ENGLISH ASSIGMENT

Compiled To Complete The Task Of English

Supporting Lecturer : Herry Prasetyo, MN

Compiled By :

Sindy Kartika Putri

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HEALTH POLYTECHNIC OF SEMARANG

STUDY PROGRAM DIII OF NURSING PURWOKERTO
2019

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 PREFACE

First of all, the writer wants to express his thanks to Allah SWT who gives
us guidance to finish this paper. We would like to express gratitude to all those who
help us to finish this paper, both morally and materially in the form of
encouragement, for we believe that without help and support of them it is very
difficult for us to finish it.

We realize that in preparing this paper, we have the criticism and suggestions
that are built in this paper. We hope this paper usefull for the readers.

Purwokerto, May 8, 2019

Compiler

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 TABLE OF CONTENTS

COVER ............................................................................................................. i
PREFACE ......................................................................................................... ii
TABLE OF CONTENTS ................................................................................. iii

CHAPTER I INTRODUCTION
A. The Background of the Analysis ...................................................................... 1
B. Purpose ............................................................................................................. 1

CHAPTER II DISCUSSION............................................................................. 2

REFERENCES ................................................................................................... 34

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 CHAPTER I

INTRODUCTION

A. The Background of the Analysis

Reading is an important part of learning English. This guide to how to

improve your reading skills will help you improve reading by using skills you use in
your own language. In other words, one of the best tips on improving reading is to
think about how you read in your own language.

Reading is an activity process to obtain information. By reading we can

know something we do not know yet, reading also provides a broad insight into our
knowledge. So many benefits of reading, but this activity is very difficult to make in
daily routine. Reading has a very important social role in human life of all time.
Which is used by the reader to obtain information messages, which will be conveyed
by the author through the media words or written language.
The fluent reader creates hypotheses for the text they will read based on
what they have read, their knowledge in the field, and their knowledge of the
language, and only uses the printed aspect they need to confirm their hypothesis.
Reading activity is to understand the content, ideas or ideas either expressed
or implied in the reading material. Thus, understanding becomes a measurable
product in reading, not physical behavior at the time of reading. The essence or the
essence of reading is understanding.
In reading, we must also understand and pay attention to correct sentence
patterns. there are some English sentence patterns that need to be known in this
paper along with examples of reading and sentence in it.

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 CHAPTER II

DISCUSSION

Damar Wulan

Damar Wulan was born in the village of Paluh Amba, not far from the capital
city of Majapahit. He was the son of Udara, the former prime minister of Majapahit.
Since his father had retired his family live in a quiet and prosperous village outside
the capital. Damar was a smart boy so he could easily learned the lessons his father
taught him. He learned martial art, religion, politics, and literature. He was very good
at all those subjects. When his father thought that he is mature enough, he asked
Damar to find job in Majapahit. He told Damar to apply for a job at the Prime
Minister's office. He hoped that his close relation with the new prime minister would
help him get the prime minister's attention. Furthermore Damar was a smart boy so
his father was sure Damar was capable to do any job.

Damar was very confident he would get a good position at the prime
minister's office. Early morning he left his village. At midday he got to Majapahit and
he directly went to the prime minister's house. Prime Minister Logender was his
name. The guards sarcastically questioned him when he told them he would see the
prime minister.

'Who do you think you are?'

'I am Damar Wulan. I am the son of the former prime minister Udara. My
father told me to see the prime minister here'

'If you think you can impress us by telling us about your father, you are
completely wrong poor boy. The son of a prime minister would never go anywhere on
foot'

'But, that's true. My father told me to find job here'

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 'Listen poor boy, the prime minister is a very busy person. He does not have
time for job seeker like you. But if you need a job, there is a vacant position here. Let
me report my chief'
Then the soldier reported to his superior. After that someone called Damar to
get into the commander's chamber. He told Damar that the prime minister's office
needed several boys to take care of the horses. Damar was surprised because he
expected clerical job but then he accepted the offer. Since that day he lived in a
simple hut behind the prime minister's house.

Damar did a good job so his superior was satisfied with him. He was also very
sociable. Soon he had a good relationship with the prime minister and his family. The
prime minister had two sons - Layang Seto and Layang Kumitir and a daughter -
Anjasmoro. His sons were very arrogant and lazy. They treated Damar cruelly. They
wanted Damar to do whatever they want. Every body hated them but nobody dare to
express their feeling. Anjasmoro, on the other hand, liked Damar very much.
Gradually she fell in love to Damar. So did Damar. They had a secret love. When
Layang Seto and Layang Kumitir knew what happened to Damar and Anjasmoro,
they were very angry. They treated Damar more and more cruelly.

At the time the kingdom of Majapahit faced a very serious problem because of
the rebellion of Menak Jinggo. He was a half brother of the Queen Kecono Wungu.
He was a prince of Majapahit and a highly respected general of the Majapahit army.
For his great achievement for his country his father appointed him as the ruler for the
kingdom of Blambangan, a vassal state under Majapahit. When his father passed
away he was sure that he would become the successor. But he was very disappointed
when his father appointed his sister instead. He thought that he was more capable
than Kencono Wungu so he rebelled.

