Weeping Stone

the kalimantan's people legend

Darmi watched his face through the mirror that hung on the wall of her room.
"Well I am beautiful," he said. "More appropriate for me to stay in the palace than in rickety shack like this."
Her eyes looked around the room. Only a mattress is not easy where he slept that fills the room. There is no counter so he wanted. Even the locker was just an old box. Darmi sighed inwardly.

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

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

One day Darmi asked her mother to buy the powder in the market. But her mother did not know what the powder.
"You'd better come to the market's mother, so you can select your own," said his mother.
"Ick, I'm ashamed to walk with her mother. What will people think. Darmi a lovely walk with a grandmother who slums, "he said with a sneer.
"Well if you're embarrassed to walk with me. Mom would walk in behind you, "his mother said sadly.
"Well, mother promise ya! During the trip she should not walk beside me and not talk to me! "He said.
Her mother just looked at her sadly and said yes.

Finally they go together. Very odd looks. Darmi look very pretty with her pink dress that looked expensive and behind her mother who had bent the ragged clothes patched. In the middle of the road Darmi met with friends from neighboring villages who greeted him.
"Hi Darmi, want to go where you are?" They said.
"I'm going to the market," said Darmi.
"Oh, who's grandmother is behind it? Your mother? "They asked.
"Oh no! Not!. How could my mother's that bad. He's only a servant, "said Darmi quickly.
How devastated his mother heard her beloved son would not recognize him as her own mother. But the arrest of a sense of grief in the heart.

The incident was repeated continuously throughout their journey. The longer the heart of the mother getting destroyed. Finally he could not stand longer contain his grief. Tears him admonished his son.
"O my son so malunyakah you acknowledge me as your mother? I gave birth to this world. Is this balasanmu loving your mother? "
Darmi turned and said, "Well 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 worn! Mother more worthy of a servant than be a mother! "
After saying rude words are Darmi arrogantly went back to his pace.

Darmi her mother in tears grief complain to God. His face looked up at the sky and curse out of his mouth, "Oh my God! Servant no longer able to contain her grief in my heart. Please punish the rebellious slave children. Give him of retribution! "

Suddenly the sky turned cloudy and lightning flashing accompanied by booming thunder. Darmi frightened and started to run towards his mother. But he felt his legs were so heavy. When he looked down he saw his leg had turned to stone, and now his calf, thigh and continued up the stairs. Darmi fear, he shouted for help to her mother. But she just looked at him with tears laughing.

"Mother, please Darmi bu! Darmi sorry. I'm sorry to have hurt the mother. Sorry I'm not! Help me ... "he shouted. Mother Darmi not bear to see her son become a stone, but there was nothing she could do. Rice has become porridge. The curse spoken irrevocable. Finally he could hold only children who were begging for mercy and cried until finally she lost her voice and her whole body into stone.

_the end_