tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663181804972760262024-03-05T06:00:47.885-08:00World Wide Folk Talesfrom My Grand PaCerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-42773201716842536052008-12-19T23:52:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.832-08:00Keong Mas (The Golden Snail)<div style="text-align: justify;">King Kertamarta was the king of Daha Kingdom. The king had 2 daughters; they were Galuh Ajeng and Candra Kirana who were pretty and kind.<br /><br />Candra Kirana had been betrothed with Raden Inu Kertapati, Prince of Kahuripan who was handsome and wise.<br /><br />But Galuh Ajeng, the sister of Candra Kirana was very jealous of her. It was because Galuh Ajeng was interested in Raden Inu. Galuh Ajeng then met the witch to put a spell on Candra Kirana.<br /><br />She also defamed her so as Candra Kirana was exiled from the palace. When Candra Kirana went along the coast, the witch also emerged and spelled her to become a golden snail. But the spell would be broken if the golden snail met her fiance, Raden Inu.<br /><br />One day an old woman, who was looking for the fish with her net, caught the golden snail. The golden snail was brought to her home and placed in the jug.<br /><br />The next day the old woman as usual went to the sea to catch fish but she caught nothing. She went home disappointedly. But when she arrived at her hut, she was startled because she saw various delicious foods on the table. The old woman wondered who sent those foods.<br /><br />So the following days the old woman underwent the similar incident. The next morning the old woman pretended to go to the sea but then she carried out surveillance of what happened. She saw the golden snail turned into a pretty girl and then started to cook. The old woman then asked her, “Who on earth are you, beautiful girl?”<br /><br />“I am the princess of Daha Kingdom who was spelled and turned into a golden snail by my sister’s witch because she is jealous of me,” said the golden snail before she turned again into the golden snail. The old woman amazed by what she just saw.<br /><br />The prince Inu Kertapati looked for Candra Kirana after realizing that the princess was disappeared. He searched for her by disguising as a commoner.<br /><br />The witch who followed him, turned herself into the crow to bring misfortune on Raden Inu Kertapati.<br /><br />Raden Inu Kertapati was very surprised seeing the speaking crow. He considered that the crow was magical and then he followed what the crow said. In fact the crow gave Raden Inu Kertapati the wrong direction.<br /><br />In his journey Raden Inu Kertapati met an old man who was hungry, and gave him food. The old man evidently was the person who had supernatural power and he helped Raden Inu Kertapati from the crow.<br /><br />The old man struck the crow with his wand, and the crow turned to smoke.<br /><br />The old man told Raden Inu Kertapati where Candra Kirana was. He told Raden Inu Kertapati to go to Dadapan village.<br /><br />After going for days he arrived to Dadapan village. He approached a hut to ask for water since he was very thirsty.<br /><br />But he was very startled, after through the window he saw his fiance, Candra Kirana, was cooking. Suddenly the spell was broken because of the meeting.<br /><br />Candra Kirana introduced Raden Inu to the old woman with whom she stayed with for all this time. After thanked to the old woman Raden Inu Kertapati brought his fiance to the palace. The King Kertamarta, who finally knew what Galuh Ajeng did to Candra Kirana, apologized to Candra Kirana and so Candra Kirana did. Frightened of being punished, Galuh Ajeng ran away to the forest but she slipped and fell into the chasm.<br /><br />After Raden Inu Kertapati married Candra Kirana, he asked the kind old woman to stay in the palace and they all lived happily ever after.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">(Sundanese Folk Tale)</span><br /><br /><!-- http://bhulaq1317.wordpress.com/2008/07/23/keong-mas-the-golden-snail/ --><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-66252438957685334132008-12-19T23:49:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.833-08:00The Legend of Banyuwangi<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Legend of Banyuwangi</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from East Java</span><br /></div><br />Once upon a time in Sindureja Kingdom, King Sidareja was talking to his vice regent, his name was Patih Sidapaksa. The King asked Patih Sidapaksa to give him the flesh of a young deer.<br />Patih Sidapaksa took the mission.<br />When he arrived at the jungle, he saw a young deer. He pointed his arrow to the deer. Unfortunately, he missed the target. He ran after the deer. He was running and running until he arrived at a hut. Patih Sidapaksa knocked the door.<br />A young and beautiful girl opened the door. She was very beautiful. Patih Sidapaksa fell in love at the first sight.“How can I help you Sir?” asked the girl.I...I...am looking for a young deer, Patih Sidapaksa was speechless.<br />You can find a lot of deer in the jungle. But it s already late and it will be dark soon. You can continue hunting tomorrow morning. You can come and spend the night here. Both my father and I are happy to welcome you, said the girl.<br />Patih Sidapaksa accepted the offer.<br />He introduced himself. The girl s namewas Sri Tanjung and her father s name was Ki Buyut.<br />In the morning, Patih Sidapaksa continued his hunting and after he got a young deer he returned to the hut.<br />He came back because he wanted to marry Sri Tanjung.Luckily, Sri Tanjung also loved him.<br />Later Patih Sidapaksa asked them to join him to the palace.<br />The King was very happy Patih Sidapaksa brought him a young deer.<br />However he was also amazed by the beauty of Sri Tanjung.<br />The King also fell in love with her.The King had a bad plan. He wanted to marry Sri Tanjung. So he gave Patih Sidapaksa a very difficult mission. The King asked Patih Sidapaksa to give him three golden rings from Indran Kingdom. Patih Sidapaksa knew the mission was more difficult than hunting a young deer. Indran Kingdom was not an ordinary kingdom. It was a kingdom of criminals! No one ever came back after going there. However he still accepted the mission. And before he left, he asked Sri Tanjung to wait for him.<br />After Patih Sidapaksa left, the King approached Sri Tanjung. He proposed Sri Tanjung to marry him. He promised Sri Tanjung to be a queen. She did not accept the proposal. She loved Patih Sidapaksa and she already promised to wait for him. The King was angry and put her in the jail.Luckily, Patih Sidapaksa could do the mission and came back to the palace. Sadly he could not meet Sri Tanjung. The King lied. He said Sri Tanjung was in jail because she asked the King to marry her. The King said Sri Tanjung wanted to be a queen.<br />At first Patih Sidapaksa believed the King. But Sri Tanjung then said.<br />Throw me to the river. If the river smells good, it means I m innocent.However if the river smells bad, then the King is lying, said Sri Tanjung.<br />Patih Sidapaksa then threw her into the river.<br />Amazingly, the river smelled good.Patih Sidapaksa was very sorry. Sri Tanjung died. He regretted not to believe her.<br />When the river smelled good, people instantly said Banyuwangi...<br />Banyuwangi... .<br />Banyu means water and Wangi means good smell.Since then the place is named Banyuwangi. ***<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-19824105552573353482008-12-19T23:48:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.834-08:00Baturraden<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baturraden</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A Folktale from Central Java</span><br /></div><br />Suta is a servant in a kingdom in Central Java. His duty is to look after the king's horses. Suta likes to take a walk after doing his chores.<br />One day, when Suta is walking near a lake, he hears a woman screaming. So, Suta hurries to find the source of the scream. Finally, he arrives near a big tree. He sees the king's daughter screaming. Above her, there's a giant snake about a strike.<br />Suta was afraid, but he is worried about the princess. So he takes a big stick and hit the snake in its head. The snake hisses in pain and finally dies.<br />"Thank you, Suta. You've saved my life," says the princess.<br />"No needed for that princess. It's my duty as your father's servant to help you."<br />Since that day, Suta and the princess become good friends. They even fall in love with each other. So, the princess tells Suta to go to her father and ask his permission to marry her.<br />The king is furious to hear about their plans.<br />"Suta is just a servant while you are my daughter, the princess. It is unacceptable for you to marry a servant."<br />The princess is sad to hear her father's answer, especially after her father throws Suta in jail for having the nerve to ask her to marry him.<br />In jail, Suta is not given anything to eat or drink.<br />Hearing that, the princess makes a plan to break her lover out of jail. They succeed and they run far away. They rest near the river. There they get married and start a family.<br />The place where Suta and the princess raise their family is called Baturraden. Batur means servant while raden means noble. Nowadays, Baturraden is very interesting tourism spot. It's located at the foothill of Mount Slamet in Purwokerto, Central Java. ***<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-32566612405664956462008-12-19T23:43:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.835-08:00Golden Snail<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >KEONG MAS</span><br /></div><br />PRINCE Raden Putra and Dewi Limaran were husband and wife. They lived in a palace. Prince Raden Putra's father was the king of the kingdom.<br />One day, Dewi Limaran was walking around in the palace garden. Suddenly she saw a snail. It was ugly and disgusting. "Yuck!" said Dewi Limaran and then she threw it away into a river. She did not know that the snail was actually an old and powerful witch. She could transform herself into anything. The witch was angry to Dewi Limaran. The witch put a spell on her and changed her into a golden snail. The witch then threw it away into the river.