Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran

malin

"There! I'll get it for a second!" judika replied, the spirit of 45 when the proposed entertainment activities at the last ospek.

Judika walked over, out of her junior classroom. Then, it ran towards the hall, where its guitar was stored safely.

After picking up the guitar, he returned to class.

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In the classroom of the medical department, Dira had been waiting for the punishment she would receive from her senior. The feeling of deg-degan began to haunt.

"Who will be punished yesterday?" tika chirps, put on a fierce face look.

"Ehm .. I, sis!" answer Dira quickly.

"Forward!" tell Tika, staring cynically.

"Today why should he be punished?" gamal asked, looking at his old friend.

"Because it's too late to put together the task!" answer Tika, straightforward .

"Oh! So what punishment should be given?" said Gamal, looking closely at his friend.

Tika clucked while thinking about what punishment Dira deserved. However, at first glance seeing Dira's healthy physique, he began to think of giving physical punishment.

"Why is this ospek's last day outside the classroom, Mal?" tanya Tika, looked at Gamal while squinting.

"Hmm, I can!" timpal Gamal's. However, another senior disagreed. Wati wants the last ospek to be in class only.

Organizing the last ospek in the class is even better, than the heat on the field.

"Don't, Tik! Good thing in class, anyways we have to hold a farewell event," Tika refused, staring anxiously.

"Ah, don't yell at you, Wati," hardik Tika, flicked her lips because she was upset the offer was rejected.

"Indeed better in the classroom, yesterday the children of architecture majors there fainted loh! Don't let the big brother harsher love the punishment, even harm us," as long as a servant.

"Yes, that's right! Look at us, brother! Yesterday we did all the work. Some even get punished anyway," said another man.

"St! Don't be noisy" said Gamal, sticking an index finger to the middle of the lip.

As a result, all students were silent. They look at each other. Likewise with Dira and Jenny, they glanced at each other but could not chat because of the distance separating.

"So what am I punished for, brother?" added Dira, waiting for his senior decision.

"You're storytelling!" tika chirps, changing the punishment, who initially wanted Dira to walk on all fours in the mud puddles in the field.

Incidentally, last night it rained so the field was muddy and dirty. However, because many students protested about the last ospek action outside the classroom, Tika finally abandoned the intention.

"But folklore tales are already out of the head! Don't forget that his expression must match!" tika said again.

Dira also advanced forward, fulfilling Tika's request as her senior. One folktale that is always remembered in the head is the story of the malin kundang.

Folklore that since sitting on the bench SD was already attached to Dira's mind. Therefore, he started storytelling in front of being witnessed by the audience who were his own classmates.

"Friends, I want to tell the story of the malin kundang. The man who was cursed to stone by his own mother for being an ungodly child!" obviously Dira, started the punishment given by his senior.

The three seniors sat in line in front of Dira, joining the maba as spectators. Everyone looked at the storyteller seriously.

The story of the malin kundang who was always told by word of mouth will be narrated by Dira. The folklore that is believed to have really happened. Moreover, real evidence of a stone on the edge of the beach in the Padang area, can be seen by tourists if visiting there.

"Know!!" shouted the entire audience in a compact manner.

"Because everyone knows, I'm not telling this story" joked Dira, chuckling. All the spectators laughed with the action to melt the atmosphere.

"Another story dong!"

"Continue .. Continue."

The screams then did not make Dira flinch. He continues the story of the malin kundang story.

"The story begins with a young man who wanders into town. He worked for a rich merchant who had a beautiful daughter." Dira depicts a young man meeting an old man on a blackboard.

The story told is dramatized with pictures that fit the background of the story. Fortunately, Dira is a drawing expert because from the beginning she aspired as a fashion designer.

Dira again continued his story, the young man named the malin kundang had a beautiful face. As a result, the rich merchant's son was captivated.

In the end, she married Malin kundang. However, when asked about the status of Malin's parents, he claimed that he was just an orphan.

"Wooo!!" shouted one maba, breaking the silence of the classroom.

"The one over there? Are you the malin? Why protest?" shouted Dira, pointing at the man who shouted, all the students and seniors laughed instead.

Dira continues the story of Malin kundang. He explained, until finally the son of the rich merchant married the malin kundang.

For several years, said Dira, the married life of malin kundang and his wife went perfectly. Then, the wife asked her husband to introduce her hometown.

"How is the ending then?" knock someone out of the corner of the room.

"Prophey! Do you want to be cursed to be a stone? I know the ending is stone! All you have to know, the progress when he became a stone" kekeh Dira, the others laughed out loud.

Dira back to tell the story, Malin also took his wife to his hometown. An old woman, hearing the news that her son had come home with a beautiful wife with a luxurious life and became a rich man overseas.

Eventually, the old woman looked for traces of her son. He made his way to the harbor, where the ship emptied.

Malin and his wife came down in a haughty style. Staring around at once Malin reminisced on his hometown. It is still on the beach, there are many ships that empties.

"You know what's next?" ask the audience.

"They're coming!" connect Dira's friend.

"Yep, that's right!" said Dira.

Dira returns to explain the story of malin kundang. One time, a shabby old woman, came to the Malin who had just got off the boat with his wife.

How happy the woman was, when she saw her son had returned to the village holding a wife with a different life. The mother had waited a long time for the return of her son.

Honey, Malin invited a selfless child. He never told his mother through a letter.

"Maline, you're home, son!" said Dira, while mimicking the old woman's style of speech with her voice.

"Who is he, malin?" ask malin's wife, because considering that the malin is an orphan, especially the woman who approached very shabby and ugly.

"I don't know him!" malin replied, turning his face away.

"Keep, he's cursed right away?" said another student, in the middle of Dira's story.