DONGENG BAHASA INGGRIS/INDONESIA - BATU MENANGIS

BATU MENANGIS

Alkisah, di sebuah desa terpencil di daerah Kalimantan Barat, Indonesia, hiduplah seorang janda tua dengan seorang putrinya yang cantik jelita bernama Darmi. Mereka tinggal di sebuah gubuk yang terletak di ujung desa. Sejak ayah Darmi meninggal, kehidupan mereka menjadi susah. Ayah Darmi tidak meninggalkan harta warisan sedikit pun. Untuk memenuhi kebutuhan hidup mereka, ibu Darmi bekerja di sawah atau ladang orang lain sebagai buruh upahan.

Sementara putrinya, Darmi, seorang gadis yang manja. Apapun yang dimintanya harus dikabulkan. Selain manja, ia juga seorang gadis yang malas. Kerjanya hanya bersolek dan mengagumi kecantikannya di depan cermin. Setiap sore ia selalu hilir-mudik di kampungnya tanpa tujuan yang jelas, kecuali hanya untuk mempertontonkan kecantikannya. Ia sama sekali tidak mau membantu ibunya mencari nafkah. Setiap kali ibunya mengajaknya pergi ke sawah, ia selalu menolak.

”Nak! Ayo bantu Ibu bekerja di sawah,” ajak sang Ibu. ”Tidak, Bu! Aku tidak mau pergi ke sawah. Nanti kuku dan kulitku kotor terkena lumpur,” jawab Darmi menolak. ”Apakah kamu tidak kasihan melihat Ibu, Nak?” tanya sang Ibu mengiba. ”Tidak! Ibu saja yang sudah tua bekerja di sawah, karena tidak mungkin lagi ada laki-laki yang tertarik pada wajah Ibu yang sudah keriput itu,” jawab Darmi dengan ketus. Mendegar jawaban anaknya itu, sang Ibu tidak dapat berkata-kata lagi. Dengan perasaan sedih, ia pun berangkat ke sawah untuk bekerja. Sementara si Darmi tetap saja tinggal di gubuk, terus bersolek untuk mempecantik dirinya. Setelah ibunya pulang dari sawah, Darmi meminta uang upah yang diperoleh Ibunya untuk dibelikan alat-alat kecantikan.

”Bu! Mana uang upahnya itu!” seru Darmi kepada Ibunya.”Jangan, Nak! Uang ini untuk membeli kebutuhan hidup kita hari ini,” ujar sang Ibu. ”Tapi, Bu! Bedakku sudah habis. Saya harus beli yang baru,” kata Darmi.”Kamu memang anak tidak tahu diri! Tahunya menghabiskan uang, tapi tidak mau bekerja,” kata sang Ibu kesal. Meskipun marah, sang Ibu tetap memberikan uang itu kepada Darmi. Keesokan harinya, ketika ibunya pulang dari bekerja, si Darmi meminta lagi uang upah yang diperoleh ibunya untuk membeli alat kecantikannya yang lain. Keadaan demikian terjadi hampir setiap hari.

Pada suatu hari, ketika ibunya hendak ke pasar, Darmi berpesan agar dibelikan sebuah alat kecantikan. Tapi, ibunya tidak tahu alat kecantikan yang dia maksud. Kemudian ibunya mengajaknya ikut ke pasar. ”Kalau begitu, ayo temani Ibu ke pasar!” ajak Ibunya. ”Aku tidak mau pergi ke pasar bersama Ibu!” jawab Darmi menolak ajakan Ibunya. ”Tapi, Ibu tidak tahu alat kecantikan yang kamu maksud itu, Nak!” seru Ibunya. Namun setelah didesak, Darmi pun bersedia menemani Ibunya ke pasar. ”Aku mau ikut Ibu ke pasar, tapi dengan syarat Ibu harus berjalan di belakangku,” kata Darmi kepada Ibunya. ”Memang kenapa, Nak!” tanya Ibunya penasaran. ”Aku malu kepada orang-orang kampung jika berjalan berdampingan dengan Ibu,” jawab Darmi. ”Kenapa harus malu, Nak? Bukankah aku ini Ibu kandungmu?” tanya sang Ibu.
”Ibu seharusnya berkaca. Lihat wajah Ibu yang sudah keriput dan pakaian ibu sangat kotor itu! Aku malu punya Ibu berantakan seperti itu!” seru Darmi dengan nada merendahkan Ibunya.Walaupun sedih, sang Ibu pun menuruti permintaan putrinya. Setelah itu, berangkatlah mereka ke pasar secara beriringan. Si Darmi berjalan di depan, sedangkan Ibunya mengikuti dari berlakang dengan membawa keranjang. Meskipun keduanya ibu dan anak, penampilan mereka kelihatan sangat berbeda. Seolah-olah mereka bukan keluarga yang sama. Sang Anak terlihat cantik dengan pakaian yang bagus, sedangkan sang Ibu kelihatan sangat tua dengan pakaian yang sangat kotor dan penuh tambalan.

