CRYING STONES

NARATOR
Once upon a time in a hill away from the village in Kalimantan, there lived a poor widow and
a daugter. The widow s doughter is Darmi, her face is very beautiful, but unfortunately
(unfortunatli), she had a very bad behavior, the daughter is very lazy, and never helps her
Mom do home-work. Her work just primp every day. Every request must be obeyed every
time she asked for something to her Mother, must be granted regardless of the state of her
poor, everyday must toil to find a bite of rice. Once a day, as usually the girl locked herself in
her room. She did not want the sun damage her skin, and dust damaging her face.

Darmi : Mom !! (pakai nada keras)

Darmi : I would not have repeatedly said, that every time I wake up, mother must have been
arranging this room with neat, providing scrubs, warm water and make juice
(pakai exspresi marah).
Ibu

: (nada pelan) you would heve been great, you can do it your self.

Darmi : That mother know, I am busy !! (marah).

NARATOR
The sun is shine. Mother started getting ready to go into the fields to work.

Ibu

: Darmi....., come on help Mom to work in field.

Darmi : No Mom, if my nails and my skin is dairty why ?

Ibu

: Do you dont sorry for your Mother ?

Darmi : Iam grooming (gruming) Mom !

NARATOR
Mother finally went to the paddy alone. After discharge from the field, immediately
approached Darmi.

Ibu

: I am home (nada lelah).

Darmi : Where wages ??

Darmi : Nahh. Here it is !

Ibu

: No Darmi ! The money is to buy rice !

Darmi : My powder discharged, I had to buy a new.

Ibu

: You as a daughter usually just ask ! dont ever want to work !.

NARATOR
Although angry, Mother still give the money to Darmi, the next day. When her Mother come
home from work, darmi ask for anymore money to buy other beuty tools.

Darmi : Mom, where the money ?

Ibu

: You try to help your Mother in the field !

Darmi : What the heck Mother ?.

Ibu

: when Mother was summoned by God. Mother is not

worried anymore you can take cere of your self. We are poorperson we
shoould worked for foraging.

Darmi : Who told so people poor. I also never ask you to be my Mother.
Ibu

: Let my doughters ask only that you do not shut up at home. Know your
environment so quiet. That if one day the mother called God.

NARATOR
Day by day finally the daughter refuses the obey the will of his Mother. Wherever she went
his Mother. But Darmi propose a requirement, that her Mother should not be admitted if she
is her Mother in public. Until one day his Mother took her to go to the market which is for
form the village.

Pemuda 1

: Hei...! look at the women, she is so beautiful.

Pemuda 2

: Yes right ! She was like an angel heaven.

Pemuda 3

: Yes ! The woman even more beautiful than roses.

Pemuda 1

: Wait...! but those behind the woman

Pemuda 2

: I do not know who is she ?

Pemuda 3

: Hei....! where are you going..?

Pemuda 1

: I want to contact you

Pemuda 2

: Ouh..., I follow you !

Pemuda 3

: IM too !

Pemuda 2

: Heh.., hei... wait..! Why the older woman carrying a shopping basket at the
back of the beautiful woman ?

Pemuda 1

: Whether perhaps she was...

Pemuda 2

: Do not think weired ! just ask her

Pemuda 3

: Hi beautiful, whos walking behind you...?

If she your Mother..?

Darmi

: No ! No ! She is slave !

Pemuda 1

: Sure (syer)

Darmi

: No ! she is slave ! Go..!!

Pemuda 2

: Oh my God ! do not do that !

Pemuda 3

: Yes, respect (rispek) your slave. She is a human too !

NARATOR
Her Mothers heart really hurt and she appealed to God.

Ibu

: Oh my God, I would not has this in sult my biological children become

rebelious child. God punish her, this rebelious child.

NARATOR
On the power of God, slowly, the body of the prodigal doughter turned to stone. Then the girl
was begging for mercy to her Mother.

Darmi

: Oh... Mom... Mom... forgive me please, please forgive me for this. Mom
Inquinity, forgive your daughter.

Ibu

: Im (am) sorry girl.

Darmi

: Mommmmmmmm........

NARATOR
She kept wailing and crying to his Mother. Would but the whole body of girl has become
stone. But her eyes still shed tears.
Because the girl who cursed her Mother was called Crying Stone.

SEMUA PEMERAN
THAT IS ALL AND THANK YOU !!