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English Version_The Crying Stone

The province of West Kalimantan is one Indonesian province bordered directly to the eastern Malaysia. There are so many rivers here; thus the province is called “the province of the thousands river.” Amongst the local inhabitants of West Kalimantan, a girl was cursed with a stone just because of her disobedient to her mother. Here is the story! *** Once upon a time, there was a family of a widow, and her only daughter living in a hinterland of West Kalimantan Province, Indonesia. The widow was just an old woman; while her daughter was a charming girl, whose name was Darmi. Both lived in a decrepit hut. They lived poor since the widow`s husband passed away. He was gone leaving no inheritance to the family. Consequently, to fulfil their needs, they were forced willy-nilly to work much harder. However, Darmi was not a hard-worker, totally differed from her mother. She was a lazy girl who spent almost of her times dressing up and adoring her reflection on the mirror. One of her bad habits was showing off her beauty to the local people living in the surroundings. She never wanted to help her mother working at the field. If her mother asked her for help, Darmi refused. “Girl, will you help at the field, now?” the mother asked. “No, I won`t! I don`t want to go there. I`m afraid my skin turns dark,” Darmi answered to her mother without looking at her. “You let me to work there alone, don`t you?” “Mom, everyone knows that you are an old woman while I am a pretty young girl. So, people will get attracted to me and not you. That is why I prefer staying at home to working outside in the field because I…! am…! waiting for a rich boy propose me to get married with.” Darmi`s mother was speechless to hear that. It was as if she was stricken by a light realizing that her daughter did no respect to her at all. Then, she went to the field alone and Darmi stayed at home. Worse, Darmi used to beg money from her mother, soon after she went back from work. In fact, she earned too little to meet their daily need. “Mom, where is the money?!” Darmi asked. “No! I won`t give this to you. We need this to buy some foods,” the mother said. “But I`m running out of face powder. I don`t have it anymore, Mom! I need to buy a new one,” The mother got angry to her daughter but she repressed it. She surrendered and gave her the money. Darmi “bad-habit” towards her mother occurred almost everyday. The mother worked too hard in the field; while Darmi stayed at home. The mother went back home; then, Darmi begged for the money. One day, Darmi`s mother was going to a nearest market from her home. Darmi knew this, and she got her mother to buy some cosmetics. However, Darmi`s mother did not know anything about cosmetics. She asked Darmi to accompany her to the market. “Go with me to the market so you can choose which one that you want,” the mother said. “I don`t want to go with you!” Darmi answered. “But I don`t know which one!” Then, Darmi gave up. She followed her mother to go to the market. “Ok, Mom! I will go with you, but please, you have to walk behind me!” said Darmi, who got her mother to act as if the old woman was her maid. “Why, girl?” the mother wondered. “I feel ashamed to walk along with an old woman like you. Look at me! I`m a graceful girl so I won`t people leave me because they know you`re my mother!” Darmi explained. Both then looked for goods in the market. Darmi`s mother walked behind her daughter. She brought a plastic bag containing the things they got from there. Actually, they were between a girl and her mother. But somehow they looked contrast. Darmi wore elegant clothes and walked gracefully; while her mother wore a worn out clothes with rumbling face. Along the way in the market, many greeted Darmi, and some of them asked who the old woman was. In a moment, Darmi met her friends. “Hi, Darmi! Where`re you goin`? “Just looking around here. I wish I could find something good here,” she said. “Then, who`s that one? Is that your Mom?” one of her friends asked Darmi while pointing at the mother. “No, of course! She is a maid at my house, gals!” Darmi`s mother was totally shocked to hear that. She couldn`t believe those words came out from her daughter. No matter what, she tried hard to calm herself down. She ease off her anger and went ahead accompanying her daughter. In another moment, an unknown man greeted Darmi. It appears that the man would try to attract Darmi`s attention. But sure, she did not want to such a common man. “Hi, girl! Where are you going?” asked the man while smilling. “As you can see by yourself, I`m here looking for cosmetics,” she answered. “Cosmetics to beautify you? And who`s the old woman behind you?” “She`s my maid,” Darmi said. What an attacking answer! Darmi`s mother could no longer restrain her anger. Soon after Darmi said that words, the mother stopped, and took a sit on a swing on the sidewalk. “Why do you stop?” Darmi questioned her mother but she did not call her “Mom.” “Hey! Are you listening to me?!” she shouted once more because the mother was just silent. The mother kept silent, ignoring the call of her daughter who had hurt her. Since then, Darmi`s mother mumbled with her hands looked up to the sky. She was reciting prayers to God so that her daughter was cursed to be a stone. “Hey, old woman! What… are… you doing?!!” Darmi kept stubborn, admitting the old woman was not her mother. Darmi`s mother intended not to answer. She kept praying to God upon a curse towards her daughter. All of sudden, the sky turned dark. The loud thunder roared back and forth. The rain fell heavily. At that time, Darmi could move her foots anymore. Gradually, her foots turned into black stone that later on covered her entire body. “Mom…! Mom…! What`s happening to me?” finally she called her mother “Mom.” “I`m sorry, Mom! I`m so sorry…,” she cried loudly. Everything went on. The curse upon Darmi`s disobedience had happened. The stone covered almost all her body. When the stone almost reached her head, Darmi shed tears. All the people passing by the market saw this. Likewise, they watched the girl crying. The weather returned as normal. Now, the stone had covered Darmi`s entire body, the disobedient girl. What a miracle, the stone, due the present, keeps spouting water as if a crying girl. Some people took the stone, and put it on a corner of the market. Since that time, people called the stone the “crying stone.” *** Here is the story about the origins of the “crying stone,” which is originally from the province of West Kalimantan, Indonesia. There is a worth lesson can be taken from the story. The figure Darmi strongly refused to admit that the old woman was actually her mother. She was a lazy while her mother was a hard-worker. Consequently, she was cursed to be a stone upon her disobedience towards her mother. In the Tunjuk Ajar Melayu (Effendy: 2006), it is said: Kalau hidup mendurhaka Kemana pergi akan celaka Kalau suka berbuat durhaka Orang benci Tuhan pun murka The above pantun suggests that we should obey all our parents` good orders. Two logic consequences of disobedience, as what the pantun says, are luring both rage from God and surrounding people.