Menak Jinggo proved to be a good general. Under his leadership the

Blambangan army could win several battles with Majapahit army. The territory of
Majapahit one by one fell to Blambangan. At the time the morale of the Majapahit

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army was already down. They were not sure that they could win the war. So the
queen and the prime minister met everyday to discuss the worsening situation. Some
weeks went by but still they did not have any ideas to solve the problem. Every report
they received about the war was only about the defeat of the Majapahit army.

Prime Minister Logender was shocked when his wife reported to him about
the affair of Anjasmoro and Damar Wulan. For a highly respected person like him, it
was a very serious blow to his ego. He was a very respectable person while his
daughter dated with a poor boy. It was a serious humiliation. He could not accept it.
This fact made him very angry. He thought very hard to find a solution. Suddenly an
idea struck his sharp mind when he was meditating at midnight.

Early in the morning he went to the palace and asked the queen for an
audience. Then he explained his plan.

'Your Majesty, last night I had an idea'

'Tell me about it’

'Our army could not win because we apply a wrong strategy. The Blambangan
army is very good at a frontal open warfare like that. Furthermore our army's morale
is now down. So we have to avoid open warfare. Since now on we have to launch a
new tactics of secret operation. We must send a small army unit to kill Menak Jinggo
secretly'

'Who will do that?'

'I have a body guard. His skill in martial art is excellent. He is very capable at
individual fight. So he is ready for this duty. I am sure he is the right person'

'OK, I think you are right. Send him as soon as possible to Blambangan. If he
can do his job well I will give him great reward'

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 When Logender got home he called Damar Wulan immediately. He asked him
about his martial art skill. Damar said he had mastered some fighting skill. His father
had trained him Pencak Silat, the Indonesian martial art. As a result, he was very
skillful at using sword, lance, as well as empty hand fighting technique. Then
Logender asked him to fight both Layang Seto and Layang Kumitir. Both of them
fought emotionally since they hated Damar very much. But Damar was smart,
skillful, strong and tough. In just several minutes he could beat both of them without
difficulty. Logender was angry but also satisfied since he found a way to get rid of
both problems - his home and his country.

'Damar, you are a great fighter. I am very proud of you. And that's why you
will receive a great honor to fight for your country. Now there is a rebellion in
Majapahit. The king of Blambangan has done a crime. His name is Menak Jinggo.
Find him in his palace and Blambangan and kill him. Are you ready?'

'I am ready any time Sir'

'Good. Today you have to prepare everything and tomorrow you must leave
for Blambangan secretly. Do not tell any one about this duty. Not even Anjasmoro.
Don't be afraid because the Majapahit army will fully support you. They will back
you and provide all your needs. When you can kill Menak Jinggo behead him and
bring his head here. If you can do this job well you will be promoted to a high
position as the commander of Majapahit army'

'Yes, Sir. I am very glad to receive this order. I will do my best'

The next day, very early in the morning Damar Wulan left Majapahit alone.
Meanwhile Prime Minister Logender had implemented his own plan. He prepared a
small army unit under the leadership of his two sons. They went behind Damar in a
distant so that Damar did not notice them. They went secretly so no one knew it.
Their task was not to protect Damar but to kill him and seize the head of Menak

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Jinggo if he could kill Menak Jinggo. But if Damar was killed then they had nothing
to do.

Several days later Damar Wulan arrived in Blambangan. The Majapahit army
kept on spying on him. They were surprised to see Damar did not directly attack the
palace. He applied for a job instead. Once again he was accepted to work in the
palace to take care of the horses. Everybody including the king Menak Jinggo liked
him because he was very polite and he did his job well. He was also very handsome
that two of the king's wife fell in love with him. Waito and Puyengan were the wives
of King Menak Jinggo.

As everybody trusted him, it was easy for Damar to search the palace. He
knew where Menak Jinggo lived. One night he secretly jumped the palace wall to kill
the king. Finally he was inside the king's bedroom. But unfortunately the king was
ready to welcome him. A small army unit was there to arrest him. He was no match
for Menak Jinggo. But Menak Jinggo was a smart person. He did not kill Damar
instantly. He wanted to gather information from him. So he ordered his guards.

'Don't kill him. Let him alive, treat him well. I will question him tomorrow'.

'Yes, Your Majesty'

He ordered his men to treat him well. He even let Waito and Puyengan to see
Damar. By doing so he hoped that Damar would give him valuable information. But
Damar was also a smart person. He dated Waito and Puyengan and he asked them the
way to kill Menak Jinggo. Since the two women loved Damar they revealed a secret.

'Nobody can hurt him. He is a tough guy and he is protected by god. God gave
him a secret weapon called Wesi Kuning'

'What is that?'

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 'That's a golden amulet. It is just a small amulet, as small as a thumb but it is
very powerful. Its shape is like a stick. It is stored in his bedroom'
'He is a dangerous man. We have to stop him. Could you help me find his amulet?

