The honourable judges,the honourable audiences
Hallo friends, my name is Chika. I would like to tell you a story about Malin Kundang.
Onces upon a time, on the north Sumatra, live a poor women and her son named Malin Kundang.
One day Malin ask to his mother.
“ Mother, what if I sail overseas ? if I stay here I wil allways be a poor man. I want to be a rich man!”
His mother did not agree, but Malin Kundang had made up his mine.
His mother wiped her tires.
“If you really want to go,i can’t stop you. I could only pray tu god for you tu gain succes in life. But promise me you will come back.”
Every morning, his mother stood on the peer,wishes for Malin Kundang to come home.
After several years waiting with out any news, Malin Kundang’s mother surprised by the arrival of a big ship in the peer.
A man who looked wilty staping down a lader with beautiful women.
That Malin Kundang and his wife.
“Malin, you are back. I miss you so much son”.
But Malin Kundang did not show any respond. He was embarased to admit his poor mother in front of is wife.
“You are not my mother. I don’t know you.My mother would never wire suke ragged and ugly cloth”.
“Malin, you don’t know me? I am your mother!” she seed sadly in tires. Malin Kundang faces as cold as ice.
“Tike this money and get out of here!, Don’t disturb me again!”
“Malin.....my son,why do you treat me like this?”
Malin Kundang ignored his mother and lesf. His mother was so hart, she cried and cried.
“Dear god, I Kursed him to become a stone!!”
Sudenlly the the wind blew so hard and a tunderstorm came. The ship was raked and his hol body turned in tu stone.
That’s all my story. Thank you fo you atention.