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Batu Menangis

Kalimantan Barat merupakan salah satu provinsi di Indonesia yang terletak di Pulau Kalimantan dan berbatasan langsung dengan Sarawak, Malaysia Timur. Provinsi ini memiliki ratusan sungai besar dan kecil, sehingga dijuluki sebagai wilayah “Seribu Sungai”. Menurut cerita, di sebuah daerah di provinsi ini ada seorang gadis cantik yang menjelma menjadi batu. Peristiwa apa yang menimpa gadis itu, sehingga menjelma menjadi batu? Ingin tahu cerita selengkapnya? Ikuti kisahnya dalam cerita Batu Menangis Berikut ini! * * * 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. Setelah itu, keduanya pun melanjutkan perjalanan menuju ke pasar. Tidak berapa lama berjalan, mereka bertemu lagi dengan seseorang. ”Hei, Darmi! Hendak ke mana kamu?” tanya orang itu. ”Hendak ke pasar,” jawab Darmi singkat. ”Siapa yang di belakangmu itu?” tanya lagi orang itu. ”Dia pembantuku,” jawab Darmi mulai kesal dengan pertanyaan-pertanyaan itu. Jawaban yang dilontarkan Darmi itu membuat hati ibunya semakin sedih. Tapi, sang Ibu masih kuat menahan rasa sedihnya. Begitulah yang terjadi terus-menerus selama dalam perjalanan menuju ke pasar. 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. * * * Demikian cerita dari daerah Kalimantan Barat, Indonesia. Cerita di atas termasuk cerita teladan yang mengandung pesan-pesan moral yang dapat dijadikan sebagai pedoman dalam kehidupan sehari-hari. Salah satu pesan moral yang dapat dipetik dari cerita di atas adalah akibat yang ditimbulkan dari sikap durhaka terhadap orang tua. Oleh karena itu, seorang anak harus hormat dan patuh kepada kedua orang tuanya, karena doa ibu akan didengar oleh Tuhan. Terkait dengan sifat durhaka ini, dalam tunjuk ajar Melayu dikatakan: kalau hidup mendurhaka, kemana pergi akan celaka kalau suka berbuat durhaka, orang benci Tuhan pun murka.