'I will help you if you marry me'

'Sure I will marry both of you as soon as I can arrest him'

When their turn to amuse the king arrived Waito and Puyengan could get into
the kings chamber. They used that opportunity to steal the amulet. Then they gave it
to Damar Wulan. Menak Jinggo did not realize their conspiracy. When the night was
very quiet they opened the door for Damar Wulan. There was a fight but it was too
late for Menak Jinggo. The sudden attack did not give him much chance to survive.
Consequently Damar could beat his enemy and Menak Jinggo was beheaded.

Damar Wulan immediately left Blambangan palace that night while promising
Waito and Puyengan to be back after he received the rewa.

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 Beauty and The Beast

Once upon a time as a merchant set off for market, he asked each of his three
daughters what she would like as a present on his return. The first daughter wanted a
brocade dress, the second a pearl necklace, but the third, whose name was Beauty, the
youngest, prettiest and sweetest of them all, said to her father: "All I'd like is a rose
you've picked specially for me!"

When the merchant had finished his business, he set off for home. However, a
sudden storm blew up, and his horse could hardly make headway in the howling gale.
Cold and weary, the merchant had lost all hope of reaching an inn when he suddenly
noticed a bright light shining in the middle of a wood. As he drew near, he saw that it
was a castle, bathed in light.

"I hope I'll find shelter there for the night," he said to himself.

When he reached the door, he saw it was open, but though he shouted, nobody
came to greet him. Plucking up courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract
attention. On a table in the main hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. The
merchant lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one came, and so
the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal. Overcome by curiosity, he ventured
upstairs, where the corridor led into magnificent rooms and halls. A fire crackled in
the first room and a soft bed looked very inviting. It was now late, and the merchant
could not resist. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

When he woke next morning, an unknown hand had placed a mug of steaming
coffee and some fruit by his bedside. The merchant had breakfast and after tidying
himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before,
there was nobody in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he
went towards the garden where he had left his horse, tethered to a tree.

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 Suddenly, a large rose bush caught his eye. Remembering his promise to
Beauty, he bent down to pick a rose. Instantly, out of the rose garden, sprang a
horrible beast, wearing splendid clothes. Two bloodshot eyes, gleaming angrily,
glared at him and a deep, terrifying voice growled: "Ungrateful man! I gave you
shelter, you ate at my table and slept in my own bed, but now all the thanks I get is
the theft of my favorite flowers! I shall put you to death for this slight!"

Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the Beast. "Forgive
me! Forgive me! Don't kill me! I'll do anything you say! The rose wasn't for me, it
was for my daughter Beauty. I promised to bring her back a rose from my journey!"

The Beast dropped the paw it had clamped on the unhappy merchant.

"I shall spare your life, but on one condition, that you bring me your
daughter!" The terror-stricken merchant, faced with certain death if he did not obey,
promised that he would do so. When he reached home in tears, his three daughters ran
to greet him. After he had told them of his dreadful adventure, Beauty put his mind at
rest immediately.

"Dear father, I'd do anything for you! Don't worry, you'll be able to keep your
promise and save your life! Take me to the castle. I'll stay there in your place!" The
merchant hugged his daughter.

"I never did doubt your love for me. For the moment I can only thank you for
saving my life." So Beauty was led to the castle. The Beast, however, had quite an
unexpected greeting for the girl. Instead of menacing doom as it had done with her
father, it was surprisingly pleasant.

In the beginning, Beauty was frightened of the Beast, and shuddered at the
sight of it. Then she found that, in spite of the monster's awful head, her horror of it
was gradually fading as time went by.

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 She had one of the finest rooms in the Castle, and sat for hours, embroidering
in front of the fire. And the Beast would sit, for hours on end, only a short distance
away, silently gazing at her. Then it started to say a few kind words, till in the end,
Beauty was amazed to discover that she was actually enjoying its conversation. The
days passed, and Beauty and the Beast became good friends.

Then one day, the Beast asked the girl to be his wife. Taken by surprise,
Beauty did not know what to say. Marry such an ugly monster? She would rather die!
But she did not want to hurt the feelings of one who, after all, had been kind to her.
And she remembered too that she owed it her own life as well as her father's.

"I really can't say yes," she began shakily. "I'd so much like to..." The Beast
interrupted her with an abrupt gesture.

"I quite understand! And I'm not offended by your refusal!" Life went on as
usual, and nothing further was said.

One day, the Beast presented Beauty with a magnificent magic mirror. When
Beauty peeped into it, she could see her family, far away.

"You won't feel so lonely now," were the words that accompanied the gift.
Beauty stared for hours at her distant family. Then she began to feel worried. One
day, the Beast found her weeping beside the magic mirror.

"What's wrong?" he asked, kindly as always.

"My father is gravely ill and close to dying! Oh, how I wish I could see him
again, before it's too late!" But the Beast only shook its head. "No! You will never
leave this castle!" And off it stalked in a rage.

However, a little later, it returned and spoke solemnly to the girl.

