Legend of Borneo.
Darmi looked at her face in the mirror that hung on her wall.
"Ah I was beautiful," he said. "It's inappropriate for me to stay at the royal palace than in rickety huts like this."
His eyes scanned the room. Not just a piece of padded mattress where he slept that fills the room. No tables inlaid whom he craved. Even a closet for clothes is only a secondhand coffin. Darmi groan inwardly.
Darmi is not a rich kid. His mother was just a poor widow. To support them both, his mother toiled from morning to night. Any work he did. Look for firewood in the forest, cutting grass to feed the neighbors goat, wash the clothes of others, whatever he was doing to earn the reward. Instead Darmi is a spoiled child. Little did he was not sorry to see his mother worked hard all day. Even with could she force his mother to give him money if there is something you want to buy.
"Mom, let's give the money to me! Tomorrow there will be a party in the next village, I had to go by wearing new clothes. My shirt was worn all, "he said.
"Son, yesterday's you just bought a new dress. Wear those. Moreover, money is only enough to feed the mother of our two days. Later on when you use to buy clothes, we can not eat boy! "His mother pleaded.
"was not concern for the mother to make money again. Clothes yesterday it's been I wear, dong embarrassed to wear it-that again. Later what people are saying! Come on let's give the money now! "Said Darmi harshly.
The mother was forced to give money demanded his son. He was very fond of her only child was.
And so, day after day the mother is getting old and suffering. While Darmi were blessed with a beautiful face increasingly wasteful. His work just to spend money to buy nice clothes, cosmetic tools are expensive and go to parties to show off her beauty.
One day Darmi asked his mother to buy the powder in the market. But her mother did not know what the powder is.
"You'd better come along mother to the market, so you can choose your own," said his mother.
"Ick, I'm ashamed to walk with her mother. What will people think. Darmi graceful running with a grandmother slum, "he sneered.
"Well if you're embarrassed to walk with me. Mother would walk behind you, "his mother said sadly.
"All right, mother promise ya! During the trip the mother should not walk beside me and not allowed to talk to me! "He said.
Her mother just looked at her with sad and agreed.
Finally they go hand in hand. Very odd looks. Darmi looks very pretty with her pink dress that looks expensive and behind her mother who had stooped wearing shabby clothes were patched. In the middle of the road Darmi meet with friends from a neighboring village who greeted him.
"Hi Darmi, where are you going?" Greeted them.
"I'm going to the market," said Darmi.
"Oh, who's grandmother who is behind it? Mother? "They asked.
"Oh no! Not!. How could she that bad. He was just a servant, "said Darmi quickly.
How heartbroken mother heard her beloved child will not admit as his own mother. But the arrest of grief in the heart.
The incident was repeated continuously throughout their journey. The longer the heart of the mother is getting destroyed. Finally he could not stand restrain her grief. While tears he scolded his son.
"O my son all that malunyakah you acknowledge me as your mother? I who bring you into this world. Is this the recompense on your mother love you? "
Darmi turned and said, "Huh I did not ask to be born by mothers who are poor like. I do not deserve to be the child's mother. Look at the mother's face! Ugly, wrinkled and shabby! More mothers deserve to be the servant rather than your own mother! "
After saying a harsh word is Darmi arrogantly resumed his pace.
His mother Darmi while tearfully complained grief to God. His face looked up to the sky and from his mouth came out a curse, "Oh my God! Servant no longer able to hold back the sadness in my heart. Please punish a rebellious slave children. Give him an appropriate punishment! "
Suddenly the sky turned cloudy and lightning flashing accompanied by thunder. Darmi frightened and wanted to run towards his mother. But he feels his legs are so heavy.When he looked down he saw her feet have become rock, and now her calves, thighs and continue to rise to the top. Darmi fear, he shouted for help to his mother. But her mother just looked at him with tears loose.
"Mother, please Darmi bu! Forgive Darmi. I'm sorry to have hurt the mother. I'm sorry ma'am! Help me ... "he shouted. Darmi mother could not bear to look at her into stone, but nothing could be done. Rice has become porridge. Curse uttered irrevocable. Finally she could only embrace his son who was begging for mercy and crying until finally lost his voice and his entire body into stone.
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