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English Version_The Golden Watermelon (Sambas)

“So many countries, so many customs”, (Even though people might have similarities physically, yet the characteristics, attitudes and hearts are different one another). The meaning of this saying is reflected in one of folklores from Sambas, West Kalimantan, Indonesia. It is a story of two brothers, Muzakir and Dermawan. Both were the sons of a prosperous merchant in that area. The story tells that the two brothers shared the same amount of inheritance as their parents passed away. However, since the two were contradictory in approaching life so they treated the inheritance in a different way. Muzakir was a greedy man that he was reluctant to share his belongings and also money to anyone for any reason. Different to his brother, Dermawan (as is seen from the name, dermawan, which literally means a philanthropist), is a kind man. He sincerely shared his money or belongings to help the people in needs. It is told that one day Dermawan ran out of money for giving most of his money for charity that he left nothing more for himself. The brother Muzakir felt entertained by the fact that his brother was a fool sharing his money with others and was becoming poor. The misfortune of Dermawan didn‘t last long; Muzakir came to know soon that his brother was no longer poor. Dermawan suddenly gained back his prosperity; owned a big house with a wide nice garden. This intrigued Muzakir that he wanted to know the secret behind his brother sudden fortune. What made Dermawan become suddenly rich? The answer is in the whole story of The Golden Watermelon as told below. * * * Once upon a time, there was a prosperous merchant lived in Sambas, West Kalimantan. He had two sons; Muzakir was the first and Dermawan was the youngest. The two brothers were so different in their attitudes. Muzakir was a selfish and greedy man. He minded only the materials. It was told that he was never willing to share even a small amount of his money to the poor. On contradictory, his brother Dermawan was a caring and attentive person and was a kind one. He would willingly share with those in needs. He was not a money-oriented man. The two brothers were given the same amount of inheritance by their father before he died. By doing so, he hoped that his two sons would not argue and be jealous about each other part, especially after he passed away. The two then lived their own way as they got their own. Muzakir bought a luxurious house, and so did Dermawan. Muzakir saved his money in a cash-box and locked the box tightly. When a poor came to his house begging for money, he would laugh at that person instead of giving something. He even would violently expel a poor who rejected to leave him. One day, an old woman came to him and begged for money, “Sir, please have mercy on me. I beg you for a cent”. He got out of his house when he heard the old woman‘s voice for mercy and laughed at her pity condition, “Ha ha ha…hey you ugly old woman, get out of here. I‘m sick of people like you. Your old wrinkled face disgusts me!” The poor old woman bended still on her knee. She kept asking for Muzakir‘s mercy, “But Sir, I haven‘t eaten anything for two days. Please, have mercy on me”. Feeling disturbed by her, Muzakir commanded two of his guards to force the old woman to leave. She finally left the house without anything but humiliation. Many of the poor in that area had heard about Muzakir‘s rude attitude, therefore nobody dared to try to come to him anymore, including the previous old woman. They preferred to come to Dermawan who had different characteristics. People knew him as a friendly person who was always willing to welcome anyone. He would sincerely welcome people to his house for meals and undoubtedly shared money with those who needed it. He was so sorry for the poor. It was almost every day a poor came for his help that finally he ran out of money and turned to poverty. He was no longer able to pay for the daily needs, including the costs to pay the maids to take care of his big house. He then moved to a smaller house and looked for a job to pay for his life. His salary was not so much and was enough only for his daily meals. Yet he was always thankful for every single thing. The brother, Muzakir, was so happy and laughed at his brother when he found out the misfortune condition of Dermawan. He always thought that Dermawan was a fool to share his money with people, thus it amused him when finally his brother became poor for doing so. “That is the consequence for someone who shares with the poor. You‘ll be one of them one day. Poor dumb Dermawan”, said him to himself. He was so proud that he could maintain his prosperity; he later bought a bigger and more luxurious house and a very wide coconut field. Still, Dermawan didn‘t response to his brother‘s mean attitude. One day, Dermawan was sitting on a bench at his garden, trying to release his tiresome. A sparrow suddenly fell off in front of him. The poor sparrow twittered in pain, “Poor little one”, said Dermawan. “Are your wings broken?” he tried to talk to the bird. He gently took the sparrow into his lap and checked on it. And yes, its wings were terribly broken. “I‘ll try to fix you”, he muttered. After put on medicine on the wound, he slowly bandaged the wings. He took some rice and fed it. It gradually tamed and was no longer afraid of Dermawan. Its wings were at last completely healed few days later, and it flew and left. The sparrow came to visit Dermawan the