"If you swear that you will return here in seven days time, I'll let you go and
visit your father!" Beauty threw herself at the Beast's feet in delight. "I swear! I

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swear I will! How kind you are! You've made a loving daughter so happy!" In reality,
the merchant had fallen ill from a broken heart at knowing his daughter was being
kept prisoner. When he embraced her again, he was soon on the road to recovery.

Beauty stayed beside him for hours on end, describing her life at the Castle,
and explaining that the Beast was really good and kind. The days flashed past, and at
last the merchant was able to leave his bed. He was completely well again. Beauty
was happy at last. However, she had failed to notice that seven days had gone
by. Then one night she woke from a terrible nightmare. She had dreamt that the
Beast was dying and calling for her, twisting in agony.

"Come back! Come back to me!" it was pleading. The solemn promise she
had made drove her to leave home immediately. "Hurry! Hurry, good horse!" she
said, whipping her steed onwards towards the castle, afraid that she might arrive too
late. She rushed up the stairs, calling, but there was no reply. Her heart in her mouth,
Beauty ran into the garden and there crouched the Beast, its eyes shut, as though
dead. Beauty threw herself at it and hugged it tightly.

"Don't die! Don't die! I'll marry you . . ." At these words, a miracle took place.
The Beast's ugly snout turned magically into the face of a handsome young
man. "How I've been longing for this moment!" he said. "I was suffering in silence,
and couldn't tell my frightful secret. An evil witch turned me into a monster and only
the love of a maiden willing to accept me as I was, could transform me back into my
real self. My dearest! I'll be so happy if you'll marry me." The wedding took place
shortly after and, from that day on, the young Prince would have nothing but roses in
his gardens. And that's why, to this day, the castle is known as the Castle of the Rose.

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 Sawung Galing

A long, long time ago Surabaya was already a busy harbor in the eastern part
of Java Island in present day Indonesia. The ruler of Surabaya was a wise man,
named Tumenggung Jayengrono. He liked hunting very much. Wiyung was the name
of an area where he usually went hunting with his men. There was a small forest there
where he could hunt for deer and other animals.

One day he saw a beautiful girl named Dewi Sangkrah in the village of
Wiyung. Jayengrono instantly fell in love with her. Dewi Sangkrah could not refuse
his love and they became lovers. Several months later she gave birth to a baby boy.
The baby boy was named Joko Bereg. Jayengrono told his girlfriend to keep his son
and gave the girl a beautiful pendant.

Day by day passed by and Joko Bereg grew as a handsome and smart boy who
looked like his father. Unfortunately he did not have a father so he often heard people
gossiping about his mother. Joko Bereg was hurt by the gossip so one day he asked
his mother about it.

‘Mom, may I ask you something?’

‘Yes, of course’

‘I’ve been thinking about this problem over the past few months. Actually I do
not dare to ask you about this.

‘I am afraid I will hurt your feeling’

‘What is it about? ‘

‘People are gossiping about us’

Her mother was shocked. She was speechless for a moment. She tried very
hard to control her emotion.

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 ‘Ok, it is not your fault. I know how you feel. It’s my fault. Forgive me my
son. Now that you are adult, it is time for you to know the truth’

‘No mom, if it is too hard for you, you don’t have to tell me. I will try to
understand’

‘No, Joko. Sooner or later you have to know your background. Listen. Joko,
you have a father. You father is a very special person. He is a powerful man. His
name is Tumenggung Jayengrono, the ruler of Surabaya’.

This time Joko Bereg was shocked. He was speechless.

‘I don’t understand mom’

‘Twenty years ago I met him here in this village when he went hunting here.
He told me he would marry me. Then when you were born he told me to keep you
well and he promised me to return and to take me to his home. I don’t know why he
never kept his words. But he gave me something. Look. He gave me this pendant’.

‘Mom, why did not you do anything? It is not fair for him to leave you just
like that’

‘Joko, I am just a poor powerless woman. What can I do to such a powerful

man?’

‘Mom, I have an idea. I will come to see him in Surabaya’

‘Ok, but promise me that you must keep you manner. He is a respected and
powerful man. Don’t make him angry. Tell him who you are nicely and politely and
show him this pendant’

The next day Joko Bereg went to Surabaya alone. Although he just a poor boy
who came from a village,

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 Joko was very neat and polite. Then he met the guard in front of Jayengrono’s
house.

‘Excuse me; I am Joko Bereg from the village of Wiyung, just outside the
town. May I ask permission to have an audience with Tumenggung Jayengrono?’

‘What for’ asked the guard arrogantly

‘I would like to report about the latest situation in my village, Wiyung’

‘You have to wait for several days because his Excellency is very busy’.

So Joko Bereg had to wait for several days. Then one day the guard called his
name and he was allowed to get in. Tumenggung Jayengrono was a kind man. He was
not arrogant at all. When he saw Joko he warmly welcomed him.

‘Excuse me your Excellency, may I come in?’

‘Hi young man, come in, sit here. What’s your name? Why do you want to see
me?’

‘I am Joko Bereg from Wiyung. Before telling you about my reason to see
you, let me beg your pardon if my words will make you angry’

‘What is it about?