Di tengah perjalanan, Darmi bertemu dengan temannya yang tinggal di kampung lain. ”Hei, Darmi! Hendak ke mana kamu?” tanya temannya itu. ”Ke pasar!” jawab Darmi dengan pelan. ”Lalu, siapa orang di belakangmu itu? Apakah dia ibumu?” tanya lagi temannya sambil menunjuk orang tua yang membawa keranjang. ”Tentu saja bukan ibuku! Dia adalah pembantuku,” jawab Darmi dengan nada sinis. Laksana disambar petir orang tua itu mendengar ucapan putrinya. Tapi dia hanya terdiam sambil menahan rasa sedih.

Akhirnya, sang Ibu berhenti, lalu duduk di pinggir jalan.”Bu! Kenapa berhenti?” tanya Darmi heran. Beberapa kali Darmi bertanya, namun sang Ibu tetap saja tidak menjawab pertanyaannya. Sesaat kemudian, Darmi melihat mulut ibunya komat-komit sambil menengadahkan kedua tangannya ke atas. ”Hei, Ibu sedang apa?” tanya Darmi dengan nada membentak. Sang Ibu tetap saja tidak menjawab pertanyaan anaknya. Ia tetap berdoa kepada Tuhan agar menghukum anaknya yang durhaka itu. ”Ya, Tuhan! Ampunilah hambamu yang lemah ini. Hamba sudah tidak sanggup lagi menghadapi sikap anak hamba yang durhaka ini. Berikanlah hukuman yang setimpal kepadanya!” doa sang Ibu. Beberapa saat kemudian, tiba-tiba langit menjadi mendung. Petir menyambar-nyambar dan suara guntur bergemuruh memekakkan telinga. Hujan deras pun turun. Pelan-pelan, kaki Darmi berubah menjadi batu. Darmi pun mulai panik. ”Ibu...! Ibu... ! Apa yang terjadi dengan kakiku, Bu?” tanya Darmi sambil berteriak. ”Maafkan Darmi! Maafkan Darmi, Bu! Darmi tidak akan mengulanginya lagi, Bu!” seru Darmi semakin panik.

Namun, apa hendak dibuat, nasi sudah menjadi bubur. Hukuman itu tidak dapat lagi dihindari. Perlahan-lahan, seluruh tubuh Darmi berubah menjadi batu. Perubahan itu terjadi dari kaki, badan, hingga ke kepala. Gadis durhaka itu hanya bisa menangis dan menangis menyesali perbuatannya. Sebelum kepala anaknya berubah menjadi batu, sang Ibu masih melihat air menetes dari kedua mata anaknya. Semua orang yang lewat di tempat itu juga ikut menyaksikan peristiwa itu. Tidak berapa lama, cuaca pun kembali terang seperti sedia kala. Seluruh tubuh Darmi telah menjelma menjadi batu. Batu itu kemudian mereka letakkan di pinggir jalan bersandar ke tebing. Oleh masyarakat setempat, batu itu mereka beri nama Batu Menangis. Batu itu masih tetap dipelihara dengan baik, sehingga masih dapat kita saksikan hingga sekarang.