next day. It held a tiny seed with its beak, and later on put it in front of him. Dermawan smiled at the bird. It seemed to be just an ordinary seed, yet he was so happy receiving the gift from the bird. Dermawan later planted it at the back yard of his house. The seed started to grow the next three days. It was in fact a watermelon tree. Dermawan took care of it patiently that it grew so well. He thought in the beginning that it would bear many fruits since it was so blossomy. “If all of these flowers turn to good fruits, I shall have enough store of foods for my own and I can share the rest of them to the poor”, he hoped in his heart. However, it was so weird that after being taken care of carefully only one grew well. Even though it was the only single fruit from the tree, it grew bigger than the ordinary watermelon. Dermawan was so happy to see the fruit and couldn‘t wait to taste it. “It seems to taste wonderful. Hmmm…and it smells good”, he said to himself. Harvesting time finally came and he decided to take the watermelon. “Oh my God, it is so heavy”, he uttered while trying hardly to carry it into the house to put on the table. He took a knife and started to cut and was shocked to his view. “What is this?” he anxiously asked when he saw a pile of something golden inside it. He thought it was just ordinary sand, but changed his mind as he observed the thing carefully and understood that it was a pile of pure golden sand. Happily he danced that failed to be aware of the presence of a bird that had been noticing him. He lastly realized what was going on as the bird twittered. It was the one he once helped which gave the gold. “Thank you! Thank you!” said him to it. The bird then flew and never appeared again. Dermawan bought a big house with a very big nice garden the next day. All of the poor came to his house and were welcomed for meals. Though people kept coming to his house for help, he never ran out of money. He had so much that would never cease of it, and the fields produced plants with good fruits as well. The news about his fortune was finally spread all over. It was also heard by his brother Muzakir and turned him to jealousy. Muzakir fuelled with anxiety to know the secret of his brother‘s sudden fortune, and Dermawan honestly let his brother know the details. Muzakir immediately commanded his servants to find a bird with a broken leg and broken wings as he heard the story from his brother. Nothing was found after one week attempt in searching such a bird. He was so angry and couldn‘t sleep during the nights. A seemed to be brilliant idea came to him one morning. He asked one of his servants to catch a bird using chopsticks. And of course, the chopsticks hurt a bird and broke its wings. He then on pretended to pity the poor bird and took care of it. The days passed and the bird was completely healed and let to fly. It took not a long time fort he bird to come back to Muzakir and brought a seed for him. He was very happy and hoped for rich in his heart,” I will be very rich soon, even richer than Dermawan”, dreamily he hoped. Muzakir planted a seed, given by the bird, at the back yard of his house, and it grew to a fine tree after several days. It also bore only a single fruit, a watermelon which was even much bigger than that once owned by Dermawan. As the harvesting time approached, Muzakir asked his servants to take the fruit and immediately cut it. He couldn‘t wait to find a pile of golden sand inside. No longer able to wait, he rush cut it and was very shocked when black mud mixed with dirt flushed out to his face. It smelled very bad. Muzakir‘s clothes and also the rug in that room were terribly dirty because of it. In rage ran him to the street, couldn‘t stand the rotten smell from the watermelon. People on the street started at him and mockingly laughed at him for what they saw. He was so ashamed being laughed at and mocked by the people. The story teaches us to be thankful for everything given to us. It is necessary to receive things with a sincere heart because even a small gift is so valuable. This is reflected in Dermawan‘s attitude in sincerely received the small seed from the sparrow. He didn‘t grumble and expect wonderful fortune. It also teaches us that to welcome people in our house and hearts requires sacrifice, the materials as well as the moral. And it can only be rewarded by the Divine. This is illustrated by Dermawan who liked to help the poor even though he would finally lose everything. But, his sacrifice was not for nothing since it was given back to him by Allah SWT thousands times that what he had shared before. On the contrary, when people are selfish and greedy and reluctant to share with others, Allah SWT will also be reluctant to reward them. It is seen through what Muzakir experienced. He preferred to keep his fortune to himself and didn‘t want to share, so he got humiliation in return. He was annihilated from the neighborhood. He got the mud with bad rotten smell instead of a pile of golden sand as he hoped. Prosperity comes from the Divine who is faithful and merciful. People are trusted a part of it that they can learn to share sincerely. For this reason, those who are willing to share will gain hundreds times than the amount they share with others. This folklore invites everyone to open the heart for people especially those in needs, and to share with others especially the less fortunate. Surprises and fortune are for those who willing to share; life will be more beautiful and surely the world will smile at them.