‘About my family’

‘Your family? Do you have family problems?

‘Yes, your Excellency, actually I am the son of Dewi Sangkrah from the
village of Wiyung. She told me that I have to see you and to show you this pendant.
She said this pendant is from you’.

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 Ten thunders strike at the same time was lighter than the words of Joko Bereg
for Tumenggung Jayengrono. He never expected those words. He thought that Joko
was an ordinary village chief who wanted to report something. As he could control
his emotion he asked further.

‘What did she tell you?’

‘She said that she met you in Wiyung twenty years ago then you told her that
you will marry her. When I was born you gave her this pendant. She said that I am
your son. But you never came back.’

‘Did she marry another man after that?’

‘No, she did not. She has been expecting you for a long time’

Tumenggung Jayengrono was silent. He looked at his yard without saying a

word. Meanwhile Joko Bereg was also silent. He did not dare to say anything. He just
looked at the floor.

‘Joko, this is very surprising for me, but I must admit that I have neglected
you and your mother. It is my fault. Forgive me for my faults. I must also ask
forgiveness to your mother. She must have been deeply hurt. So, here is my decision.
From now on you are my legitimate son from your mother Dewi Sangkrah and you
will live here with me. I will give you a new name – Sawung Galing. Tomorrow you
must go home to Wiyung and tell your mother about it. She is also my legitimate wife
but she lives there in Wiyung’.

The news that Tumenggung Jayengrono had a new wife and a son spread
quickly throughout the country. Everybody was shocked especially Jayengrono’s
family. He had already a wife and two sons – Sawung Rono and Sawung Sari. They
were very disappointed and very upset. So they prepared a plan to eliminate Sawung
Galing.

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 The first day Sawung Galing lived in his father’s house was the hardest for
him. Many eyes stared suspiciously at him. Jayengrono’s wife and sons hated him
very much but they did not dare to show their hatred to Jayengrono. One day when
Jayengrono was busy they met him. Jayengrono’s wife could not control her emotion
when she met him.

‘Hey, you are not supposed to be here. You are just a stupid village boy!’

‘Excuse me? ‘

‘Get out of my house!’

‘I am afraid that’s not right. I am here on the order of his Excellency

Jayengrono. Besides, I am also his son. Please be just’

Sawungrono and Sawungsari also very angry.

‘Hey, you stupid village boy, you have no right to debate my mother. She is a
respected woman and you are just a son of a bitch!’

Sawung Galing could not control his emotion when he heard sarcastic words
of his step brothers. The tension mounted and so they fought. Sawung Galing was
outnumbered but he was a strong and smart boy while his step brothers were just
spoiled boys who never worked hard. Finally Sawung Galing could beat his step
brothers. Meanwhile the servants were very happy to see Sawung Galing could defeat
them. Actually they did not like Sawungrono and Sawungsari who were arrogant and
sarcastic.

Sawung Galing was a polite boy. Although he had a high position by then, he
remained friendly to everybody. Soon he won the respect of many people.

Meanwhile the Dutch colonial ruler did not like Tumenggung Jayengrono.
They thought that Jayengrono was an obstacle to their colonial ambition. So they
tried to find away to overthrow him from power. Then they held a competition. In the

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field of Surabaya they put a flag and asked people to shoot at it with an arrow.
Anybody who could shoot it would be promoted as the ruler of Surabaya.

Many people came to take part in the competition including the sons of
Jayengrono. Sawung Rono and Sawung Sari could not make it since they were just
spoiled boys who could do nothing. Sawung Galing soon took his turn. His shot was
good; he could shot at the flag. The colonial ruler soon promoted him as the successor
of Jayengrono. They were sure that they could dictate the new young ruler.

The assumption of the colonial ruler was wrong. Sawung Galing proved to be
a good leader. He knew from first hand experience of his people’s suffering so when
he was in power he fought for them. He did not want to be dictated by the colonialist.
He built a strong army and he could resist the Dutch military attack.

Today people still remember him as a hero and a legend of Surabaya. His
tomb is located in the district of Wiyung in the city of Surabaya, the second biggest
city in Indonesia. He was buried there with his mother, his grand father and his
relatives. Many people come to pray for him in his tomb.

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 Sleeping Beauty

A long time ago there were a king and queen who said every day, "Ah, if only
we had a child," but they never had one. But it happened that once when the queen
was bathing, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said to her, "Your wish
shall be fulfilled, before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter."

What the frog had said came true, and the queen had a little girl who was so
pretty that the king could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a great feast. He
invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but also the wise women, in
order that they might be kind and well disposed towards the child. There were
thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he had only twelve golden plates for them to
eat out of, one of them had to be left at home.

The feast was held with all manner of splendor and when it came to an end the
wise women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby - one gave virtue, another
beauty, a third riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.

When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came
in. She wished to avenge herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or
even looking at anyone, she cried with a loud voice, "The king's daughter shall in her
fifteenth year prick herself with a spindle, and fall down dead." And, without saying a
word more, she turned round and left the room.

