Folklore And Legends
STONE FOLKLORE CRYING
Once upon a time, on a hill far from the village, in the region of Borneo lived a poor widow and a little girl.
No one knows why this widow lived with her son on the slopes of a remote hill, away from the crowds.
The widow was named Mak Dasah and her daughter was named Jelita. They live in a small, simple house. The house is the legacy of Mak Dasah's husband who died since Jelita was one year old.
Mak Dasah's husband deliberately made his own house with a small size but clean. For years they have been married but have not had children. When almost old, they were blessed with a daughter who later named Jelita.
She is called Jelita because her face is so beautiful. Jelita became his mother's favorite child. For the sake of his love for the child Mak Dasah even though he is a little old but willing to work hard to meet the needs of the day.
What is Mak Dasah's job?
She was just an ordinary woman, had no skills, so her job was just to find firewood in the forest and then sold to the village.
She also took care of dozens of banana trees left by her husband. But the banana tree does not bear fruit at all times. If a banana tree bears fruit, it will sell it to the village of residents who are tens of kilometers from where it lives.
But he did not complain. He loves his son. Everything He sacrificed for his son. Sweat and tears are common, especially if the child is sick, he will work desperately to buy medicine for the recovery of his child.
Day after day passed and Jelita grew older. While the widow is getting older. But unfortunately, the Jelita who is very loved and loved by his mother behaves badly.
The sixteen-stem banana tree he had never seen.
The wind that brought dust and dry leaves into his house he left it alone.
Let alone the yard, walls and floor of his own room he did not want to clean it. She always waited for her mother to step in. Mak Dasah who has worked hard all day still has to cook and clean the house and room of his son.
The girl was very lazy, never helped her mother do the housework. It just preen every day.
Besides being lazy, the girl was spoiled. All requests must be obeyed. Every time he asked his mother for something to be granted, regardless of the poor condition of his mother, every day had to slam the bones looking for a mouthful of rice. One day Jelita said to her mother.
"Today you must buy me new and beautiful clothes”
“Lho? Your clothes are hard, there are still many new ones too? ”
“Alaaaah, don't say much, my clothes are a lot but already outdated, I want a new model! ”
“But son, I don't have enough money to buy you new clothes again. Didn't I buy expensive clothes a month ago?”
“Dear sister aren't I the same?”
“My son Jelita, I sacrificed everything for the sake of my love for you, why do you ask like that? ”
“If dear Mak follow my will...! ”
Mak Dasah finally took all his money and the next day they went to a market that was very far from their home. Some of the savings were used for urgent needs, such as when Jelita was sick and others.
The location of the village market is very far away, so they have to walk quite tiring. The girl walked in nice clothes, and preened so that the person on the street who saw her would admire her beauty. While his mother walked in the back while carrying a basket with very dirty clothes.
Because they lived in a remote place, no one knew that the two women walking were mother and son.
When they started to enter the village, the villagers looked at them. They were so fascinated to see the beauty of the girl, especially the village youths who were not satisfied to look at the girl's face. But when he saw the person walking behind the girl, it was a complete contrast. It makes people wonder.
“That's weird..the girl's face is very pretty, and her clothes are amazingly beautiful, but the woman behind her is clumsy and patched.
“Yes, why is the woman walking behind the girl?
Though his face was very similar to the girl, there was no way that the old woman was his maid... ”
“Friends... don't be so bad to think, who knows that the woman is indeed the maid who controls the girl”
Among those who saw her, a young man approached and asked the girl.
“Hai, pretty girl. Is that walking behind your mother? ”
But what was the girl's answer?
Both mother and son then continued the journey. Not too far away, a young man approached and asked the girl's coconut.
“Hai, sweet girl, what's your name? ”
“Oh, brother.. my name is Jelita”.
“Hem, fits properly with the person. ”
“Why brother? ”
“Your face is also beautiful Jelita...! ”
“Is the one walking behind you your mother?”
“Not, not” replied the girl by raising her head. “He is my slave!”
That's how every girl meets someone along the way who asks about her mother, always the answer. She was ashamed to acknowledge Mak Dasah as her mother.
His mother was treated as his servant or slave. At first hearing his daughter's ungodly answer if asked, the mother could still restrain herself. When walking in a quiet place Mak Dasah asked his son.
“My son why do you call me your maid? ”
“Mother...! Take it easy, this is just pretending, I don't really think of mother as my maid”
“But three times you've called me a slave, I don't want you to do it again. ”
“Ah, Mom... This is just pretending! ”
They continue the journey. Until one day a very handsome young man came near the Jelita.
“Hai beautiful, what's your name?”
“My name is Jelita”
“Recorate your name and face, beautiful Jelita..! ”
“Is the one walking behind you your mother? ”
“Not, not” replied the girl by raising her head. “He is my slave”
Mak Dasah can still hold back. He tried to warn his son again. But soon they meet again with a handsome young man. Jelita again refers to her mother as her maid. He was ashamed to acknowledge Mak Dasah as his mother. I can't wait anymore.
“Jelita my son, you are so overstepping the line, you are so ungodly to call me your slave many times. I have cared for and raised you since childhood. How could you do that! ”
“Emak... Why are you angry, believe me this is only as small as a charade. Later after returning from the market Mother bought new and beautiful clothes. If meet a handsome young man then I will acknowledge Mom as my mother.”
“Don't you hurt my heart too much, no matter what the circumstances of Mom should be you want to acknowledge me as your mother.”
“Later Mak, if you have bought a new shirt!”
The mother could not hold back anymore. He did not want to argue with his son again he prayed to God.
“Yes Lord, I can't resist this insult. The son of the servant so steadfastly treated himself in such a way. Oh my God, punish this bastard!
Punish him... ”
At the power of the Supreme Lord, slowly the body of the disobedient girl was turned to stone. Change starts with the feet. When the change had reached half the body, the girl cried for forgiveness to her mother.
“Oh, Mom. Forgive me, forgive the iniquity of your son all this time. Mothers... Mother.. forgive your son”
The girl continued to wail and cry begging her mother. But everything is too late. The girl's entire body finally turned to stone. Even if it becomes a stone, but one can see that both eyes are still shedding tears, like crying. Therefore, the stone that comes from the girl who got her mother's curse is called “Batu Cryis”
...Whoever disobeys his biological mother who has given birth to him and raised him, surely his deeds will be punished by the Almighty God...