<br />The golden snail was drifting away in the river and got caught into a net. An old woman was fishing and used her net to catch some fish. She was surprised to see a golden snail in her net. She took it and brought it home. When the old woman woke up in the morning, she was surprised that the house was in the good condition. The floor was mopped. And she also had food on the table. She was thinking very hard. "Who did this to me? The person is very kind." It happened again and again every morning.<br />The old woman was very curious. One night she decided to stay up late. She was peeping from her room to know who cooked for her. Then, she could not believe what she saw. The golden snail she caught in the river turned into a beautiful woman. The old woman approached her. "Who are you, young girl?" "I am Dewi Limaran, Ma'am. A witch cursed me. I can change back as a human only at night," explained Dewi Limaran. "The spell can be broken if I hear the melody from the holy gamelan," continued Dewi Limaran. The old woman then rushed to the palace. She talked to Prince Raden Putra about her wife. Prince Raden Putra was so happy. He had been looking for his wife everywhere.<br />He then prayed and meditated. He asked the gods to give him the holy gamelan. He wanted to break the witch's spell. After several days praying and meditating, finally gods granted his wish. He immediately brought the holy gamelan to the old woman's house. He played it beautifully. And then amazingly the golden snail turned into the beautiful Dewi Limaran. The couple was so happy that they could be together again. They also thanked the old woman for her kindness. As a return, they asked her to stay in the palace. ***<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-43151635891961551132008-12-19T23:40:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.836-08:00Princess Mandalika<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Princess Mandalika</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from Nusa Tenggara Barat</span><br /></div><br />ONCE upon a time, there was a kingdom in Lombok. The king had a very beautiful daughter. Her name was Princess Mandalika. She was very beautiful; many young men fell in love with her.<br />Princes from all over the place wanted to marry her. One by one, they came to propose her. Princess Mandalika was a kind girl. She hated to make people sad. So, when those princes came to propose her to be their wives, she was very confused. She could not decide, and she also did not want to make them sad.<br />The king then held a competition in Seger Kuta beach, Lombok. He asked all the princes to take part in archery competition. The rule was simple: whoever shot the target perfectly, he could be the husband of his beautiful daughter.<br />One by one, all participants tried their best. They all wanted to be the winners. After several time, there was no winner. All the participants were great. Those princes were great in archery.<br />Because there was no a winner, then they started to argue. They claimed to be the best. The argument was getting hotter and hotter. Finally, they all were fighting. Soon, the fighting was bigger. It was like a war, because all princes brought their soldiers in the archery competition.<br />Princess Mandalika was really worried. She did not want the war to get bigger and hurt many people. Finally, she had an idea.<br />"Everybody, listen up! I know you all love me and want me to be your wife. But I can't be all your wives. I don't want you to fight because of me. And I don't want you to be sad either. I want you all to have me, but not as your wives. I want to be someone that everybody can have. I want to be useful for you. I want to be nyale that you all can enjoy together," said Princess Mandalika.<br />The king and all other people in the beach did not understand what she meant. The king then came to her. But before he came closer to his daughter, Princess Mandalika jumped to the sea. She was disappeared in the big waves.<br />It was chaos on the beach. People were screaming. All the princes tried to swim to find the princess. But no one dared to jump in the sea, the waves were too high.<br />After several hours trying to search the princess, suddenly they found a lot of sea worms on the beach. The king then realized that his daughter had returned as sea worms. Later he named the worms as nyale.<br />Until now, people in Lombok always try to catch nyale. Nyale is very delicious and that is why more and more people come to Lombok to catch it. However, they cannot catch it anytime they want. They can only find it once a year, in February or March. The tradition to catch the sea worms is called Bau Nyale.<br /><br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-52262722719112996832008-12-19T23:37:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.837-08:00The Legend of Surabaya<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Legend of Surabaya</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from East Java</span><br /></div><br /><br />A long time ago in East Java there were two strong animals, Sura and Baya. Sura was a shark and Baya was a crocodile. They lived in a sea. Actually, they were friends. But when they were hungry, they were very greedy. They did not want to share their food. They would fight for it and never stop fighting until one of them gave up. It was a very hot day. Sura and Baya were looking for some food. Suddenly, Baya saw a goat. “Yummy, this is my lunch,” said Baya. “No way! This is my lunch. You are greedy! I had not eaten for two days!” said Sura. Then Sura and Baya fought again. After several hours, they were very tired. Sura had a plan to stop their bad behavior. “I’m tired of fighting, Baya,” said Sura. “Me too. What should we do to stop fighting? Do you have any idea?” asked Baya. “Yes, I do. Let’s share our territory. I live in the water, so I look for food in the sea. And you live on the land, right? So, you look for the food also on the land. The border is the beach, so we will never meet again. Do you agree?” asked Sura. “Hmm... let me think about it. OK, I agree. From today, I will never go to the sea again. My place is on the land,” said Baya. Then they both lived in the different places. But one day, Sura went to the land and looked for some food in the river. He was very hungry and there was not much food in the sea. Baya was very angry when he knew that Sura broke the promise. “Hey, what are you doing here? This is my place. Your place is in the sea!” “But, there is water in the river, right? So, this is also my place!” said Sura. Then Sura and Baya fought again. They both hit each other. Sura bit BayaÕs tail. Baya did the same thing to Sura. He bit very hard until Sura finally gave up. He went back to the sea. Baya was very happy. He had his place again. The place where they were fighting was a mess. Blood was everywhere. People then always talked about the fight between Sura and Baya. They then named the place of the fight as Surabaya, it’s from Sura the shark and Baya the crocodile. People also put their fight as the symbol of Surabaya city. ***<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-53323928600746113882008-12-19T23:35:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.838-08:00The Crying Stone<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Crying Stone</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A Folktale from West Kalimantan</span><br /></div><br />In a small village, a girl lives with her mother. The girl is very beautiful. Everyday she puts make-up and wears her best clothes. She doesn't like to help her mother work in a field. The girl is very lazy.<br />One day, the mother asks the girl to accompany her to go to the market to buy some food. At first the girl refuses, but the mother persuades her by saying they are going to buy new clothes. The girl finally agrees. But she asks her mother to walk behind her. She doesn't want to walk side by side with her mother.<br />Although her mother is very sad, she agrees to walk behind her daughter.<br />On the way to the market, everybody admires the girl's beauty. They are also curious. Behind the beautiful girl, there is an old woman with a simple dress. The girl and her mother look very different!<br />"Hello, pretty lady. Who is the woman behind you?" asks them. “She is my servant,” answers the girl.<br />The mother is very sad, but she doesn't say anything.<br />The girl and the mother meet other people. Again they ask who the woman behind the beautiful girl. Again the girl answers that her mother is her servant. She always says that her mother is her servant every time they meet people.<br />At last, the mother cannot hold the pain anymore. She prays to God to punish her daughter. God answers her prayer. Slowly, the girl's leg turns into stone. The process continues to the upper part of the girl's body. The girl is very panicky.<br />"Mother, please forgive me!" she cries and ask her mother to forgive her.<br />But it's too late. Her whole body finally becomes a big stone. Until now people still can see tears falling down the stone. People then call it the crying stone or batu menangis. ***<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-75880928889652099812008-12-19T23:34:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.838-08:00The Wise King<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The Wise King</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >A Folktale from West Kalimantan</span></span><br /></div><br />"Hello everybody, come and visit my restaurant. I have delicious food for you," Pak Razak is standing in front of his restaurant. He is inviting people to come and eat in his place.<br />A moment later a farmer comes. He is standing in front of the restaurant. He smells the aroma of the delicious food.<br />"Hmm...yummy," says the farmer.<br />"Hey! What are you doing? Do you want to come to my restaurant or not?' asks Pak Razak.<br />"No, I don't. Smelling the aroma of your delicious food makes me full," says the farmer.<br />"But you still have to pay! You smell my delicious food," Pak Razak is angry.<br />"No way! I don't want to pay! It's impossible!" The farmer is also angry.