Narrator :
One day, there was pleasant couple. They lived in a village near the forest.
They lived happily. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any children yet. Everyday
they prayed to God for a child.
Mother :
Oh God… please give us a child. I promise I will always protect my child.
Please answer our prayer. Thank you God.
Narrator :
The green giant, Buto Ijo, coincidentally passed by the couple’s house. He
heard what they were praying for.
Buto Ijo :
Whoa…ha…ha…ha! I heard that!
Mother :
[gasps] Oh my God! W-Who are you?
Buto Ijo :
I’m Buto Ijo.
Father :
[comes toward his wife] What’s with the noise? Who is that, honey?
Mother :
Oh my husband, Buto Ijo is in front of our house. I’m scared. He will kill both
of us!
Buto Ijo :
Whoa…ha…ha…ha… I’m not going to kill you. But I will fulfill your request to
have a child.
Father :
You are just joking, aren’t you?
Buto Ijo :
No…No… I’m serious, yes, I’m really serious. If you don’t believe me it doesn’t
matter.
Mother :
All right… All right. My husband, let’s see what he can do to help us.
Buto Ijo :
[Gives the seeds] Look, here are some cucumber seeds. Plant these seeds, then
you’ll get a daughter.
Father :
Do you mean it? It’s so easy.
Buto Ijo :
Yes, I mean it. But remember, on her seventeenth birthday, I’ll come back to
take the girl.
Mother :
Oh, husband… please I want a child! Let’s try his offer!
Father :
But… Oh well, if you insist, I’ll take his offer.
Mother :
[Bows down] Oh, thank you, husband! Thank you a lot, Buto Ijo!
Buto Ijo :
Whoa…ha…ha…ha. See you again seventeen years from now, humans. And remember
your promise. [Go away]
Narrator : The next day, the couple planted the
seeds. Months later, a golden cucumber grew in the yard. The cucumber was
getting bigger and bigger each day. Years passed by and Timun Mas grew into a
lovely girl. Her parents were very proud of her but their hearts hurt so badly
when they remembered their promise to Buto Ijo. The couple then remembered that
there was a sacred hermit living inside the forest. So they went there for the
help.
It
so happened that one day on Timun Mas’s seventeenth birthday, Buto Ijo came for
the couple’s promise.
Buto Ijo :
Whoa…ha…ha... Hey, peasant, where is your lovely daughter? I come here to pick
her up. Remember the promise you said to me!
Father :
Please be patient, Buto Ijo. Timun Mas, my daughter, is playing in the field.
Buto Ijo :
What a shit! I know you’re lying! But never mind, I’ll find her by myself!
[Turns away to find Timun Mas]
Father :
I’m glad he’s gone. Timun Mas, come here, child.
TimunMas : Yes,
daddy, I’m coming. Who’s that?
Mother :
He is Buto Ijo, the green giant. For some reason, he’s looking for you. I’m
sure he’ll come back here soon.
TimunMas : Oh
my God, what’ll he do to me?
Father :
Listen to me, Timun Mas, all you have to do is run away from him. [Gives the
bundle to Timun Mas] Take this bundle with you. It contains chili seeds, salt,
cucumber seeds, and shrimp paste.
TimunMas: What should I do with these?
Father :
Throw each of them when the giant gets closer to you. These will help you get
away from the giant.
TimunMas : What
about you, mom and dad?
Mother :
Don’t worry about us. Oh my God, the giant is coming! Now, run, Timun Mas! Run
as fast as you can! Please be careful!
TimunMas :
Thank you, mom and dad! You too please take care of yourselves! [Runs away]
Narrator : After that, the giant chased Timun
Mas and he was getting closer and closer. Timun Mas then took a handful of salt
from the bundle. She spread out the salt and magically a wide sea appeared
between them.
Narrator : Timun Mas kept on running as fast
as she could. But soon she was very tired herself. And things were getting
worse as the giant had woken up.
Narrator : Desperately she then threw her
last weapon, the shrimp paste. Magically, the paste turned into a big swamp.
Narrator : The giant fell into the swamp but
his hands almost reached Timun Mas. Suddenly the swamp pulled him to the bottom
and his hands lost her. And finally timun mas free from the giant.
NAME : UMMU NI’MATUL FATHI / 34
CLASS : XI IPA III
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