STONE CRYOnce upon a time, in a remote village in West Kalimantan, Indonesia, there lived an old widow with a daughter named Darmi beautiful girl. They lived in a hut located at the end of the village. Since Darmi father died, their lives became difficult. Darmi father did not leave the estate in the slightest. To make ends meet, mother Darmi working in the fields of others as wage laborers.While her daughter, Darmi, a spoiled girl. Whatever he asked to be granted. Besides spoiled, he is also a lazy girl. It works just primp and admire her beauty in front of the mirror. Every afternoon he was always up and down the village without a clear purpose, but only to show off her beauty. He did not want to help her mother earn a living. Every time her mother asked her to go into the fields, he always refused."Son! Come help me work in the fields, "urged the mother. "No, ma'am! I do not want to go into the fields. Later nails and skin stained with mud, "said Darmi refused. "Do you not feel sorry for Mom, son," asked his mother pleaded. "No! Old mother who has been working in the fields, because it is no longer possible there are men who are interested in the mother's face was wrinkled it, "replied curtly Darmi. Mendegar answer his son, the mother can not say any more. With feelings of sadness, he also went into the fields to work. While the Darmi still live in shacks, continues to primp for mempecantik himself. After his mother home from the fields, asking Darmi mother wages earned money to buy beauty tools."Mom! Where's the reward money! "Exclaimed Darmi to the mother." No, my boy! The money to buy the necessities of life we ​​are today, "said the mother. "But, Mom! Bedakku is up. I had to buy a new one, "said Darmi. 'You did not know the children themselves! Him to spend money, but do not want to work, "said the mother was very upset. Although angry, mother still give the money to Darmi. The next day, when his mother came home from work, the more money Darmi ask her earned wages to buy another beauty tool. Such circumstances occur almost every day.One day, when his mother was about to market, Darmi advised that bought a beauty tool. However, her mother did not know he meant beauty tool. Then she had him to the market. "Then, let's accompany Mom to the market!" Asked his mother. "I do not want to go to the market with my mother!" Said Darmi say no to his mother. "But, she did not know the beauty tools that you mean it, boy," cried his mother. But after much insistence, Darmi was willing to accompany her mother to the market. "Mom I want to come to the market, but on condition that she should walk behind me," said the mother Darmi. "So what, kiddo!" His mother asked curiously. "I'm ashamed to people walking side by side with the villagers if the mother," replied Darmi. "Why should I be ashamed, boy? Am I not your real mother? "Said the mother."I should look in the mirror. View Mother's face was wrinkled and dirty clothes so that mothers! I'm ashamed to have a mother like that mess! "Exclaimed Darmi derogatory Ibunya.Walaupun sad, his mother had followed the request of his daughter. After that, they went to the market in tandem. The Darmi walk in front, while the mother of berlakang followed with a basket. Although both mother and child, they look very different appearance. As if they are not the same family. Son looks gorgeous with nice clothes, while his mother looked very old with very dirty clothes and full of fillings.Along the way, Darmi met with a friend who lived in another village. "Hey, Darmi! Where do you want to? "Said his friend. "To the market!" Replied Darmi slowly. "So, who is behind it? Is she your mother? "Asked again, pointing his parents who carry baskets. "Of course not my mother! He was a servant, "said Darmi with sarcasm. Like a lightning struck the old man heard his daughter. But he was silent while retaining a sense of sadness.Finally, the mother stopped, and sat on the side of the road. "Mom! Why stop? "Asked Darmi wonder. Darmi asked several times, but the mother still did not answer the question. A moment later, Darmi see hum and commit her mouth as she lifted her arms above. "Hey, Mom what are you doing?" Asked Darmi with tone snaps. Mother still did not answer his question. He kept praying to God to punish the rebellious son. "Yes, Lord! Forgive this weak servant. Servants could no longer face the rebellious attitude of the servant boy. Give appropriate punishment to him! "Prayer of the mother. A few moments later, suddenly the sky became overcast. Darting lightning and deafening thunder rumbled. Heavy rain also fell. Slowly, foot Darmi turned to stone. Darmi began to panic. "Mom ...! Mother ... ! What happened to my leg, ma'am? "Asked Darmi shouting. "Forgive Darmi! Darmi sorry, Mom! Darmi will not repeat it again, Mom! "Exclaimed Darmi increasingly frantic.However, what is about to be made, rice has become porridge. The penalty can no longer be avoided. Slowly, the whole body Darmi turned to stone. Changes occur on the legs, the body, to the head. Disobedient girl was just crying and crying regretted his actions. Prior to his head turned to stone, the mother still see the water dripping from her eyes. All who pass by that place also witnessed the incident. Not long ago, the weather was again bright as usual. Darmi whole body has been transformed into stone. Then they put the stone in the street leaning against the cliff. By the local community, the rock they named the Weeping Stone. The rock is still maintained, so that we can still see today.

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