They were all shocked, but the twelfth, whose good wish still remained
unspoken, came forward, and as she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften
it, she said, it shall not be death, but a deep sleep of a hundred years, into which the
princess shall fall.

The king, who would fain keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave
orders that every spindle in the whole kingdom should be burnt. Meanwhile the gifts
of the wise women were plenteously fulfilled on the young girl, for she was so

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beautiful, modest, good-natured, and wise, that everyone who saw her was bound to
love her.

It happened that on the very day when she was fifteen years old, the king and
queen were not at home, and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she
went round into all sorts of places, looked into rooms and bed-chambers just as she
liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow winding staircase,
and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door
sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily
spinning her flax.

"Good day, old mother," said the king's daughter, "what are you doing there?"

"I am spinning," said the old woman, and nodded her head.

"What sort of thing is that, that rattles round so merrily," said the girl, and she
took the spindle and wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle
when the magic decree was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it.

And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed
that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep. And this sleep extended over the whole
palace, the king and queen who had just come home, and had entered the great hall,
began to go to sleep, and the whole of the court with them. The horses, too, went to
sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons upon the roof, the flies on the
wall, even the fire that was flaming on the hearth became quiet and slept, the roast
meat left off frizzling, and the cook, who was just going to pull the hair of the
scullery boy, because he had forgotten something, let him go, and went to sleep. And
the wind fell, and on the trees before the castle not a leaf moved again.

But round about the castle there began to grow a hedge of thorns, which every
year became higher, and at last grew close up round the castle and all over it, so that
there was nothing of it to be seen, not even the flag upon the roof. But the story of the

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beautiful sleeping Briar Rose, for so the princess was named, went about the country,
so that from time to time kings' sons came and tried to get through the thorny hedge
into the castle. But they found it impossible, for the thorns held fast together, as if
they had hands, and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose again, and
died a miserable death.

After long, long years a king's son came again to that country, and heard an
old man talking about the thorn hedge, and that a castle was said to stand behind it in
which a wonderfully beautiful princess, named Briar Rose, had been asleep for a
hundred years, and that the king and queen and the whole court were asleep likewise.
He had heard, too, from his grandfather, that many kings, sons had already come, and
had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had remained sticking fast in it,
and had died a pitiful death.

Then the youth said, "I am not afraid, I will go and see the beautiful Briar
Rose." The good old man might dissuade him as he would, he did not listen to his
words.

But by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come
when Briar Rose was to awake again. When the king's son came near to the thorn
hedge, it was nothing but large and beautiful flowers, which parted from each other of
their own accord, and let him pass unhurt, then they closed again behind him like a
hedge. In the castle yard he saw the horses and the spotted hounds lying asleep, on
the roof sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And when he entered the
house, the flies were asleep upon the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still holding
out his hand to seize the boy, and the maid was sitting by the black hen which she was
going to pluck.

He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying
asleep, and up by the throne lay the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and
all was so quiet that a breath could be heard, and at last he came to the tower, and
opened the door into the little room where Briar Rose was sleeping.

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 There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he
stooped down and gave her a kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, Briar Rose opened
her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite sweetly.

Then they went down together, and the king awoke, and the queen, and the
whole court, and looked at each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the
courtyard stood up and shook themselves, the hounds jumped up and wagged their
tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under their wings, looked
round, and flew into the open country, the flies on the wall crept again, the fire in the
kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat, the joint began to turn and
sizzle again, and the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and
the maid finished plucking the fowl.

And then the marriage of the king's son with Briar Rose was celebrated with
all splendor, and they lived contented to the end of their days.

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 The Cactus

The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large
amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and
it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one’s
gloves.

That is what Trysdale was doing, standing by a table in his bachelor

apartments. On the table stood a singular-looking green plant in a red earthen jar. The
plant was one of the species of cacti, and was provided with long, tentacular leaves
that perpetually swayed with the slightest breeze with a peculiar beckoning motion.

Trysdale’s friend, the brother of the bride, stood at a sideboard complaining at

being allowed to drink alone. Both men were in evening dress. White favors like stars
upon their coats shone through the gloom of the apartment.

As he slowly unbuttoned his gloves, there passed through Trysdale’s mind a

swift, scarifying retrospect of the last few hours. It seemed that in his nostrils was still
the scent of the flowers that had been banked in odorous masses about the church,
and in his ears the lowpitched hum of a thousand well-bred voices, the rustle of crisp
garments, and, most insistently recurring, the drawling words of the minister
irrevocably binding her to another.

From this last hopeless point of view he still strove, as if it had become a habit
of his mind, to reach some conjecture as to why and how he had lost her. Shaken
rudely by the uncompromising fact, he had suddenly found himself confronted by a
thing he had never before faced –his own innermost, unmitigated, arid unbedecked
self. He saw all the garbs of pretence and egoism that he had worn now turn to rags of
folly. He shuddered at the thought that to others, before now, the garments of his soul
must have appeared sorry and threadbare. Vanity and conceit? These were the joints
in his armor. And how free from either she had always been–But why–

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 As she had slowly moved up the aisle toward the altar he had felt an
unworthy, sullen exultation that had served to support him. He had told himself that
her paleness was from thoughts of another than the man to whom she was about to
give herself. But even that poor consolation had been wrenched from him. For, when
he saw that swift, limpid, upward look that she gave the man when he took her hand,
he knew himself to be forgotten. Once that same look had been raised to him, and he
had gauged its meaning. Indeed, his conceit had crumbled; its last prop was gone.
Why had it ended thus? There had been no quarrel between them, nothing–

For the thousandth time he remarshalled in his mind the events of those last
few days before the tide had so suddenly turned.