<br />Then Pak Razak and the farmer have an argument.<br />People come and ask to calm down. They suggest Pak Razak and the farmer go to the King to solve the problem.<br />"Please tell me what happened,” asks the King.<br />Pak Razak and the farmer tell the King about the problem.<br />"Hmm...I have the solution. Now put your coins into this bottle."<br />"Do you hear the sound of the coins?" asks the King to Pak Razak.<br />"Yes, I do," answes Pak Razak.<br />"Then, the farmer has just paid you. He pays your delicious aroma with the sound of his money," explains the King.<br />Pak Razak is silent. He knows the King is right. The King just gave him a lesson. He then apologizes to the farmer. ***<br />0 comments Links to this post<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-20476211140162807592008-12-19T23:33:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.839-08:00Nyi Banjarsari<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nyi Banjarsari </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from Banten</span><br /></div><br />IT was a rainy season. The villagers were happy, most of them were farmers. Rain would water their rice field and soon they would harvest their rice. Pak Bong was one of the farmers. He was also very happy. He wanted to buy some clothes for himself, his wife, and his beloved daughter, Nyi Banjarsari. She was a very beautiful girl. Her parents loved her because she was very obedient. One night, Pak Bong had a terrible dream. An old man came to him and said the rain would never stop. There would be a great flood. At first Pak Bong thought it was just a dream but he had the same dream in the following nights. He decided to tell all the villagers about his dream and asked them to evacuate on a hill not far from their village. "Ha ha ha? You are joking, Pak Bong. How can we leave our rice field? We are going to have great harvest, remember?" Everybody was laughing at Pak Bong. Pak Bong did not give up. He kept on asking the villagers to evacuate to the hill. Finally some villagers believed him. Together with his wife, and his daughter Nyi Banjarsari, Pak Bong and his friends went to the hill. In the meantime, heavy rain fell days and nights. It continued until water entered the houses. The villagers were sorry they did not listen to Pak Bong and ignored his advice. Soon, the village was drowned! Pak Bong and his friends could not do anything. They were sad because their village was under water. Then they prayed to God. They asked God how the water dried up from their village. The answer came in Pak Bong's dream. In his dream, the same old man told him how to save their village. "If you want the water to dry up, you have to sacrifice your daughter. She has to jump into the water!" said the old man. Pak Bong was very sad. He then told his family about his dream. His wife did not agree at all. She did not want to lose her lovely daughter. "That's OK, Mother. If this is the only way to save our village, I would jump into the water," said Nyi Banjarsari. Her parents could not say anything. They could not prevent their daughter from jumping into the water. Slowly, water dried up. Pak Bong and his friends then returned to their village. They built their houses and had their lives back. To show their thankfulness and gratefulness to Nyi Banjarsari, the villagers named their village into Banjarsari.(*)<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-23003883593583185302008-12-19T23:28:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.840-08:00The Lazy Uder<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} span.title {mso-style-name:title;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:21;" >The Lazy Uder </span></b><br /><i><span style="font-size:15;">Folklore from Central Kalimantan<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size:15;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He always woke up in the afternoon. Then he went fishing on the river until evening. Uder never helped his wife. That’s why she always worked alone in the field. She never gave up giving him advice. But, Uder never listened to his wife. On one afternoon, Uder went fishing. He took some worms as bait. On the way to the river, he met his neighbor. “Hey Uder, where are you going?” “I’m going fishing,” said Uder. “What do you have for the bait?” “Some worms,” answered Uder. Then he continued walking. Then he met another neighbour. Again, the neighbour asked where Uder was going and what he had for the bait. Uder answered. After that, he met another neighbour. He also asked the same question. Uder was tired of answering. He was upset. So he decided to ignore everyone. While he was walking very fast, he met a group of monkeys. They could talk like humans. “Hey Uder, are you going fishing?” asked one of the monkeys. “Yes, I am.” “What do you have for the bait?” Uder was still upset with all those same questions. This time he could not take it anymore. “I’m going to use your mother for the bait!” said Uder. “Hey! Don’t make fun with my mother!” Those monkeys were angry. They took Uder. Then they tied him in a big tree. “ Please forgive me. I did not mean to make fun with your mother. I was just upset with all those questions my neighbours had asked me?” explained Uder. “Okay, we forgive you. We will free you, if you can tell us a place where we can eat fruits. We are hungry.” “Go across the river. There you can see a very big rambutan tree. You can eat those rambutans until all of you are full.” Then the monkeys freed him. Uder then ran as fast as he could. After he arrived home, he apologized to his wife and promised to be a good husband. ***<i><span style="font-size:15;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-54039479718284334662008-12-19T23:27:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.840-08:00A Buffalo and a Monkey<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Buffalo and a Monkey</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from Central Kalimantan</span><br /></div><br /><br />IT was a very hot day. A monkey was walking by the riverside. He was very thirsty and hungry. He took some water and drank it. He was very happy. Then, he saw some banana trees. But they were across the river. The monkey could not swim so he was thinking very hard. Suddenly, "Aha!" said the monkey. He had an idea. Not far from him, a buffalo was drinking some water in the river. He came closer to the buffalo and told him his plan. "Hello, Mr Buffalo. Are you hungry?" "Yes, I am. I really want to eat some grass," said the buffalo. "I know a place where you can eat a lot of grass. It is across the river." "I know that place. It's a field. A farmer owns it. He will be angry if I eat the grass on his field," said the buffalo. "You are right. He is angry if he sees you eating the grass. If he does not see you, he won't be angry, right?" the monkey kept on persuading the buffalo. "Come on! Let's go now. We just have to be quiet and do not make noise," said the monkey. Actually, he wanted to trick the buffalo. He wanted to sit on the buffalo's back while they were crossing the river. "Ok then. But promise you won't be noisy," said the buffalo. The monkey immediately jumped to the buffalo's back. The buffalo's body was big. He did not have problem in crossing the river. After a while, they arrived at the farmer's field. Both of them immediately ate. "Mr Buffalo, I'm already full. Let's go back," said the monkey. "But I'm not full yet. Wait for a moment." The monkey was impatient. He was thinking how he could ask the buffalo to go back across the river. Then he had an idea. He made a lot of noise. It was very loud! The farmer heard the noise and he approached them. When he saw two animals were eating on his field, the farmer threw some stones. One big stone hit the buffalo's head. The buffalo's cried in pain. He immediately ran to the river. The monkey followed him and jumped on the buffalo's back. "Why did you make a lot of noise? You promised to keep quiet!" said the buffalo while they were crossing the river. "Now, I want to take a bath here. I want to clean up my wound." "But I cannot swim. If you take a bath here, I will be drawn," the monkey was panic."I don't care. You made me bleeding." The buffalo then rolled over his body. The monkey had to hold very tight. He was very scared. After the buffalo finished taking bath, then he crossed back to the riverside. The monkey was very wet. He was very weak and frightened. He apologized to the buffalo. And he promised not to do it again. (*)<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-35281969912488102812008-12-19T23:25:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.841-08:00Sangi the Hunter<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sangi the Hunter</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from Central Kalimantan</span><br /></div><br />A long time ago in Central Kalimantan, a great hunter named Sangi lived. Every time he went to the jungle to go hunting, he brought a lot of animals home. Sangi lived with his family on a riverside.<br />As always, Sangi went to the jungle. He saw some footprints of a wild hog. He slowly followed the footprints. The footprints ended in a big tree. Sangi thought the hog was behind the tree. Slowly he walked around the tree then he was really amazed. He saw a big dragon was trying to swallow a wild hog. The hog was so big that the dragon could not swallow it easily.<br />After several times trying to swallow, finally the dragon gave up. Suddenly, the dragon looked at Sangi. He was really shocked! He wanted to run very fast. He thought the dragon would eat him alive.<br />Though Sangi had tried to run, his feet could not move at all. The dragon slowly came to him. Then they were face to face. When the dragon was exactly in front of him, it turned into smoke. When the smoke was gone, there was a handsome man.<br />He said, ''Eat that wild hog. This is your punishment for seeing me try to eat.''<br />''I can't. I am a human. I cannot eat a wild hog that big,'' said Sangi.<br />''Yes, you can. If you are a dragon, you can eat that hog,'' said the man.<br />Then Sangi changed into a dragon. After that, he ate the hog. Later, he changed back as a human.<br />''What happened to me? Why could I change as a dragon?'' said Sangi.