West Kalimantan is one of the provinces in Indonesia, located on Borneo island and directly adjacent to the Sarawak, East Malaysia. This province has hundreds of large and small rivers, thus dubbed the area "A Thousand Rivers". According to the story, in a region in this province there is a beautiful girl who transformed into stone. Events what's happened to the girl, thus transformed into a stone? Want to know the full story? Follow her story in the Rock Cried Here's the story!
Once, in a remote village in West Kalimantan, Indonesia, there lived an old widow with a beautiful daughter called Darmi. They lived in a shack situated on the edge of the village. Since father Darmi died, their lives became difficult. Darmi father did not leave any inheritance. To meet the needs of their lives, Darmi mother worked in the fields or the fields of others as wage laborers.
While his daughter, Darmi, a spoiled girl. Whatever his request should be granted. Besides spoiled, she is also a girl who was lazy. It works just primp and admire the beauty in front of the mirror. Every afternoon he always loitered in the village without a clear purpose, except just to show her beauty. He does not want to help her mother make a living. Every time her mother asked her to go into the fields, he always refused.
"Child! Come help me work in the fields, "said the mother.
"No, ma'am! I do not want to go to the field. Later dirty nails and my skin is exposed to mud, "said Darmi refused.
"Are not you sorry to see me, my son?" Asked the mother pleaded.
"No! Old mother has to work in the fields, because there is no longer possible for men who are interested in the mother's face was wrinkled, "replied curtly Darmi.
Hearing his son, the mother can not say anything else. With feelings of sadness, he also went into the fields to work. While the Darmi still live in huts, continues to primp for mempecantik himself. After her mother came home from the fields, Darmi demanded money his mother earned wages to buy makeup.
"Mom! Where's the money that his wages! "Cried the mother Darmi.
"Hey, Darmi! Where are you going? "Asked his companion.
"To the market!" Darmi answered quietly.
"Then, who the people behind it? Is she your mother? "Asked another friend, pointing to an old man carrying a basket.
"Certainly not my mother! He is my servant, "said Darmi with sarcasm.
Like lightning struck the old man heard his daughter. But he was silent, holding his sadness. After that, they even went to the market. Not long walk, they met again with someone.
"Hey, Darmi! Where are you going? "Asked the man.
"Interlocking to the market," said Darmi brief.
"Who's behind it?" Asked another man.
"He's my servant," said Darmi getting annoyed with these questions.
Darmi thrown answers made her more sad hearts. But, the mother is still holding strong sense of sadness. So it goes on and on for the way to the market. Finally, the mother stopped, then sat by the roadside.
"Mom! Why quit? "Asked Darmi surprise.
Darmi asked several times, but his mother still did not answer the question. A moment later, Darmi saw her mother's mouth as he tilted hum and commit both hands.
"Hey, Mom what are you doing?" He asked with a tone Darmi snapped.
Mother is still not answering her question. He still prays to God to punish the rebellious son's.
"Yes, Lord! Forgive this weak servant. Servant was no longer able to deal with the rebellious attitude of the servant of this child. Give him retribution! "Prayer of the Mother.
Moments later, suddenly the sky became overcast. Lightning flashed and thunder grabs the deafening rumble. Heavy rain also fell. Slowly, foot Darmi turned into stone. Darmi began to panic.
"Mother ...! Mother ... ! What happened to my legs, ma'am? "Said Darmi, yelling.
"Forgive Darmi! Darmi sorry, Mom! Darmi never do it again, Mom! "Cried Darmi increasingly frantic.
However, what is about to be made, cooked rice has become porridge. The punishment can no longer be avoided. Slowly, the whole body Darmi turned to stone. Changes that occur from the legs, loss, up to the head. Rebellious girl was just crying and crying regretted it. Before his son's head turned into stone, her mother still see water dripping from her eyes. All who pass by that place also witnessed the event. Not long after, the weather was again bright as usual. The whole body has been transformed into a stone Darmi. The rock is then they put it on the sidewalk leaning against the cliff. By local people, they give the name of the stone Crying Stones. The rock is still well maintained, so that we can still be seen today.
"No, boy! Money to buy the necessities of life we are today, "said the mother.
"But, Mom! My powder has been discharged. I had to buy a new one, "said Darmi.
"You are the child does not know himself! Him to spend money, but do not want to work, "said his mother upset.
Although angry, the mother still give the money to Darmi. The next day, when her mother came home from work, he asked again Darmi wages earned money to buy her other beauty tools. That situation happens almost every day.
One day, when his mother wanted to market, Darmi ordered that bought a beauty tool. But her mother did not know that he cosmetic purposes. Then her mother asked her to come to market.
"Then let's go with Mom to the market!" Said his mother.
"I do not want to go to market with my mother!" Replied her mother refusing Darmi.
"But, I do not know the beauty tools you mean it, boy!" Cried his mother.
However, after pressed, Darmi was willing to accompany her mother to the market.
"I want to come with Mom to the market, but on condition that she must walk behind me," said Darmi to the mother.
"That is why, boy!" Her mother asked curiously.
"I'm ashamed to people walking side by side with the village if the mother," said Darmi.
"Why be shy, boy? Am I your birth mother? "Asked the mother.
"You should look in the mirror. Look at Mother's face was wrinkled and very dirty clothes that mom! I'm embarrassed to have a mother like that mess! "Cried the mother Darmi with condescending tone.
Although sad, the mother had to oblige her daughter. After that, off they go to market together. The Darmi walk in front, while his mother followed with a basket of berlakang. Although both mothers and children, they look very different appearance. As if they were not the same family. The Child looks pretty good with the clothes, while his mother looked very old with very dirty clothes and full of patches.
Along the way, Darmi meet with friends who lived in another village.
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