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Semangka Emas (Sambas)

“Rambut sama hitam, hati lain-lain,” (Sungguhpun manusia mempunyai persamaan pada zahirnya, namun sifat, kelakuan, perasaan dan hati masing-masing adalah berbeda). Makna peribahasa ini tergambar dalam sebuah cerita rakyat di daerah Sambas, Kalimantan Barat, Indonesia. Cerita ini mengisahkan tentang dua orang bersaudara yaitu Muzakir dan Dermawan. Keduanya adalah putra dari seorang saudagar kaya di daerah itu. Setelah orang tuanya meninggal, keduanya mendapat harta warisan yang sama banyaknya. Namun, kedua orang bersaudara ini memiliki sifat, kelakuan, perasaan dan hati yang berbeda. Muzakir memiliki sifat yang sangat kikir. Ia enggan untuk mengeluarkan uang atau hartanya untuk kepentingan apapun. Sebaliknya, Dermawan, sesuai dengan namanya, memiliki sifat yang sangat dermawan. Ia suka mengeluarkan uang atau hartanya untuk kepentingan yang bermanfaat baik untuk dirinya sendiri, keluarga maupun orang lain. Suatu ketika, si Dermawan jatuh miskin, karena sebagian besar hartanya disumbangkan kepada orang-orang miskin. Muzakir yang mendengar kabar itu tertawa terpingkal-pingkal, karena dikiranya saudaranya itu orang bodoh.

Berselang beberapa waktu, Muzakir mendengar kabar lagi tentang Dermawan, bahwa saudaranya itu sudah tidak miskin lagi. Ia tiba-tiba menjadi kaya-raya, rumahnya sangat besar dan kebunnya sangat luas. Hal ini membuat Muzakir penasaran untuk mengetahui rahasia keberhasilan saudaranya yang tiba-tiba kaya mendadak. Pembaca yang budiman, penasaran juga kan…? Bagaimana cara Dermawan bisa kaya mendadak? Mau tahu jawabannya? Ikuti kisahnya dalam cerita Semangka Ema berikut ini.

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Alkisah, pada zaman dahulu kala, di Sambas, Kalimantan Barat, hiduplah seorang saudagar yang kaya-raya. Saudagar tersebut mempunyai dua orang anak laki-laki. Anaknya yang sulung bernama Muzakir, dan yang bungsu bernama Dermawan. Namun, keduanya memiliki sifat dan tingkah laku yang sangat berbeda. Muzakir sangat loba dan kikir. Setiap hari kerjanya hanya mengumpulkan uang. Ia tidak pernah memberikan sedekah kepada fakir miskin. Sebaliknya, Derwaman sangat peduli dan selalu bersedekah kepada fakir miskin. Ia tidak rakus dengan harta dan uang.