<br />''It also happened to me years ago. I did what you did. I saw a dragon ate then the dragon made me a dragon. It is great to be like us. We are half dragon and half human. You can change to be a dragon or human anytime you like. Besides that, you can be forever young. I'm more than 100 years old but I still look young right?'' said the man.<br />He continued, ''There is one condition that you have to do. Don't tell anyone that you are a half dragon and half human. If you did, you could be a dragon forever and unable to change back as human,'' said the man. After that, he disappeared.<br />Since then, Sangi had two lives, one as a dragon and one as a human. He also looked young although he was really old. People always asked the secret, but he never told them why he could look young forever.<br />On his 150th birthday, people could not stand it anymore. More and more people asked him. Sangi gave up. He told them that he was actually half dragon and half human. People were laughing at him. They did not believe that.<br />''I am a dragon!'' screamed Sangi. He was upset because they did not believe him.<br />Right after Sangi finished saying that, his body was shaking. Slowly he changed as a dragon. People were scared. They were running away.<br />Sangi was really sad. He regretted for telling them his secret. He knew he could not live in the village with his family anymore. He went to the river and lived there. Since then, people named the river Sangi River. ***<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-16665281818780365222008-12-19T23:21:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.841-08:00Kebo Iwa<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kebo Iwa</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from Bali</span><br /></div><br />Once upon a time in Bali, a man and his wife were praying. They have been married for a long time but did not have any children. They asked God to give them a child. They prayed and prayed. God finally answered their pray. The wife, then, got pregnant and they had a baby boy. They were very happy.<br />The baby was extraordinary. He was very much different from other babies. He ate and drank a lot. Day after day he ate more and more. His body was getting bigger and bigger. And by the time he was a teenager, his body was as big as a buffalo. People then started to call him Kebo Iwa.<br />Because of his eating habit, Kebo Iwa’s parents spent a lot of money to buy his food in large amount. They finally went bankrupt. They gave up and asked the villagers to help them provide the food.<br />The villagers then worked together to cook and build a big house for Kebo Iwa. He was like a giant. He could not stay in his parents’ house anymore because of his big body. Sadly, after a few months, the villagers also could not afford to cook him the food. They then asked Kebo Iwa to cook his own food. The villagers just prepared the raw materials.<br />Kebo Iwa agreed and as an expression of his gratitude to the villagers, he built a dam, dug wells, and he also protected the villagers from animals and people who wanted to attack their village. He did those things by himself.<br />Meanwhile, the troops of Majapahit were planning to attack Bali. They knew about Kebo Iwa. And they also knew that they could not conquer Bali with Kebo Iwa there. Kebo Iwa was more powerful than they were.<br />Gajah Mada, the Maha Patih (Chief Minister) of Majapahit then planned something. They were pretending to invite Kebo Iwa to Majapahit to help them dig some wells. They said that Majapahit was suffering from a long dry season and needed much water. Kebo Iwa did not know the plan, so he went to Majapahit.<br />When Kebo Iwa was busy digging a very big well, the troops covered the well. Kebo Iwa had difficulty in breathing and buried alive. He died inside the well.<br />After the death of Kebo Iwa, Bali was conquered by Majapahit. Until now, people still remember Kebo Iwa because he had done a lot for Majapahit and Bali. The stone head of legendary Kebo Iwa can be found in Pura Gaduh temple in Blahbatuh. ***<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-7630637740176333102008-12-19T23:19:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.842-08:00Sidomukti<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >Sidomukti</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A Folkltale from East Java</span><br /></div><br />Sidomukti and his father live in Widorokandang, East Java. Right now, Sidomukti is sad. His father is seriously ill. His father asks him to go to a jungle to take some special leaves for his medicine. Sidomukti then immediately goes to the jungle.<br />In the jungle, Sidomukti goes here and there to find the leaves. While he is busy searching the leaves, suddenly he finds a hut. He goes to the hut and knocks the door.<br />An old woman opens the door. "What can I do for you, young man?" asks her.<br />"My father is very ill. I want to find some special leaves for his medicine."<br />"Well, it's getting late outside and going to be dark soon. Why don't you stay here and spend the night in my place. You can continue searching for the leaves tomorrow, "the old woman offers him a help.<br />Sidomukti agrees. He feels very tired and wants to sleep. While he sleeping, he feels something moving on his leg. The spider stings him. Sidomukti screams in pain. "Ouuuchh. That's hurts!!!"<br />He is looking around th e bed room. He wants to use something to kill the black spider. He takes a broom in the corner of the room.<br />"Gotcha?" He kills the black spider.<br />Suddenly a beautiful woman comes to his room. Sidomukti is confused. He asks her. "Who are you?"<br />The beautiful woman answers. "Don't be affraid, young man. I was the old woman. A witch cursed me into an old woman. She also put a black spider to guard me. Actually I'm a princess. Because you already helped me, I will tell my father the King to help you."<br />Sidomukti and the princess then go to the kingdom. The king is very happy his daughter is back. To show his gratitude to Sidomukti, the king gave him gold. He also orders his people to help Sidomukti find the special leaves. ***<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-15695696883817173842008-12-19T23:17:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.843-08:00Cindelaras<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >Cindelaras</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from East Java </span><br /></div><br />RADEN Putra was the king of Jenggala kingdom. He had a beautiful queen. Besides that, the king also had a beautiful concubine. Unlike the queen, the concubine had bad personalities. She was jealous with the queen, so she planned to make the queen leave the palace. By doing so, she could be the new queen.<br />The concubine asked the palace healer to help her do the bad plan. They told the king that the queen wanted to poison him. The king was angry. He sent the queen to a jungle. It is the punishment for her. There was one condition that the king did not know, the queen waspregnant.<br />After several months lived in the jungle, the queen gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him Cindelaras. He grew up as a nice, healthy, and handsome young man. One day, while Cindelaras helped her mother to collect some fire woods, an eagle dropped an egg. He took the egg and carefully took care of it.<br />The egg hatched into a chick and then it became a strong rooster. The rooster had a magical skill. It was very powerful and skilful in fighting with other roosters. Besides that, the rooster could also sing. The song was about Cindelaras and his father, Raden Putra. “My master is Cindelaras. He lives in the jungle. His father is a king. His name is Raden Putra.” The rooster often sang the song.<br />When Cindelaras first heard that song, he ignored it. However, he could not stand it anymore. He talked to his mother about it. His mother told him the whole story. Cindelaras was very surprised. He decided to go to the palace to meet the king, his father. Cindelaras also brought his rooster to go to the palace.<br />On the way to go there, he met some people. They asked him to fight his rooster with their roosters. Cindelaras’ rooster won the fight. He won again and again. Cindelaras great rooster was heard by King Raden Putra. So, he invited Cindelaras to the palace to fight his rooster with the king’s rooster.<br />The king made a bet. If Cindelaras’ rooster won the fight, he would get all king’s jewellery. However, if Cindelaras’s rooster lost, he would be punished in a jail. The two roosters fought bravely. In just few minutes, Cindelaras’ rooster won the fight! Then, the rooster sang the song.<br />The king was surprised, he asked who Cindelaras was. He then told the king about her mother living in the jungle. Later, the palace healer admitted his mistake. He said that the queen was innocent. She never tried to kill the king. The king was very angry. He ordered the concubine to be sent to jail. The king immediately went to the jungle to pick up his wife. He apologized for sending her to the jungle and made her the queen again. ***<br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-20041037629661715352008-12-19T23:15:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.843-08:00Jaka Tarub and Nawang Wulan<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Jaka Tarub and Nawang Wulan</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folklore from East Java</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />A Tarub was a handsome young man. He was very popular in the village. Many young girls fell in love with him. However Jaka Tarub thought that they were not beautiful enough to be his wife. That's why he was still single. He wanted to have a very beautiful wife.As always, Jaka Tarub went to the forest to collect some woods. Suddenly he heard some noise from the waterfall. He was curious. The noise was from the girls taking a bath in the waterfall.Slowly, Jaka Tarub walked to the area. When he arrived there, he saw seven beautiful girls taking a bath. He was really amazed by their beauty. After they were finished, the girls slowly took their shawls. Amazingly after they wore the shawls, they flew to the sky. They were not humans. They were fairies!After that Jaka Tarub went home. He was very restless. He was still thinking about those seven beautiful girls. On the next day, Jaka Tarub then decided to go back to the waterfall. When those fairies were taking a bath, he stole one of their shawls. And that made one fairy could not fly back to the sky.She cried. Jaka Tarub then approached her. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "I lost my shawl. I cannot go back home. All my sisters have left me. My name is Nawang Wulan. I will give you anything if you can find my shawl." "I'll help you. But if we can?t find it, you can stay at my house. You can be my wife," said Jaka Tarub. Then Jaka Tarub pretended to look for the shawl. And of course they could not find it. After that they went to Jaka Tarub's home. Later they got married.They had a baby girl. They had a happy life. They always had enough rice to eat. They did not have to work hard like their neighbors. It was because Nawang Wulan used her magic in cooking. One day, Jaka Tarub asked her about the magic. Nawang Wulan did not tell him the secret and asked him not to open the cooking pan's lid. She said that if Jaka Tarub opened the lid, they had to work hard to get a lot of rice to cook. One day, Jaka Tarub was really curious. He then opened the cooking pan's lid. He saw there was only a small portion of rice to cook. When she got home, Nawang Wulan knew that Jaka Tarub had opened the lid. She was angry because she already lost the magic in cooking. Now she had to take a big portion of rice to cook. Slowly there was not enough rice in the silo. And when Nawang Wulan wanted to take the last portion of rice, she found her shawl. Jaka Tarub hid the shawl in the silo.Nawang Wulan was really happy. She then said, "I will go home now. Take care of our daughter. When there is full moon, take her out of the house and I'll come to get her." Nawang Wulan then flew to the sky. Jaka Tarub was really sad. And to keep the promise, Jaka Tarub always went out of the house with his daughter when there was full moon. But Nawang Wulan never came back.<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-37010891803623019842008-12-19T23:11:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.844-08:00Siuk Bimbim and Siuk Bambam<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;} span.title {mso-style-name:title;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b><span style=";font-family:";" >Siuk Bimbim and Siuk Bambam</span></b></span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" > <b><i>A Folktale from Central Kalimantan</i></b></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Siuk Bimbim and Siuk Bambam are brothers. They are orphans. Their parents died when Siuk Bimbim was a baby. Siuk Bambam always takes care of his younger brother, Siuk Bimbim. They help each other and never quarrel.<br />It's the late afternoon. Siuk Bimbim and Siuk Bambam want to the dinner. "We don't have enough food. I have to go to the barn now," says Siuk Bambam.<br />"But, don't go too long. Please come back soon," says Siuk Bimbim.<br />"Don't worry. Lock the door and never open to anyone except me, OK?"<br />Siuk Bambam then leaves. Actually he wants to take his brother goes with him to the rice barn. But it's very far. He doesn't want his younger brother to be tired.<br />Besides that, he can go there faster by walking quikly.<br />Meanwhile, Siuk Bimbim is sleeping. He is very tired. Suddenly, he wakes up. He hears someone knocks the door. The sound is very loud. Siuk Bimbim is very scared. When he looks outside through a window, he sees a giant the front of the door. He is shocked. The giant then breaks the door and enters the house. Siuk Bimbim then runs. He runs and runs until he gets very tired. He feels he cannot stand up anymore. Then he is fainted.<br />After a while, Siuk Bambam comes home from the rice barn. He is shocked when he sees the house is in a mess. He is calling his brother, "Siuk Bimbim, whre are you?" No one answers Siuk Bambam gets more shocked when he sees some footprints. They are not his brother's footprints. They are the giant's footprints!<br />Siuk Bambam gets much panicked. He looks for his brother everywhere.<br />Suddenly he sees his brother under the tree. Siuk Bimbim is unconscious. Siuk Bambam then takes him to a well. It's a magic well. It can cure any disease. He gives some water to his youger brother. Ater a while, Siuk Bimbim cured. Siuk Bimbim is very happy. He hugs his younger brother and takes him home. ***<br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-44610297230009353742008-12-19T23:07:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.845-08:00Putri Bunga and the Prince of Fish<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Putri Bunga and the Prince of Fish</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Folklore from East Java</span><br /></div><br />PUTRI Bunga was a kind girl. She lived with her uncle and aunt. Her parents died when she was a baby. She was an orphan.<br />"Aunty, I have done the chores, sweeping and mopping. Now I want to go to the river to clean the dirty plates, spoons, forks, and the cooking pot," said Putri Bunga to her aunt.<br />"Yes, Dear. But please be careful. And don't spend too much time there. After you have finished, go home immediately," said the aunt.<br />"I will, Aunty," said Putri Bunga.<br />Putri Bunga then rushed to the river. Her aunt watched her go.<br />On the way to the river, Putri Bunga sang a song. She was a truly polite girl. She greeted people she met nicely. In return, people greeted her back warmly. Everybody in the village knew her. Putri Bunga was a beautiful girl.<br />When arrived at the riverside, she immediately cleaned all the dirty kitchen utensils. They put them on the riverside. One by one she cleaned the plates, spoons, forks, and the last one was the cooking pot.<br />When she was cleaning the forks, a golden fish was rushed by the water and went into the cooking pot. Putri Bunga did not see the fish; she was too busy cleaning the forks.<br />Suddenly, she heard someone called her name and asked for help.<br />"Putri Bunga, please help me!"<br />Putri Bunga looked around. She did not see anyone in the riverside. She then continued cleaning the forks.<br />"Putri Bunga, please help me. I'm inside the cooking pot."<br />Putri Bunga did not believe what she heard. But she was so curious. She then looked inside the cooking pot.<br />"A golden fish? Why is it inside the cooking pot?" She then took the fish up. She wanted to throw the fish back to the river.<br />Before she did that, the fish turned into a handsome man.<br />"Don't be afraid, Putri Bunga. I'm the golden fish you helped. I'm the prince of fish. I was rushed by the water and accidentally went inside your cooking pot."<br />The man then continued, "Putri Bunga, I have known you for a long time. Every time you go to the riverside, I always watch you. Putri Bunga, you are very beautiful. I'm in love with you. Will you marry me?"<br />Putri Bunga was surprised. She never thought that a prince of fish would propose her. She then said, "I will marry you. But you have to live with me and my uncle and aunt on the land. You also have to make us happy," said Putri Bunga.<br />The prince of fish agreed. Then they got married and lived happily ever after. ***Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-15309618572573844062008-12-19T23:05:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.846-08:00Kemuning Princess<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 21.5pt; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Putri Kemuning</span></b><br /><b><i>A folktale from East Java</i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br />Putri Kemuning and her mother live in a jungle. They are poor. Putri Kemuning always helps her mother collect woods in the jungle and sell them in the market.<br />In the jungle, Putri Kemuning has animal friends. One day, Putri Kemuning's mother is ill. Putri Kemuning is very sad because she does not have enough money to buy medicine. She then collects many woods and plans to sell them. She wants to spend the money to buy medicine.<br />While She collects the woods, Putri Kemuning meets her animal friend, the rabbit. He is worried because Putri Kemuning looks very sad.<br />Putri Kemuning tells the problem to the rabbit.<br />"I can help you. Take this ring and then sell it," says the rabbit.<br />"Is this your ring?" asks Putri Kemuning.<br />"No. This is the King Ngarancang Kencono's ring. I fell when he washunting here."<br />Putri Kemuning hesitates. She really needs the money but it is not her ring. Finally she says, "No, I have to return this ring to the king."<br />Putri Kemuning then goes to see the king at his palace.<br />"What is your name and what is your purpose here?" says the king.<br />"My name is Putri Kemuning. I want to return your ring," says Putri Kemuning.<br />"Thank you very much. Now, I want to give you something. What do you want?"<br />"I don't anything. I just want to go home. My mother is very ill," says Putri Kemuning.<br />"You are a very kind girl. Now, take this gift,"<br />Putri Kemuning goes home. When she arrives, Putri Kemuning tells her mother about the king's ring. Her mother is very proud of her. When they open the gift, they see a bag full of gold coins. They are very happy because they can buy medicine. ***</p>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-68932236462868542372008-12-19T08:21:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.848-08:00Timun Mas<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">retold by Renny Yaniar</span><br /><br />Long long time ago, there was a farmer couple. They were staying in a village near a forest. They lived happily. Unfortunately, they hadn’t had any children yet.<br /><br />Every day they prayed to God for a child. One day a giant passed their home. He heard what they were praying. Then the giant gave them a cucumber seed.<br /><br />"Plant this seed, then you’ll get a daughter,” said the giant. “Thank you, Giant,” said the couple. “But in one condition, in her 17-th birthday, you must give her to me,” said the Giant. The couple wanted a child so much that they agreed without thinking first.