As usual, Sukresh follow his father into the forest. After cutting down the two trees, the father Sukresh invite Sukresh rest. Bekal rice cakes made in the capital, they voraciously exhausted.
"If you grow up, you will be able to cut more than my father," said the father Sukresh while fixing his turban.
Sukresh was silent.
When the day before noon, the father immediately cut the wood into small pieces and tied into one. The wood will be transported and sold to the market. Mother certainly glad to see they were able to sell more wood on that day.
But when will transport the timber to his shoulders, suddenly the foot of father slip. Father's body stuck to the edge of a small cliff. Sukresh surprised. By hobbled it down the cliff. Examined each grove. How surprised when he found his father unconscious. But even more surprised when he saw a large snake ready to strike his father.
"Do not bite my father!" Cried Sukresh hard.
Magical. The snake looked Sukresh.
"The body of my father on top of the three to death. Then the penalty is also your father's life, "replied the snake.
"Anything will do as long as you do not bite my father," pleaded Sukresh.
"Good. Instead, each looking for firewood, you have to provide firewood for me as much as three belt instead of three my son's life. You can only bring home a bunch of firewood instead of your father's life. And remember, this agreement there can be no one knows. Including the father and mother. "
"Well, if that's what you're asking. As long as you let go of my father. "
Since then Sukresh succeeded his father looking for firewood in the forest. His father could not walk due to leg injury due to slipping.
The days of hard work passed Sukresh. Whenever he cut down four trees, three trees tossed into the abyss. One tree brought to market for sale.
Day by day. Months turned into months. The years passed. Sukresh grow up to be big and strong young man. However, any return of the woods he just brings a bunch of firewood. The villagers began to whisper mocking. It was inappropriate if Sukresh carry only one belt. Not commensurate with her size.
"Sukresh slacker son. In the forest it works just daydreaming, "so scorn youths in the village.
Sukresh only silence. He was not angry, because there can be no one knows the true story. Meanwhile, the father Sukresh sad to hear boos on his son. And because the results of timber sales Sukresh only slightly, their families live in poverty.
Until the day came to their flimsy houses two people riding horses. Their robes worn like rich people in the river Indus.
"Is it true you named host Sukresh?" Asked a respectful when viewing Sukresh.
"True," replied Sukresh.
"The servant of my lord the king sent to convey two messages. The first message, the agreement between the master and lord king Sukresh has ended. The second message, what I bring is the property master everything. It is the result of sincerity and sacrifice master for many years in loving your father, "the guest said while showing a row of carts in rows containing firewood.
Sukresh unnerved. Is not that the results of his work during this time. Sukresh remember how he cut the wood.
"Is all this for me ..." asked Sukresh amazed to his guest. But when Sukresh turn, the guests had gone. Stay Sukresh and both parents are still confused.
Since then Sukresh be a rich man in his village. He is king of wood that have warehouses containing the largest wood ready to be sent to all corners of the country.
Fairytale - King Wood (END)