Sebelum meninggal dunia, saudagar tersebut membagi hartanya sama rata kepada kedua anaknya. Ia bermaksud agar anak-anaknya tidak berbantahan dan saling iri, terutama bila ia telah meninggal kelak. Setelah harta tersebut dibagi, Muzakir dan Dermawan tinggal terpisah di rumahnya masing-masing. Muzakir tinggal di rumahnya yang mewah, demikian pula Dermawan.

Uang bagian Muzakir dimasukkan ke dalam peti, lalu ia kunci. Bila ada orang miskin datang ke rumahnya, ia bukannya memberinya sedekah, melainkan tertawa mengejeknya. Bahkan ia tidak segan-segan mengusirnya jika orang miskin itu tidak mau pergi dari rumahnya. Suatu hari, seorang perempuan tua dengan pakaian compang-camping berjalan terseok-seok datang menuju rumah Muzakir. Di depan rumah Muzakir, nenek tua itu memohon belas kasihan, “Tuan, kasihanilah nenek. Berilah nenek sedekah!” Mendengar suara nenek itu, Muzakir keluar dari dalam rumahnya dan menertawakan perempuan tua itu, “Ha ha ha…. Hai nenek jelek, pergi kau dari sini! Aku muak melihat wajahmu yang keriput itu!” Meskipun dibentak, nenek tua itu tidak mau beranjak. Ia pun terus mengiba kepada Muzakir, “Tapi tuan, nenek sudah dua hari tidak makan, kasihanilah nenek.” Melihat nenek itu tidak mau pergi, Muzakir menyuruh orang gajiannya untuk mengusirnya. Akhirnya, perempuan tua yang malang itu pun pergi tanpa mendapat apa-apa, kecuali penghinaan.

Orang-orang miskin yang sudah mengetahui sifat Muzakir yang kikir itu, termasuk si nenek tua tadi, tidak mau lagi ke rumah Muzakir. Mereka kemudian berduyun-duyun ke rumah Dermawan. Berbeda dengan sifat Muzakir, Dermawan selalu menyambut orang-orang miskin tersebut dengan senang hati dan ramah. Mereka dijamunya makan dan diberinya uang karena ia merasa iba melihat mereka hidup miskin dan melarat. Hampir setiap hari orang-orang miskin datang ke rumahnya. Lama-kelamaan harta dan uang Dermawan habis, sehingga ia tidak sanggup lagi menutupi biaya pemeliharaan rumahnya yang besar. Akhirnya, ia pindah ke rumah yang lebih kecil, dan mencari pekerjaan untuk membiayai hidupnya. Gajinya tidak seberapa, sekedar cukup makan saja. Meskipun demikian, ia tetap bersyukur dengan keadaan hidupnya.

Muzakir tertawa terbahak-bahak mendengar berita Dermawan yang dianggapnya bodoh itu. “Itulah akibatnya selalu melayani orang-orang miskin. Pasti kamu juga ikut miskin, dasar memang tolol si Dermawan itu,” gumam si Muzakir. Bahkan, Muzakir merasa bangga sekali karena bisa membeli rumah yang lebih bagus dan kebun kelapa yang luas. Tetapi Dermawan tidak menghiraukan tingkah laku abangnya itu.

Suatu hari Dermawan duduk-duduk melepaskan lelah di pekarangan rumahnya. Tiba-tiba jatuhlah seekor burung pipit di hadapannya. Burung itu mencicit-cicit kesakitan, “Kasihan,” kata Dermawan. “Sayapmu patah, ya?” lanjut Dermawan berbicara dengan burung pipit itu. Ditangkapnya burung tersebut, lalu diperiksanya sayapnya. Benar saja, sayap burung itu patah. “Biar kucoba mengobatimu,” katanya. Setelah diobatinya lalu sayap burung itu dibalutnya perlahan-lahan. Kemudian diambilnya beras. Burung pipit itu diberinya makan. Burung itu pun menjadi jinak dan tidak takut kepadanya. Beberapa hari kemudian, burung itu telah dapat mengibas-ngibaskan sayapnya, dan akhirnya ia pun terbang.