<br /><br />Then the couple planted the cucumber seed. Each day they took care the growing plant so carefully. Months later, a golden cucumber grew from the plant. The cucumber was getting heavier and bigger each day. When it was ripe, they picked it. Carefully they cut out the cucumber and how surprised were they when they found a beautiful baby inside. They were so happy. They named the baby Timun Mas, or Golden Cucumber.<br /><br />Years were passing by and Timun Mas had grown into a beautiful girl. Her parents were very proud of her. But their happiness turned to fear when her 17th birthday came. The giant returned to ask for their promise. He was going to take Timun Mas away.<br /><br />The farmer tried to be calm. “Just a moment, please. Timun Mas is playing. My wife will call her,” he said. Then the farmer came to his daughter. “My child, take this,” as he was giving her a little bag to Timun Mas. “This will help you from the giant. Now, run as fast as you can,” he ordered. So Timun Mas ran away.<br /><br />The couple was very sad about her leaving. But they didn’t want the giant to eat Timun Mas. Meanwhile, the giant had been waiting for too long. He became impatient. Somehow he knew that the couple had lied to him. So he destroyed their house and ran for Timun Mas.<br /><br />The giant was chasing Timun Mas and he was getting closer and closer. Timun Mas then took a handful of salt from her little bag. She spread out the salt behind her. Suddenly a wide sea appeared between them. The giant had to swim to reach her<br /><br />Timun Mas was still running, but now the giant almost caught her. Then she took some chilly and threw them to the giant. The chilly suddenly grew into some trees and trapped the giant. The trees grew some thorns as sharp as a knife. The giant screamed painfully. At the mean time, Timun Mas could escape again.<br /><br />But the giant was very strong. Again he almost caught Timun Mas. So Timun Mas took the third magic stuff, the cucumber seeds. She threw the seeds and suddenly they became a wide cucumber field. The giant was very tired and hungry so he ate those fresh cucumbers. He ate too much that he felt sleepy and fell asleep soon.<br /><br />Timun Mas kept on running as fast as she could. But soon she was very tired herself. To make things worse, the giant had woken up! Timun Mas was so scared. Desperately she then threw her last weapon, terasi (a kind of shrimp pasta). IT did a miracle again. The pasta became a big swamp. The giant fell into it but his hands almost reached Timun Mas. Suddenly the lake pulled him to the bottom. The giant panicked and he couldn’t breathe. At last he was drown.<br /><br />Timun Mas was very relieved. She was safe now. Then she returned to her parents’ house. Her parents were of course very happy to see their daughter safe and sound. “Thanks God. You have saved my daughter,” they cried happily. From then on, Timun Mas lived happily with her parents with no fear anymore.<br /><!-- http://www.geocities.com/kesumawijaya/ceritarakyat/centraljava1.html --><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-7954521399584724742008-12-19T08:20:00.001-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.849-08:00Talaga Warna<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">retold by Renny Yaniar</span><br /><br />Long long ago there was a kingdom in West Java. The kingdom was ruled by a king. People called their king His Majesty Prabu. Prabu was a kind and wise king. No wonder if that country was prosperous. There's no hunger in this kingdom.<br /><br />It was a very happy condition. But it was a pity that Prabu and his queen hadn't got any children. It made the royal couple very very sad. Some old men and women who was respected by Prabu suggested the king to adopt a child. But Prabu and the queen didn't agree. "No, thank you. But for us, our own daughter or son is better than adopted children."<br /><br />The queen was very sad. She often cried. That was why Prabu decided to go. He went to the jungle. There he prayed to God. Everyday he begged for a child. His dream come true. A few months later, the queen got fregnant. All people in the kingdom felt happy. They sent many presents to the palace to express their happiness.<br /><br />Nine months later a princess was born. People sent their presents again as a gift to a little princess. This baby grew as a beautiful teenager then.<br /><br />Prabu and Queen loved their daughter so much. They gave what ever she wanted. It made Princess a very spoiled girl. When her wish couldn't be realized, she became very angry. She even said bad things often. A true princess wouldn't do that. Eventhough the princess behaved badly, her parents loved her, so did the people in that kingdom.<br /><br />Day by day, the princess grew more beautiful. No girls couldn't compare with her. In a few days, Princess would be 17 years old. So, people of that kingdom went to palace. They brought many presents for her. Their presents gift were very beautiful. Prabu collected the presents. There were really many presents. Then Prabu stored them in a building. Some times he could take them to give to his people.<br /><br />Prabu only took some gold and jewels. Then she brought them to the goldsmith. "Please make a beautiful necklace for my daughter," said Prabu. "My pleasure, Your Majesty," the goldsmith replied. The goldsmith worked with all his heart and his ability. He wanted to create the most beautiful necklace in the world because he loved his princess.<br /><br />The birthday came. People gathered in the palace field. When Prabu and queen appeared, people welcomed them happily. Prabu and his wife waved to their beloved people.<br /><br />Cheers were louder and louder when the princess appeared with her fabulous pretty face. Everybody admired her beauty. Prabu got up from his chair. A lady gave him a small and glamourous pillow. A wonderful necklace was on it. Prabu took that necklace. "My beloved daughter, today I give this necklace to you. This necklace is a gift from people in this country. They love you so much. They presented it for you to express their happiness, because you have growing to a woman. Please, wear this necklace," said Prabu.<br /><br />Princess accepted the necklace. She looked at the necklace in a glance. "I don't want to accepted it! It's ugly!" shouted the princess. Then she threw the necklace. The beautiful necklace was broken. The gold and jewels were spread out on the floor<br /><br />Everybody couldn't say anything. They never thought that their beloved princess would did that cruel thing. Nobody spoke. In their silence people heard the queen crying. Every woman felt sad and began crying too. Then everybody was crying.<br /><br />Then there was a miracle. Earth was crying. Suddenly, from the under ground, a spring emerged. It made a pool of water. The palce was getting full. Soon the place became a big lake. The lake sank all of the kingdom.<br /><br />Nowadays the water on that lake is not as full as before. There is only a small lake now. People called the lake "Talaga Warna". It is mean "Lake of Colour". It's located in Puncak, West Java. On a bright day, the lake is full of colour. So beautiful and amazing. These colors come from shadows of forest, plants, flowers, and sky arround the lake. But some people said that the colours are from the princess's necklace, which spreads at the bottom of the lake.<br /><!-- http://www.geocities.com/kesumawijaya/ceritarakyat/westjava1.html --><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-79209575539213200372008-12-19T02:21:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.851-08:00Earth Shake! House Break!<strong>By Aaron Shepard<br /><br /></strong><p align="justify">Once on an island far, far to the east—or maybe to the west—there were three brothers. In those days, everyone on that island lived in caves. But the three brothers were not happy about it.<br /><br />“Why must we live in a cave?” the oldest asked their mother.<br /><br />“It is because of the Earthquake God,” she told them. “If we built a house, he would come to wreck it.”<br /><br />“What if we built a house he couldn’t wreck?” said the middle brother.<br /><br />“No one knows how,” said their mother.<br /><br />“Then we should try and find out,” said the youngest.<br /><br />The brothers all agreed they should build such a house, but they could not agree how. So each set off to the valley to build one of his own.<br /><br />The oldest brother built his house from stone and mortar. He told himself, “It is as strong as a mountain.”<br /><br />The middle brother built his house from wood and pegs. He said, “It is as strong as a tree.”<br /><br />The youngest brother built his house from bamboo and cord. He said, “It is as strong as the grass.”<br /><br />One day, the Earthquake God came down the mountain. On legs like pillars, he strode up to the oldest brother’s house of stone.<br /><br />“So!” he said. “They try to build houses, do they?”<br /><br />The Earthquake God stamped his feet. And as he stamped, he shouted,<br /><br /> “EARTH SHAKE!<br /> HOUSE BREAK!”<br /><br />The earth shook and the house shivered. The mortar cracked and the stones fell down. The Earthquake God laughed.<br /><br />Somehow, the oldest brother got out safely and ran to his brother’s house of wood. But it was not long before the Earthquake God arrived.<br /><br />“Another one! Well, this one won’t last any longer.” He stamped his feet and shouted,<br /><br /> “EARTH SHAKE!<br /> HOUSE BREAK!”<br /><br />The earth shook and the house shuddered. The pegs snapped and the walls leaned over. The Earthquake God laughed.<br /><br />The two brothers got out quickly and ran to their brother’s house of bamboo. But soon the Earthquake God arrived there too.<br /><br />“Still another! But this one looks weakest of all!” He stamped and shouted,<br /><br /> “EARTH SHAKE!<br /> HOUSE BREAK!”<br /><br />The earth shook and the house swayed. The cord strained and the bamboo wobbled—but then it sprang back straight!<br /><br />The Earthquake God frowned. He stamped harder, then harder still. But nothing he did could wreck the bamboo house.<br /><br />At last, in a fury, he stamped back up the mountain.<br /><br />The brothers were happy to see him go. But the oldest asked the youngest, “Why did your house stand when ours did not?” And the middle brother said, “Yes, why?”