Stone Story Crying

In a village there lived a mother with her daughter named Darmi. The girl was beautiful, unfortunately not as beautiful as his face. Darmi is a lazy girl who just likes to preen. Every day he shrinks himself in front of the mirror, admiring the beauty of his face.

"Ah, I'm beautiful," he said. "It would be more appropriate for me to live in a royal court than in a reot house like this." His eyes looked around the room. Just a soft mattress where he slept that filled the room. There was no ornamental table she so craved. Even a closet for clothing was just a trunk. "How long will I live like this?" Darmi lamented in his heart.

Darmi is not a rich kid's son. Her father is dead and her mother has no money. To support both of them, the mother worked hard at work from morning to night. Whatever job he did, looking for firewood in the forest, mowing the grass to feed the neighbor's goats, washing others' clothes. Any work he will do to earn a little wage.

On the contrary Darmi is a spoiled child. He did not even notice his mother working hard all day. He was not even moved to help with the work at home. And if there is something he really wants, he will nag so that his request will be obeyed.

Like last week, when a friend from a village in the North river who had a celebration party. Darmi received an invitation to attend. Of course it teresebut make beautiful girl was excited abysmally. He imagined the guests at the party would be looking at his beautiful face. Men praise her beauty, while women may be jealous of her appearance.

But suddenly Darmi remembered that he did not have the clothes he deserved to wear at the party. Immediately he looked for his mother who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Mother, please buy me some clothes and a new scarf." There will be a party in the North River village, and I do not have proper clothes, my clothes are all worn out, "said Darmi whining.

"Did not you just buy a new outfit last week? Why do not you just wear that one. Still good is not it? "Said the mother.

"Aaah, no, that's the clothes I've worn, shame dong wear that same shirt again.What are people saying next ?! Come on, come buy me some more clothes."

The mother can only take a deep breath to hear the child's sole request. He did not have the heart to him. "All right, tomorrow morning we'll buy it in the market."

"Do not want." Shouted Darmi rudely. "I do not want to go to the market with my mom, I'd better give her the money to me so I can buy it myself."

"But, Darmi, tomorrow you have to go to the market first to sell the firewood you got today, after the sale, then the money will be available for you to buy clothes, would not it be better to go to the market together?"

Darmi paused. He really did not want to go to the market with his mother. He was embarrassed and worried if anyone saw him walking with the old woman and taunted him. However, the girl had no reason to refuse, because without the money from the sale of firewood, she could not possibly buy new clothes. Finally, Darmi entered his room, scowling and grumbling.

The next morning, they prepare to go to the market. Darmi looks very pretty with his young red dress that looks expensive, while the mother is wearing clothes Iusuh. Darmi walked very fast, making his mother unable to follow him.

"Hi, Darmi, why did you walk so fast leaving me behind you.You know I'm not strong enough to follow your steps."

Darmi said nothing, and continued to accelerate. He did not want to get caught walking with his mother. In the middle of the road, Darmi greeted by some people from the neighboring village who greeted him.

"Hi Darmi, where are you going?" greet them. "I'm going to the market," Darmi replied.

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