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The Legend ofPutri Tangguk||JambiFolklore||Part 2
A long time ago, In Danau Kerinci district in Jambi, lived a woman named Putri Tangguk. She lived with her husband and her seven children. To feed the family, she and her husband cultivated a ricefiield and planted paddy there.
A long time ago, In Danau Kerinci district in Jambi, lived a woman named Putri Tangguk. She lived with her husband and her seven children. To feed the family, she and her husband cultivated a ricefiield and planted paddy there.
She and
her husband only planted paddy for one tangguk (Tangguk means an area of a
ricefield whose width is about a garden bed). Even though they only planted
paddy for only one tangguk, the paddy that they got from their ricefield was a
lot. Everty time, the paddy plants were harvested, they kept producing grists.
So they can harvest the paddy plants thy were planted for many times.
Because
of their industrious and hard work, the seven rice barns in their house were
almost fully filled. But, due to their hard working, they often forgot to take
bath, they also forgot to greet or chat with their neighbor, and they even
forgot to take care their children.
One
night when their seven children had been sleepin, Putri Tangguk talked to her
husband.
“My
husband, I am really tired today. I am really tried to work every day on the
rice field. I want to take care our children at home, also I want to great and
chat with the neighbor. I felt that our family is being expelled as we never
socialize with others.
“Then,
what is your plan?” answer the husband with a low voice.
“Well,
for tomorrow, I need to get the seventh rice barn filled. So that we have
enough food supplies for next couple months” answered Putri Tangguk telling her
plan
“Well,
alright. We need to work hard tomorrow to get the barn fully filled. We should
ask the children for a help then.” Said the husband
“Okay”
answered Putri Tanguk
Then,
after have that short conversation, Putri and her husband felt asleep. They
slept very soundly as they were really exhausted of their daily work. In the
middle of the night, a heavy right fell. The rain just stopped when the dawn
came. The road in the village and the path in the rice field was wet and
slippery.
After
having their breakfast, Putri Tangguk and her husband, and also their seven
children went to the rice field to harvest the grist and take them home. On the
way to the rice field, Putri Tangguk was slipped and fell to the ground. Her
husband helped her immediately. Though she had been helped by her husband, he
still got furious.
“What
a bloody path, make me fall” said Putri Tangguk “I will cover the path with the
grist we just picked so the path won get slippery any longer”
After
harvested the grist, Putri Tangguk poured the grist they got to cover the path.
Almost all the grist was used. They only brought a little grist home. As what
she said before, after that day Putri Tangguk stopped to work in the rice
field. Now, he filled her day by weaving clothes. She made clothes for her
husband, children and for herself.
One
day, Putri Tanggu was really enjoying her weaving till she forgot to cook food
for dinner. Putri Tangguk kept weaving until night. Then, when she fel tired
she stopped what she did and slept besides her children.
In
the middle of the night, the youngest child was awaken because he was starving.
Then, he cried and asked for food. Luckily, Putri Tangguk can persuade him to
stop crying and sleep again. One by one her children were awaken and asked for
food, and one by one of them were able to be persuaded to have a sleep again.
Now, it’s time for the oldest son to wake up and ask for food. When Putri
Tangguk knew that, she didn’t do the thing she done to her other six children.
Now, she scolded her oldest child.
“No
need to ask me for food. You are already grown-up. You can take the rice in the
pan. If there is not any, you can cook by yourself, and if there is nothing to
cook you can take the grist in the barn and pound them by yourself” said Putri
Tangguk
“Mother,
there is nothing left to cook. Would you please help me to pound the grist in
the barn” aske the eldest to his mother.
“What
did you just say?! There is nothing left to cook?! As I recall, there is a cold
rice in the pan. Also there is pounded grist in the can and those grist can be
cook for two portion. Now you said there was nothing left. I am sure someone
had stolen them” said Putri Tangguk.
“Well
then, please control your gusto. I felt last to pund grist and cook rice in the
middle of night like this also, the neighbor can be disturbed if I pound rice
in this time!”
Then
, Putri Tanggu was back to sleep, and so was her eldest son that had to sleep
in starve.
……………………………TO
BE CONTINUED……………………………………………….
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