She had always insisted upon placing him upon a pedestal, and he had
accepted her homage with royal grandeur. It had been a very sweet incense that she
had burned before him; so modest (he told himself); so childlike and worshipful, and
(he would once have sworn) so sincere. She had invested him with an almost
supernatural number of high attributes and excellencies and talents, and he had
absorbed the oblation as a desert drinks the rain that can coax from it no promise of
blossom or fruit.

As Trysdale grimly wrenched apart the seam of his last glove, the crowning
instance of his fatuous and tardily mourned egoism came vividly back to him. The
scene was the night when he had asked her to come up on his pedestal with him and
share his greatness. He could not, now, for the pain of it, allow his mind to dwell
upon the memory of her convincing beauty that night–the careless wave of her hair,
the tenderness and virginal charm of her looks and words. But they had been enough,
and they had brought him to speak. During their conversation she had said:

“And Captain Carruthers tells me that you speak the Spanish language like a
native. Why have you hidden this accomplishment from me? Is there anything you do
not know?”

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 Now, Carruthers was an idiot. No doubt he (Trysdale) had been guilty (he
sometimes did such things) of airing at the club some old, canting Castilian proverb
dug from the hotchpotch at the back of dictionaries. Carruthers, who was one of his
incontinent admirers, was the very man to have magnified this exhibition of doubtful
erudition.

But, alas! the incense of her admiration had been so sweet and flattering. He
allowed the imputation to pass without denial. Without protest, he allowed her to
twine about his brow this spurious bay of Spanish scholarship. He let it grace his
conquering head, and, among its soft convolutions, he did not feel the prick of the
thorn that was to pierce him later.

How glad, how shy, how tremulous she was! How she fluttered like a snared
bird when he laid his mightiness at her feet! He could have sworn, and he could swear
now, that unmistakable consent was in her eyes, but, coyly, she would give him no
direct answer. “I will send you my answer to-morrow,” she said; and he, the
indulgent, confident victor, smilingly granted the delay. The next day he waited,
impatient, in his rooms for the word. At noon her groom came to the door and left the
strange cactus in the red earthen jar. There was no note, no message, merely a tag
upon the plant bearing a barbarous foreign or botanical name. He waited until night,
but her answer did not come. His large pride and hurt vanity kept him from seeking
her. Two evenings later they met at a dinner. Their greetings were conventional, but
she looked at him, breathless, wondering, eager. He was courteous, adamant, waiting
her explanation. With womanly swiftness she took her cue from his manner, and
turned to snow and ice. Thus, and wider from this on, they had drifted apart. Where
was his fault? Who had been to blame? Humbled now, he sought the answer amid the
ruins of his self-conceit.

The voice of the other man in the room, querulously intruding upon his
thoughts, aroused him.

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 “I say, Trysdale, what the deuce is the matter with you? You look unhappy as
if you yourself had been married instead of having acted merely as an accomplice.
Look at me, another accessory, come two thousand miles on a garlicky, cockroachy
banana steamer all the way from South America to connive at the sacrifice–please to
observe how lightly my guilt rests upon my shoulders. Only little sister I had, too, and
now she’s gone. Come now! take something to ease your conscience.”

“I don’t drink just now, thanks,” said Trysdale.

“Your brandy,” resumed the other, coming over and joining him, “is
abominable. Run down to see me some time at Punta Redonda, and try some of our
stuff that old Garcia smuggles in. It’s worth the, trip. Hallo! here’s an old
acquaintance. Wherever did you rake up this cactus, Trysdale?”

“A present,” said Trysdale, “from a friend. Know the species?”

“Very well. It’s a tropical concern. See hundreds of ’em around Punta every
day. Here’s the name on this tag tied to it. Know any Spanish, Trysdale?”

“No,” said Trysdale, with the bitter wraith of a smile–“Is it Spanish?”

“Yes. The natives imagine the leaves are reaching out and beckoning to you.
They call it by this name Ventomarme. Name means in English, ‘Come and take me.'”

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 Malin Kundang

Once upon a time, in the coastal area of Sumatra, lives a poor family. The
family had a kid named Malin Kundang. Due to very poor condition of their families,
Malin kundang's father decided to go to the country side.

Malin kundang and his mother hope that he could bring some money and
support their daily needs. Time after time, they wait for him, but he did not come.
They even believed that he is already dead.

Feeling sad, Malin kundang thought that he could make a living in the country
side in the hope that later on when returning to my hometown; he has become a very
rich. Finally Malin kundang go sailing along with a merchant ship captain in his
hometown that has been successful.

