Selasa, 13 Desember 2011

The First Mosquito

In ancient times there lived a simple farmer with his beautiful wife. The farmer has always worked hard, but his wife just primp and do not care for the household. They live in a very modest home and life of the peasant family farm as appropriate.


          
The lovely wife was not satisfied with their situation. He felt, it is proper if her husband larger income so she could care for her beauty. To meet the demands of his wife, the farmer works harder. However, no matter how hard the work of the farmer, he was unable to meet the demands of his wife. In addition to asking buy drugs that can keep kecantikanya, also likes to ask his wife bought a fancy dress - which is very expensive.


          
"How can look pretty bad if my clothes," said his wife.



           
Because only busy with appearances, a beautiful wife did not pay attention to his health. He fell ill. The pain got worse until eventually died. Her husband was so sad. All day he lay weeping for his wife who is now without power. Not wanting to lose, the farmer did not want to bury the body of his wife who is very loved. He wants to revive his wife.



          
The next day my poor husband sold all his possessions and bought a canoe. With a boat that he took his wife's body down the river to the place that is believed to be the wake of the gods. God would want to relive my wife, so he thought.


          
Despite not knowing exactly where the wake of the gods, the farmer kept pedaling the boat. He pedaled and pedaled tirelessly. One day, thick fog blocking the view so that the boat got stuck. When the mist evaporates, in front of him stood a very high mountain, a peak through the clouds. This is where the gods lived, thought farmers. He then climbed the mountain, carrying the bodies of his wife.


          
On his way he met an old man.


          
"You must be resident gods of heaven is," exclaimed the farmer joyfully.


          
He said the purpose of his coming to that place.


          
The old man smiled.


          
"Really you're a good husband. But, what good is reviving your wife? "


          
"He was very meaningful to me. It was he who made me excited. So quicken him again, "said the farmer.


          
The old man nodded his head.


          
"Well then. Will kuturuti request. In return for your kindness and your hard work this long, I'll give you the secret of how to revive your wife. Puncture tip of your fingers, then sprinkle three drops of blood into his mouth. Undoubtedly he will live again. If after that your wife all sorts, to remind you that he lived from three drops of blood. "



           
The farmer immediately carry out the god's message.




Miraculously, she is really alive again.


          
Without thinking, it was a happy husband brought home his wife. But, the wife knows, besides canoe ride them, now he did not have anything else. Then, with what he's caring for her beauty?


          
One day, the couple arrived in a very busy port. The farmer got out of the canoe and went to the market to buy supplies travel and leave his wife alone in the canoe. Incidentally, next to their boat rests a very beautiful boat owned by a wealthy merchant who was stopped at that place. Kecantkan see the farmer's wife, pemiliik boat and fell in love with that beautiful woman persuaded to go with him.


          
"If you want to come with me, would I buy anything you ask," said the merchant.


          
The farmer's wife tempted. He then went to the merchant.


          
The farmer was surprised to come home from the market because his wife no longer on the boat. He looked around, but in vain. A year later, visit him with his wife, but his wife refused to return to him. Farmers then remembered the god who gave secrets to revive his wife.


          
"Really you're ungrateful. Just so you know, you come back to life by drinking three drops of my blood. "


          
His wife laughed mockingly.


          
"So, I had to return three drops of blood? All right ... "


          
The wife had stabbed one of his fingers with the intent to give three drops of blood to her husband. However, once the three drops of blood dripping from his fingers, his face pale, her body weak, the weak, to finally fall helplessly. To death.



           
After death, he was transformed into mosquito. Since then, every night mosquito incarnation of the beautiful woman was trying to suck human blood in order to return to the original.


Sumber:http://www.ceritaanak.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=73:nyamuk-pertama&catid=34:cerita-dongeng-anak&Itemid=53

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