Keesokan harinya burung pipit itu kembali mengunjungi Dermawan. Di paruhnya ada sebutir biji, lalu diletakkannya di depan Dermawan. Dermawan tersenyum melihatnya. Biji itu biji biasa saja. Meskipun hanya biji biasa, senang juga hatinya menerima pemberian burung itu. Biji itu ditanamnya di belakang rumahnya.

Tiga hari kemudian tumbuhlah biji itu. Ternyata, yang tumbuh adalah pohon semangka. Tumbuhan itu dipeliharanya baik-baik sehingga tumbuh dengan subur. Pada mulanya Dermawan menyangka akan banyak buahnya, karena banyak sekali bunganya. “Kalau bunganya ini semuanya menjadi buah, saya pasti kenyang makan semangka dan sebagiannya bisa saya sedekahkan kepada fakir miskin,” kata Dermawan dalam hati berharap. Tetapi aneh, setelah beberapa minggu semangka itu ia pelihara dengan baik, namun di antara bunganya yang banyak itu hanya satu yang menjadi buah. Meskipun hanya satu, semangka itu semakin hari semakin besar, jauh lebih besar dari semangka umumnya. Dermawan tergiur melihat semangka besar itu. “Kelihatannya sedap sekali semangka ini. Mmm….harum sekali baunya,” ucap Dermawan setelah mencium semangka itu.

Beberapa hari kemudian, tibalah saatnya semangka itu dipanen. Dermawan memetik buah semangka itu. “Wah…, bukan main beratnya semangka ini,” gumam Dermawan sambil terengah-engah mengangkat semangka itu. Kemudian ia membawa semangka itu masuk ke dalam rumahnya, dan diletakkannya di atas meja. Lalu dibelahnya dengan pisau. Setelah semangka terbelah, betapa terkejutnya Dermawan. “Wow, benda apa pula ini?” tanya Dermawan penasaran. Ia melihat semangka itu berisi pasir kuning yang bertumpuk di atas meja. Disangkanya hanya pasir biasa. Setelah diperhatikannya dengan sungguh-sungguh, ternyata pasir itu adalah emas urai murni. Dermawan pun menari-nari karena girangnya. Ia tidak sadar kalau dari luar rumahnya ada seekor burung memperhatikan tingkahnya. Setelah burung itu mencicit, baru ia tersadar. Ternyata, burung itu adalah burung pipit yang pernah ditolongnya. “Terima kasih! Terima kasih!” seru Dermawan dengan senangnya. Burung itu pun kemudian terbang tanpa kembali lagi.

Keesokan harinya, Dermawan membeli rumah yang bagus dengan pekarangan yang luas sekali. Semua orang miskin yang datang ke rumahnya diberinya makan. Meskipun setiap hari dan setiap saat orang-orang miskin tersebut datang ke rumahnya, Dermawan tidak akan jatuh miskin seperti dahulu. Uangnya amat banyak dan hasil kebunnya melimpah-ruah. Tersiarlah kabar di seluruh kampung bahwa Dermawan sudah tidak miskin lagi.

Suatu hari, berita keberhasilan Dermawan terdengar oleh abangnya, Muzakir. Rupanya hal ini membuat Muzakir iri hati. Ia pun ingin mengetahui rahasia keberhasilan adiknya, lalu ia pergi ke rumah Dermawan. Di sana Dermawan menceritakan secara jujur kepada Muzakir tentang kisahnya.

Mengetahui hal tersebut, Muzakir langsung memerintahkan orang-orang gajiannya mencari burung yang patah kakinya atau patah sayapnya di mana-mana. Namun sampai satu minggu lamanya, tak seekor burung pun yang mereka temukan dengan ciri-ciri demikian. Muzakir sungguh marah dan tidak dapat tidur. Ia gelisah memikirkan bagaimana caranya mendapatkan burung yang patah sayapnya. Keesokan paginya, Muzakir mendapat akal. Diperintahkannya seorang gajiannya untuk menangkap burung dengan apitan (sumpit). Tentu saja sayap burung itu menjadi patah. Muzakir kemudian berpura-pura kasihan melihatnya dan membalut luka pada sayap burung itu. Setelah beberapa hari, burung itu pun sembuh dan dilepaskan terbang. Tak lama, burung itu kembali kepada Muzakir untuk memberikan sebutir biji. Muzakir sungguh gembira. Dalam hatinya, ia selalu berharap agar cepat menjadi kaya, “Ah, sebentar lagi saya akan menjadi kaya-raya dan melebihi kekayaan si Dermawan,” kata Muzakir dalam hati tak mau kalah.

