in the party would look at his beautiful face. Men praise her beauty, while women may be envious of her appearance.

But suddenly Darmi remembered that he did not have the clothes he deserved to wear at the party. He looked for his mother who was cooking in the kitchen.

“Mother, please buy me new clothes and scarves. The day after tomorrow there will be a party in the village north of the river, and I have no proper clothes. My clothes are all worn out,” said Darmi whining.

“Didn't you buy a new shirt last week? Why don't you just wear that one. Still good, right?” said the mother.

“Aaah, don't want to. That shirt I've been wearing, embarrassed dong wear that shirt again. What do people say later?! Come on, Mom buy me some more clothes.”

The mother could only sigh long at the request of her child. He didn't have any heart for her. “Alright, tomorrow morning we will buy it in the market.”

“No.” Shouted Darmi rough. “I don't want to go to the market with mom. You better just give me the money so I can buy it myself.”

“But, Darmi, tomorrow I have to go to the market first to sell the firewood I got today. Once sold, you can buy clothes. Wouldn't it be better for us to go to the market together?”

Darmi. He did not want to go to the market with his mother. He was ashamed and embarrassed if anyone saw him walking with the old woman and mocked her. However, the girl had no reason to refuse, because without the money from the sale of firewood, she could not buy new clothes. Finally, Darmi walked into his room while pouting and grumbling.

The next morning, they went to the market. Darmi looks very beautiful with her pink dress that looks expensive, while the mother wears Iusuh clothes. Darmi walked very fast, making his mother unable to follow him.

“Hai, Darmi. Why do you walk so fast leaving me behind. You know I'm not strong following your steps.”

“Hai Darmi, where are you going?” greet them. “I want to go to the market,” replied Darmi.

“Oh, who's that grandma behind you? Your mother?”

Instantly Darmi's face looks flushed with embarrassment, “Oh no! Wasn't it! Where could she be my mother.” Answer Darmi quickly. He immediately sped up his steps so as not to be asked again.

How surprised the mother heard the words of her beloved son. Anger began to appear in the heart because the girl did not want to recognize herself as a mother. But he held back his anger and hoped that Darmi would change his mind soon.

Unfortunately, the mother's hope did not occur. Along the way they meet a few more people, and Darmi keeps saying the same thing. Finally, the mother could not bear the sadness. While shedding tears, he rebuked his son.

“Oh my son, how shy are you to acknowledge me as your mother? I gave birth to you in this world. Is this your reply to your mother who loves you?”

Darmi turned his head in annoyance and snapped, “I didn't ask to be born to a poor mother like you. I don't deserve to be a mother's son. Look at mom’'s ugly, wrinkled and shabby face! I'm faster to be my maid!”

Proudly, Darmi continued to step away from the mother who was sitting on the side of the road. Her tears flowed down both of her cheeks. His feelings crumbled, unable to speak other than putting his hands to the sky. The pain in his heart made him say a curse.

“God, I no longer endure the humiliation of this servant's son! it is true that this son of a servant has been petrified, therefore, O Lord, punish the son of an ungodly servant as a stone!”

The mother's prayer was answered.

Suddenly the sky darkened, the blue clouds turned cloudy and lightning flashed with thunder booming. Darmi felt very scared, then he tried to run away. It was then that he realized that both of his legs had turned to stone.

Darmi screamed in fear. What a terrible feeling he experienced when he found both feet turned to stone. He was increasingly frightened to find his waist turned petrified. Realize it, all of it happened because of his great iniquity to his mother. Then he shouted, ”Mother, forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive your son's iniquity, Bu”

However, it was too late for Darmi. The mother just remained silent. Not at all trying to grant the request of his son who had done wrong to him. He felt that he had suffered enough of the suffering caused by his son. Eventually, Darmi's entire body turned to stone.

Darmi's stone continued to drip like tears of regret dripping from Jelita's eyes. Those who knew the water that kept dripping from the stone called it the Crying Stone.