During his stay on the ship, Malin kundang lot to learn about seamanship on
the crew that has been experienced. Malin studied hard on his friends shipping on
more experienced, and ultimately he's very good at shipping.

Many islands have been, up to a day in the middle of the trip, suddenly Malin
kundang ships were attacked by pirates. All merchandise traders who were on the
ship seized by pirates. Even most of the crew and people on the ship were killed by
the pirates. Malin kundang very lucky he was not killed by the pirates, because when
it happened, Malin immediately hid in a small space enclosed by the timber.

Malin Kundang floats amid sea, until finally the host ship stranded on a beach.
With the rest of the existing power, Malin Kundang walked to the nearest village
from the beach. Arriving in the village, Malin Kundang told the ntives about the
incident that happened to him. Malin village where villagers stranded is very fertile.
With tenacity and perseverance in work, over time Malin had become a very rich. He
has many fruit merchant ships with the children of more than 100 people. After
becoming rich, Malin Kundang marry a girl to become his wife. After a long

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marriage, Malin and his wife make the voyage with a large and beautiful ship with
the crew and a lot of bodyguards. Malin kundangs wife want to know his husbands
hometowns. In the other side, poor Malin kundang mothers was worried about his
son, and goes to the beach everyday, hope that her son will be back from the journey.
She saw a very beautiful ship landed on the town harbour. Malin's mother who
always checks every ship that arrived, hoping there is his son among the passenger,
surprised to see a man. She founds out that he is her son Malin kundang.

Malin Kundang stepped down from the ship. Once close enough, his mother
saw the birthmarks on Malin kundangs arm. She is now convinced that Malin is her
son. Missed so much, she hug his son and asked "Malin Kundang, my son, why did
you go so long without sending any news to me?". Arrogantly, Malin immediately
released her mother's arms and pushed him up to fall. "Old women, I do not know
who you are" said Malin Kundang at his mother. Malin Kundang pretended not to
recognize her mother, because of shame with her mother who is old and wearing
tattered clothes. "She was your mother?" Malin's wife asks him. "No, he was just a
beggar who pretended to be admitted as a mom to get my property".

Hearing statement and treated arbitrarily by his son, the mother of Malin
kundang is very angry. He did not expect him to be rebellious child. Because anger is
mounting, Malin's mother tipped his hand, saying "Oh God, if he my son, I curse him
became a stone." Malin's mother goes away with sad feelings. Knowing that his only
son, which she always loves and missed all days, come and treat her like that.

Malin kundang and his crew departed shortly after visiting the
hometown.Soon after departed, the calm, nice weather suddenly changed. The winds
roared fierce and storms come to destroy the ship Kundang. Malin himself knows that
it might be the curse from his own mother. That makes Malin prays, to beg a mercy
from the God. The ship are destroyed and dumped into the beach. Malin's body and
the shipwrecks scattered. After that Malin' body slowly becomes rigid and in time

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they finally shaped into a rock. Malin's mothers feel sorry about her son's fate. But it
was too late.

In moslem tradition, it is believed that prays from the parents are easily
granted by God, either bad or goods. This story told people to be humbles and do not
forget his family after being successful, the story also told the parents that they must
not easily pray a bad things to their children, and guide their children with care and
lots of patients.

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 The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their mummy and
daddy to see the world.

All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains, playing
games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they easily
made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome,
but as summer drew to a close, they realized that folk were drifting back to their usual
jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn came and it began to rain. The three little pigs
started to feel they needed a real home. Sadly they knew that the fun was over now
and they must set to work like the others, or they'd be left in the cold and rain, with
no roof over their heads. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself.
The laziest little pig said he'd build a straw hut.

"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.

"It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. Not quite
so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood.

"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to nail them together. But the
third little pig did not like the wooden house.

"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "It takes time, patience and
hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow,
and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"

The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by brick.
From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with a chuckle.

"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But the
stubborn bricklayer pig just said "no".

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 "I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and sturdy. And then I'll come
and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like you! For he who laughs last, laughs
longest!"

It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the
neighborhood.

The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely at the
laziest pig's straw hut.

"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to you!"

"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.

"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his chest,
he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right onto the house. And
all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great
blast. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little pig had
slithered out from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his
brother's wooden house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf
grew wild with rage.

"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden
house. The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf.

"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't
break in!"

Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as he was, at the
idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the door.

"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"

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 Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door fast
against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew in a
really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a
pack of cards.

Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window of
his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers. And not a
moment too soon, for the wolf was already hammering furiously on the door. This
time, the wolf had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than the
others. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time. But all was in vain. For
the house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him and their fear
began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his tricks.
He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney.
However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and he quickly said.

"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the wolf
was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but
the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made him feel hungrier.

"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let himself drop.
But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire, stunned by his fall.

The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.

"Never again! Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as he tried

to put out the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he could.

The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began to sing.
"Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"

From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work with a
will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did return once

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to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught sight of three chimneys, he
remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for good.

Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more
work! Come on, let's go and play!"

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