<br /><br />The youngest brother answered, “You tried to make your houses stronger than the Earthquake God. But I made mine weaker. Whatever bends does not break.”<br /><br />And that is why, forever after, everyone on that island built their houses from bamboo.<br /><br />Poor Earthquake God!<br /><br /></p>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-28783765564740940972008-12-19T02:18:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.852-08:00I Know What I KnowA Tale of Denmark<br />Told by Aaron Shepard<br /><br /><p align="justify">Once there was a man named Ulf who had three grown-up daughters. Each had married a troll and gone to live inside a hill.<br /><br />Ulf had not seen any of them since their weddings. One day he decided to visit the eldest. He walked till he came to the hill where she lived.<br /><br />A door in the hillside flew open. “Welcome!” said his daughter, and she let him in.<br /><br />“Husband, look!” she told the troll. “My father’s here! Will you go buy some meat for the stew?”<br /><br />“Why buy what is already owned?” said the troll.<br /><br />He picked up a mallet and hit himself on the back of the head. Thunk! His head flew off into the stew pot, and a new head grew on his shoulders.<br /><br />“Ah!” said Ulf.<br /><br />When he got home, he told his wife, “I have learned something wonderful!”<br /><br />“What have you learned?” she asked.<br /><br />But Ulf just smiled and said, “I know what I know.”<br /><br />A few days later, Ulf’s wife told him, “We need meat for the stew. Will you go buy some?”<br /><br />“Why buy what is already owned?” said Ulf. He picked up a mallet and knocked himself on the back of the head. Thunk!<br /><br />“Oof!” said Ulf. He fell senseless to the floor.<br /><br />When he came to, his wife said, “Husband, why in the world did you hit yourself?”<br /><br />“Never mind!” said Ulf grumpily. “I know what I know!”<br /><br />Ulf spent the next few days in bed. When the bump on his head had gone down, he decided to visit his middle daughter. He walked till he came to the hill where she lived.<br /><br />A door in the hill flew open. “Welcome!” said his daughter. “Husband, look! My father’s here! Will you go buy some candles for the table?”<br /><br />“Why go far for what is near?” said the troll.<br /><br />He put his hand in the fire. Ssssss. When he pulled it out, his fingers were lit like candles and made the room quite bright.<br /><br />“Oh!” said Ulf.<br /><br />When he got home, he said, “I have learned something marvelous!”<br /><br />“What have you learned?” said his wife.<br /><br />Ulf smiled. “I know what I know.”<br /><br />A few days later, his wife said, “We need candles for the table. Will you go buy some?”<br /><br />“Why go far for what is near?” said Ulf. He stuck his hand in the fire. Ssssss.<br /><br />“Yeow!” he cried, and hopped about the room, waving his hand in the air. At last he fell in a faint.<br /><br />When he woke up, his wife said, “Husband, why in the world did you burn yourself?”<br /><br />“Never mind!” said Ulf. “I know what I know!”<br /><br />Ulf had to wear a bandage for over a week. When his hand had healed, he decided to visit his youngest daughter. He walked till he came to the hill where she lived.<br /><br />A door flew open. “Welcome!” said his daughter. “Husband, look! My father’s here! Will you go buy some fish for our dinner?”<br /><br />“Why fetch what will soon arrive?” said the troll.<br /><br />They went outside to the well, and the troll jumped in. Splash! Fish after fish came flying out. Then the troll jumped out again.<br /><br />“Ooh!” said Ulf.<br /><br />When he got home, he said, “I have learned something wondrous!”<br /><br />“What have you learned?”<br /><br />“I know what I know.”<br /><br />A few days later, his wife said, “We need fish for our dinner. Will you go buy some?”<br /><br />“Why fetch what will soon arrive?” said Ulf. He brought her outside, then he jumped in the well. Splash!<br /><br />“Help!” cried Ulf, who couldn’t swim.<br /><br />His wife quickly lowered the bucket. Ulf grabbed the rope and climbed out, then sat dripping and shivering on the ground.<br /><br />“Husband, why in the world did you jump in the well?”<br /><br />“Never mind!” said Ulf. “I know what I know!”<br /><br />“Well, of course you do, silly! But what do you know?”<br /><br />Ulf thought about it.<br /><br />“I know . . . . I know . . . . I know . . . . NOTHING!”<br /><br /></p>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-21000257564964949322008-12-19T02:15:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.852-08:00The Boy Who Drew CatsA Tale of Japan<br />Told by Aaron Shepard<p align="justify"></p><p align="justify">Once there was a boy who loved to draw. His name was Joji.<br /><br />Joji grew up on a farm with lots of brothers and sisters. The others were a big help to their father and mother. But not Joji!<br /><br />He did nothing for hours but draw in the dirt with a stick. And what Joji drew was just one thing.<br /><br />Cats.<br /><br />Cats, cats, and more cats. Small cats, big cats, thin cats, fat cats. Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats.<br /><br />“Joji,” his father told him, “you must stop drawing all those cats! How will you ever be a farmer?”<br /><br />“I’m sorry, Father. I’ll try to stop.”<br /><br />And he did try. But whenever Joji saw one of the farm cats go by, he forgot about his chores and drew another cat.<br /><br />“Joji will never make a farmer,” said the farmer sadly to his wife.<br /><br />“Maybe he could be a priest,” she told him. “Why don’t you take him to the temple?”<br /><br />So the farmer brought Joji to the priest at the village temple. The priest said, “I will gladly teach him.”<br /><br />From then on, Joji lived at the temple. The priest gave him lessons in reading and writing. Joji had his own box of writing tools, with a brush and an ink stick and a stone.<br /><br />Joji loved to make the ink. He poured water in the hollow of the stone. He dipped the ink stick in the water. Then he rubbed the stick on the stone. And there was the ink for his brush!<br /><br />Now, the other students worked hard at their writing. But not Joji! With his brush and rice paper, he did nothing for hours but draw. And what Joji drew was just one thing.<br /><br />Cats.<br /><br />Cats, cats, and more cats. Small cats, big cats, thin cats, fat cats. Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats.<br /><br />“Joji,” the priest told him, “you must stop drawing all those cats! How will you ever be a priest?”<br /><br />“I’m sorry, honorable sir. I’ll try to stop.”<br /><br />And he did try. But whenever Joji saw one of the temple cats go by, he forgot about his writing and drew another cat.<br /><br />That was bad enough. Then Joji started drawing on the folding screens of the temple. Soon there were cats on all the rice-paper panels. They were everywhere!<br /><br />“Joji, you’ll never make a priest,” the priest told him sadly. “You’ll just have to go home.”<br /><br />Joji went to his room and packed his things. But he was afraid to go home. He knew his father would be angry.<br /><br />Then he remembered another temple in a village nearby. “Maybe I can stay with the priest there.”<br /><br />Joji started out walking. It was already night when he got to the other village.<br /><br />He climbed the steps to the temple and knocked. There was no answer. He opened the heavy door. It was all dark inside.<br /><br />“That’s strange,” said Joji. “Why isn’t anyone here?”<br /><br />He lit a lamp by the door. Then he saw something that made him clap. All around the big room were folding screens with empty rice-paper panels.<br /><br />Joji got out his writing box and made some ink. Then he dipped in his brush and started to draw. And what Joji drew was just one thing.<br /><br />Cats.<br /><br />Cats, cats, and more cats. Small cats, big cats, thin cats, fat cats. Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats.<br /><br />The screen he drew on last was almost as long as the room. Joji covered it with one gigantic cat—the biggest and most beautiful cat he had ever drawn.<br /><br />Now Joji was tired. He started to lie down. But something about the big room bothered him.<br /><br />“I’ll find someplace smaller.”<br /><br />He found a cozy closet and settled inside. Then he slid shut the panel door and went to sleep.<br /><br />Late that night, Joji awoke in fright.<br /><br />Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.<br /><br />It sounded like a large, fierce animal in the temple! Now he knew why no one was there. He wished he wasn’t there either!<br /><br />He heard the thing sniff around the big room. It halted right in front of the closet. Then all at once . . .<br /><br />Yowl!<br /><br />There was a sound of struggling, and a roar of surprise and pain. Then a huge thud that shook the floor.<br /><br />Then a soft padding sound. Then silence.<br /><br />Joji lay trembling in the dark. He stayed there for hours, afraid to look out of the closet.<br /><br />At last, daylight showed at the edge of the door. Joji carefully slid the door open and peered out.<br /><br />In the middle of the room lay a monster rat—a rat as big as a cow! It lay dead, as if something had smashed it to the floor.<br /><br />Joji looked around the room. No one and nothing else was there—just the screens with the cats. Then Joji looked again at the one gigantic cat.<br /><br />“Didn’t I draw the head to the left and the tail to the right?”<br /><br />Yes, he was sure of it. But now the cat faced the other way—as if it had come down off the screen and then gone back up.<br /><br />“The cat!” said Joji. His eyes grew wide. Then he pressed his palms together and bowed to the screen.<br /><br />“Thank you, honorable cat. You have saved me. For as long as I live, no one will stop me from drawing cats.”<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />When the villagers learned that the monster rat was dead, Joji became a hero. The village priest let him live in the temple as long as he liked.<br /><br />But Joji did not become a priest. And he did not become a farmer.<br /><br />He became an artist. A great artist. An artist honored through all the country. An artist who drew just one thing.