Biji pemberian burung ditanam Muzakir di tempat yang terbaik di kebunnya. Tiga hari kemudian, tumbuh pula pohon semangka yang subur dan berdaun rimbun. Buahnya pun hanya satu, ukurannya lebih besar dari semangka Dermawan. Beberapa bulan kemudian, tibalah waktunya semangka itu dipanen. Dua orang gajian Muzakir dengan susah payah membawanya ke dalam rumah karena beratnya. Muzakir sudah tidak sabar lagi ingin melihat emas urai murni berhamburan dari dalam semangka itu. Ia pun segera mengambil parang. Ia sendiri yang akan membelah semangka itu. Baru saja semangka itu terpotong, menyemburlah dari dalam buah itu lumpur hitam bercampur kotoran ke muka Muzakir. Baunya busuk seperti bangkai. Pakaian Muzakir serta permadani di ruangan itu tidak luput dari siraman lumpur dan kotoran yang seperti bubur itu. Muzakir berlari ke jalan raya sambil muntah-muntah, karena tidak tahan dengan bau lumpur itu. Orang yang melihatnya dan mencium bau yang busuk itu tertawa terbahak-bahak sambil bertepuk tangan dengan riuhnya. Dermawan menjadi sangat malu ditertawakan oleh orang-orang di sekitarnya.

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Dari cerita di atas, dapat dipetik hikmahnya bahwa sekecil apa pun pemberian orang, harus kita terima dengan senang hati. Karena kita mana tahu, kalau benda kecil itu sangatlah berharga. Hal ini tercermin pada sifat Dermawan ketika ia menerima biji kecil dari burung pipit. Ia menerimanya dengan senang hati, dan ia tidak menyangka kalau biji kecil itu akan menjadi emas urai murni.

Hikmah lain yang dapat diambil dari cerita di atas adalah menjadi orang dermawan memang membutuhkan suatu pengorbanan, baik materil maupun moril. Pengorbanan tersebut hanya Allah SWT saja yang dapat menggantinya, itu sangat cepat dan datang dari arah yang tidak pernah kita duga. Hal ini tercermin pada sifat Dermawan yang suka menolong fakir miskin meskipun ia sendiri ikut menjadi miskin. Namun, semua pengorbanan yang telah dilakukan Dermawan tersebut dibalas oleh Allah SWT, yang jumlahnya jauh lebih banyak dari apa yang telah ia dermakan.

Sebaliknya, jika kita menjadi orang yang loba, kikir, tidak mau memberi sedekah kepada orang yang membutuhkan, maka Allah SWT enggan untuk membalasnya dengan kebaikan. Seperti yang dialami oleh Muzakir, karena ia suka menumpuk-numpuk harta dan tidak mau bersedekah kepada fakir miskin, maka Allah membalasnya dengan kehinaan. Ia menjadi terkucilkan dari masyarakat di sekitarnya. Ketika ia berharap mendapat emas, lumpur berbau bangkai yang ia peroleh, dan orang-orang di sekitarnya pun menertawakannya.

Harta datangnya dari Allah SWT Yang Maha Pemberi Rezeki dan Mahakaya. Harta itu dititipkan kepada manusia agar mereka bisa beramal dan bersedekah dengan ikhlas semata-mata karena mengharap keridaan-Nya. Dengan demikian, manusia akan mendapatkan balasan pahala sepuluh hingga tujuh ratus kali lipat daripada-Nya. Oleh karena itu, marilah memperbanyak sedekah dan membantu orang lain, terutama orang-orang yang tidak seberuntung kita. Senang jadi dermawan, kejutan akan datang tiap saat, hidup menjadi semakin indah dan dunia akan tersenyum melihat kita.

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