Greetings to readers
blogger wherever you are. One more thing that will be put forward author of
uniqueness in Minangkabau or West Sumatra, Indonesia,
Legend Payodalam InMinangkabau (Indonesian). Which we have outlined in this post fairytale and
legend stories. Actually, many fairy tales fairy tales or folklore which
descends from mouth to mouth. Such as the famous example is the story of the
legend and the legend Siti Malin kundang Nurbaya.
However, the authors
present will be here just a story or a fairy tale of a village Padanggantiang,
Padanggantiang subdistrict, Tanah Datar (Batusanggkar) profinsi West Sumatra
(Indonesia).
As for the story or
legend is happening in the village named Koto Gadang Payodalam Jorong
Downstream, Padanggantiang. There supposedly the story there is a swampy rice
fields or deep mud. But since the events of this legend is no longer marsh.
The village's former
Payodalam a young man who had long gone to migrate to other lands. So the
kampong Payodalam is already a lot to forget. Only a grandmother who already
elderly who still missed the boy came home from overseas. Yes, the old woman
was the mother of the young man who migrated earlier.
Not a few months
later, the young man had returned from the shoreline with majestic and stout.
Because success in overseas, he came home with the wealth and greatness
dressing. With its proud and arrogant she horseback accompanied the guards were
gallant.
With his imperious
young man down the village and the people around him looked amazed. There was
also among the villagers who saw her wondered for forgetting-forgetting recall
on the handsome young man. "It's not whether the young man was the son aging
buyuang first?" they asked in amazement. "Yes I do not know '"
replied his friend.
Until the boy was in
the old grandmother's house the elderly and call calling his mother. Then exit
the grandmother was old and looked dashing young man who came to his house.
Then the grandmother
saw marks on the boy's arm, namely his skin blackened charred little future in
advance. "Oh my child? .. Wait a long time you're my son .."
grandmother immediately approached the young man and want to embrace it. This
longing for that borne by the grandmother feels would be relieved because
children who had long been away from home to finally return well into his lap.
But what happened?
The young man, the son of his old grandmother instead of pushing his mother is
old, he barked, "Hey old fart, what the hell are you? .." He said
boastfully. "I never had a mother like you, and try you see your shadow in
the mirror" he said again.
The grandmother was
shocked and her feeling like being struck by lightning during the day. Then he
also explains the available evidence on the arm of the young man, "This
boy, you really are my son ever born and Ma Ma exaggerated". The grandmother
was pleading for his child's mother did not forget her.
"Tidaak .., Go
away! And do not try to come near me" said the young man while her hips.
"Hey old fart, do not dream you have children handsome and rich like
me" the boy snapped it.
"You're a
sinner Naak-, indeed you have lawlessness on your emak" said the old woman
is in tears.
Then the young man
along with his bodyguard entourage went on horseback
His. Ringing bell
sound horse left the old lady who was still seated on the ground.
Then the old lady
was pray and ask God to his children on guided and truth. So melancholy and
disappointed his mother who has been waiting for the arrival of his son from
the shoreline, but it does not recognize the child as his mother.
Not long after her
in the heat of the sun at midday, suddenly fell was rain. And rain in the
middle of a bright sun or rain ensued. When in the course of the accompaniment
of the young man and his horse guards stray into the marsh or mud in earlier.
They were stuck and could not get out.
Faint muffled sound
of the young man's mother call her that had been in his abject it. "Maak
ampuuunnn ....! Help me maaakk" cried the young man. But the body of the
young man along with his bodyguard increasingly immersed in mud swallow. And end
nay was the boy disappeared and his bodyguard and his horse into the earth.
Since the young man
drowned in the marsh or mud that, until now no longer in the marsh or mud. But
his word is said, until now if it rains in the middle of his scorching sun the
young horse bells are still sounded faint.
That legend that
happened that authors receive from older people to become future young writer
first. Whether true or not, it's a story or legend we just take her wisdom in
order, not the one we are disobedient to the person who has given birth to and
raising us.
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