<br /><br />Cats!<br /><br /></p>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166318180497276026.post-25578532368491553782008-12-19T02:11:00.000-08:002008-12-22T09:38:03.853-08:00The Story Spirits<p align="justify">A Tale of Korea<br />Told by Aaron Shepard</p><div align="justify">There was once a boy who loved stories. His name was Dong Chin, and every night at bedtime he listened to stories from a favorite family servant, a man named Pak.<br /><br />Now, Dong Chin was a fine boy, but there was one bad thing about him. He didn’t like to share the stories he heard. He wanted to keep them to himself. So every night after listening, he said, “Mr. Pak, make me a promise.”<br /><br />“What is it, young master?” said Pak, though he knew well enough.<br /><br />“Promise you won’t tell those stories again to anyone but me. Promise they will stay in this room.”<br /><br />“All right, young master,” said Pak with a sigh. “I promise.”<br /><br />Years went by and Dong Chin grew up. When he was 15, his father chose him a bride of the same age from a family in the next valley. Everyone in the household was excited at the coming marriage.<br /><br />On the night before the wedding, Dong Chin’s father undid his son’s long braid—the kind worn by all sons and daughters till they married. Then he fixed the hair in a tight topknot, just like his own. On his son’s head he placed a skullcap with a hole for the topknot to poke through. And over it all, he placed a feather-light, see-through hat of horsehair mesh.<br /><br />Dong Chin was so proud. For years he had waited for this moment. Now he was a man!<br /><br />At last the wedding day arrived. In the early morning, Dong Chin and his father made ready to go to the bride’s house for the ceremony. Everyone bustled about to help and to prepare for the celebration the next day, when the bride would be brought home.<br /><br />Pak was busy like everyone else. But as he rushed around, he happened to pass outside Dong Chin’s room. To his surprise, he heard a murmur of many voices.<br /><br />“That’s strange,” he said to himself. “The young master isn’t in there now, and no one else should be either.”<br /><br />He went up to the paper window, carefully poked a small hole, and peeked through. Then he gasped.<br /><br />The air was teeming with spirits—hundreds of them! Over, under, and around each other they swarmed. There were so many, they barely had room to fly, and they didn’t look one bit happy!<br /><br />“Silence!” called one of the spirits. “Stop talking all at once, or we’ll never get anywhere.”<br /><br />The murmur died away. “That’s right,” said another spirit. “The boy’s wedding is today, and we have to decide what to do.”<br /><br />“We must have revenge!” said another. “He has to be punished for keeping us stories all stuck here.”<br /><br />Pak gasped again. “It’s the stories!” he said in wonder. “The ones that had to stay in the room!”<br /><br />“Yes, he must be punished,” said another spirit. “But how?”<br /><br />“I have an idea,” said another. “I’m a story that has a poisoned well in it. Why don’t I put my well by the road? If he drinks the water, he’ll be deathly ill.”<br /><br />“Wonderful!” said another. “I’m a story with poisoned strawberries in it. I’ll set them farther down the road, in case he doesn’t drink.”<br /><br />“Good thinking!” said another. “I’m a story with a red-hot poker. I’ll put it in the cushion he steps onto at the bride’s house—in case he neither eats nor drinks on the way. It will burn him terribly!”<br /><br />“That should do it,” said still another. “But in case he escapes you all, I’ll be ready. I’m a story with a deadly snake. I’ll hide it under the sleeping mat of the bride. When they go to bed, it will bite and kill them both!”<br /><br />“No!” cried Pak. He leaped to the door and threw it open. But there was . . . nothing.<br /><br />“I can’t have imagined it,” he said. “They must still be here, and I just can’t see them. But—The young master! I must protect the young master!”<br /><br />He rushed out to the road, where the wedding procession was already gathering. A gaily decorated sedan chair—for the bride’s journey back—rested on two long poles held by four servants. Dong Chin and his father each sat on a small white horse, its reins held by a servant standing in front.<br /><br />Pak grabbed the reins to Dong Chin’s horse, knocking the other servant out of the way. “I will lead your horse today, young master!”<br /><br />“Mr. Pak!” said the father. “Go inside! You’re needed here to prepare for tomorrow!”<br /><br />“Please, master!” begged Pak. “It is my dearest wish to lead the young master’s horse on his wedding day!”<br /><br />“Father, is it all right?” said Dong Chin. “I would like Mr. Pak to come with us.”<br /><br />“Oh, all right,” his father grumbled. Then they lined up and started out, with Dong Chin in front and his father in the rear.<br /><br />It was spring, and the road led over hillsides of pink, red, and white azaleas. The day was warm, and Dong Chin was relieved when he spotted a well by the road.<br /><br />“Mr. Pak, I’m thirsty. Please bring me a drink from that well. There’s a gourd dipper there for the water.”<br /><br />“A gourd dipper!” said Pak in a voice filled with horror. “Oh no, young master! You can’t drink from a common gourd on your wedding day! Wait till we reach the bride’s house, where you’ll drink from porcelain.” And he hurried the horse past the well.<br /><br />Dong Chin was amazed. It was not a servant’s place to disregard orders! But he said nothing.<br /><br />After a while, they came to a strawberry field. “Mr. Pak, I’m both thirsty and hungry. Pick me some of these strawberries.”<br /><br />“These?” said Pak in a tone of disbelief. “Young master, they’re so tiny! On your wedding day you must have only the largest, juiciest strawberries. You’ll get much better at your bride’s house.” And he rushed right on.<br /><br />Dong Chin was stunned. He heard his father call from the rear, “What’s going on, up there?”<br /><br />“Nothing, Father,” Dong Chin called back. He turned to Pak and hissed, “What are you doing? If my father realizes you are disobeying, he’ll have you paddled!”<br /><br />“Trust me, young master,” Pak pleaded softly. “Please trust me!”<br /><br />At last they arrived at the bride’s house, where her father met them at the gate. As was the custom, two servants brought out a cushion for Dong Chin to step down on. But he’d barely touched it when Pak grabbed a corner and jerked it away. The bride’s father gasped as Dong Chin tumbled into the dirt.<br /><br />“This cushion is filthy!” yelled Pak, holding it up to the servants, then tossing it away. “How dare you bring such a cushion on the young master’s wedding day!”<br /><br />The servants rushed to lift the young man to his feet and brush him off. Dong Chin was in shock, and he could see storm clouds on his father’s face. But they could say nothing in front of others.<br /><br />They went on into the garden. A platform had been set up, covered by rich weavings. On a small table in its center sat a gilded wooden goose, symbol of faithfulness.<br /><br />When the moment arrived, Dong Chin took his place on the platform. The bride, whose name was Mai Hee, was led into the garden in her bridal gown of green.<br /><br />It was Dong Chin’s first sight of his future wife! Her powdered face was pale like ivory, and her eyebrows, shaved to a thin line, were arched like butterfly wings. Her raven-black hair, oiled and shiny, was done up in loops, bands, waves, and bangs, topped with a headdress decked with jewels and bright ribbons.<br /><br />Mai Hee stepped onto the platform and faced Dong Chin. He thought she looked quite lovely, but he was too nervous even to smile. After a moment, she silently bowed to him four times. Then he bowed four times back.<br /><br />The ceremony was complete. Dong Chin was married!<br /><br />For the rest of the day, Dong Chin enjoyed the feasting and entertainment. But he was anxious to see more of Mai Hee, who had been led away to a separate feast in the women’s quarters.<br /><br />Late that night, when the guests had left, the young man was brought at last to the room of his bride. He entered and stood shyly in the candlelight.<br /><br />Mai Hee, still in her bridal gown, knelt silently in a corner, as was the custom. She smiled nervously as Dong Chin approached and bowed.<br /><br />“I am honored to meet you,” he said. “With your help, I shall try to be a worthy husband.”<br /><br />Just then, the door flew open. In rushed Pak with a long kitchen knife. “Look out, young master!”<br /><br />Mai Hee screamed and leaped up, and Dong Chin was beside himself. “Mr. Pak! Mr. Pak! Leave at once!”<br /><br />But Pak wasn’t listening. He rushed to the sleeping mat and snatched it up. There lay a snake, writhing and hissing. Pak stabbed it again and again, till at last it lay still.<br /><br />Then Pak turned and sank to his knees, bowing low before the speechless Dong Chin. “Young master, please excuse the impudence of this worthless servant.”<br /><br />By now, others were rushing in, drawn by the noise. “Mr. Pak!” shouted Dong Chin’s father. “What is the meaning of this outrage?”<br /><br />“Father,” said Dong Chin, pointing to the snake, “Mr. Pak saved our lives!”<br /><br />Then Pak told them all about the story spirits and their plans for revenge. “No one listens to an old servant,” he said, “so I knew I must protect the young master myself.”<br /><br />“It’s all my fault,” said Dong Chin. “I’m the one who wanted to keep the stories to myself. But not anymore. From this very night on, I’ll tell them whenever I can, to whoever will listen. Mr. Pak, will you promise to tell them too?”<br /><br />“All right, young master,” said Pak with a smile. “I promise.”<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />And so ends the tale of the story spirits. But now that you know it, make sure you tell it to someone else—</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><!-- http://www.aaronshep.com/stories/060.html --><br /><br />Or the story might be angry at you!<br /><br /><br /></div>Cerita rakyat yang paman kumpul dari semua pelosok nusantara untuk adik adik semuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829663715291658776noreply@blogger.com0