Reading 4
It is submitted to
fulfill mid-term reading 4 short story
Lecturer: Mrs.
Lady Nurlaley.
Mpd
Submitted by:
(Nanda Putri
Khalishah)
(2223121789)
(4C)
ENGLISH
DEPARTMENT
TEACHERS
TRAINING AND EDUCATION FACULTY
SULTAN
AGENG TIRTAYASA UNIVERSITY
2014
KEMBANG MELATI AND THE GOLDEN BUTTER FLY
KEMBANG MELATI, a beautiful young
princess, lived with her old nurse and many serving-women in a palace on the
bank of a great river.
Rajah Banjir, the monarch of the rains, lived in his rainbow-colored palace on the other bank of the river. He could cause floods to appear at his will, and his tears made brooks and rivers swell. From his windows he could see the little princess weaving her bridal dress, and he could hear her singing a song for luck. But the princess never looked toward his side of the river.
The monarch of the rains kept gazing at her with great sad eyes. Because he was so sad, he wept many tears, and the river swelled and the wind sighed softly through the high trees around the palace. The princess heard the sighing of the wind, and saw the river rising higher and higher. But she did not know that it was her future husband who was weeping and calling to her.
For many days the monarch of the rains yearned for the princess. Finally, to be near her, he changed himself into a golden butterfly and flew back and forth before her window until at last the princess saw him and opened the window so that she could admire his dazzling wings.
Then the golden butterfly lighted on Kembang Melati’s little hand, kissed her finger tips, and flew out of the window.
A few days later the butterfly returned and perched on Kembang Melati’s right ear and whispered to her, "Weave your bridal dress quickly, princess, for soon your bridegroom will come."
The princess heard only the word "bridegroom." She asked, 'Where is my bridegroom?" The butterfly did not answer her, for he had flown out of the window.
But someone else had heard her question. That was Nasiman, the wicked son of the princess's old nurse. He went to his mother at once. "Mother," he said, "I was standing outside the princess's window and I heard her ask, 'Where is my bridegroom?' I want you to go to her and tell her that I am her bridegroom."
'That you can never be, son/' the old woman said, "because you are not of noble birth."
"Nevertheless, I wish to marry the princess," he answered.
"Go to her, Mother, and tell her that her bridegroom has come”
Nasiman was wicked and cruel, and his mother was afraid of him. So she went to the princess and told her of the bridegroom who had come to claim her hand. Just then the golden butterfly flew back and whispered in the princess's ear, "The real bridegroom has not yet come, princess. The one who is now under your roof is a wicked man. His name is Nasiman, and he is the son of your old nurse, Sarinah. Do not many him. . . . Wait till the true bridegroom comes!"
When the golden butterfly had flown away, the princess said, "I will wait, nurse, till the true bridegroom comes/'
"This is the true bridegroom/' the nurse insisted. She clasped her hands and begged, "Oh, princess, dear princess, marry him at once, for if you do not, we shall both die!”
The princess did not want to die. So finally she said to her nurse, "Tell the bridegroom who has come that I must have seven days to think it over. Tell him to wait on the bank of the river and I will send him my answer there/'
Nasiman found this idea good, and agreed. He took a big basket, filled it with food to last him seven days, and had it carried to a spot on the bank of the river.
On that same day the monarch of the rains called to him a white crow, one of his best and biggest messenger-birds, and gave her a little chest full of costly ornaments and a letter.
"Take these immediately to the Princess Kembang Melati," he ordered, "and make sure that you don't lose anything."
"Don't worry, master," the crow replied. "I myself will take everything to the princess."
The white crow flew off with the little chest bound fast to her back and the letter between 'her claws, and winged her way to the opposite bank of the river. There she saw Nasiman eating the last of a delicious-looking fish. The white crow, who loved fish, flew over swiftly, and cried, "Oh, how good that looks! May I have a little bite?"
"How do you dare ask me that?" Nasiman demanded crossly. "Who are you, and where do you come from, with a letter in your claws and a chest on your back?"
"Well," the crow answered smugly, "I happen to be the messenger of the great magician, the monarch of the rains! And I am to take this letter and this little chest to the Princess Kembang Melati, as my master ordered. What's more, I am to give them to her myself."
"Hmm/' Nasiman said with a false little laugh. "In that case, Til let you eat some of my fish. Put down your letter and take the chest from your back, and fall to!"
The white crow didn't have to be invited twice. She laid the letter and the little chest in the grass, and began to eat greedily of the delicious bit of fish.
Nasiman lost no time. He opened the chest, took out the beautiful golden ornaments and in their place put some "big spiders and some gruesome-looking scorpions. Then he hurried to his mother with the letter. "Mother/ 7 he said, "I can't read, but I imagine that this letter must be full of lovely words. Now I want you to change them, at once, into ugly words. Meanwhile I'll hide these ornaments."
The white crow was so busy eating that she did not notice what was going on. She ate the fish, down to the last scrap. Then she went to get a drink at the spring. The spring murmured to her, "Ah, white crow, why didn't you take the letter and the little chest to the princess as Rajah Banjir said?"
But the white crow didn't hear. She didn't hear the wind, either, sighing to her, "Ah, white crow, something dreadful will happen because of your greediness!"
And something dreadful did happen. When the princess saw the white crow come, bearing the letter and the little chest, she believed that the bird came from her true bridegroom, and in great excitement she decided to read the letter first. As her eyes flew over the words, she could hardly believe what she read: "You are very ugly," the letter said, "and what is in the little chest is foul and old. That goes, too, for your green hair and your blue skin."
She was so angry that she tore the letter into shreds and tossed the little chest, without opening it, through the window. The spiders and the scorpions swarmed over the garden to the great astonishment of the white crow who could not understand how her master could have sent such horrible things to the lovely princess.
But Nasiinan laughed to himself. Now the princess would marry him, he thought
But the princess had no thought of marrying anyone now. She was bitterly grieved by the ugly letter. Weeping, she paced back and forth in her chamber. No one could comfort her, and she cried, "Take away my weaving stool! I will never weave again on my bridal gown!"
Toward evening of that sad day the golden butterfly came back and flew through the open window. He lit on the princess's ear. "Darling princess," he whispered, "why don't you wear the beautiful ornaments that your bridegroom sent you?"
At that the princess hit at him with an angiy hand. The great monarch of the rains thought surely she was only teasing him. He whispered in her ear again: "Beloved little princess, would you like to see your bridegroom tomorrow morning? He will take you to his rainbow-colored palace where the golden rays of the sun are magnified a thousand times into the most wonderful colors, and where you shall see woven cloth so fine, so dazzling, that it is like moonbeams! Come, darling princess, finish weaving your bridal gown, for tomorrow your bridegroom comes!"
The princess grew even angrier. She called her serving women to her and bade them chase the golden butterfly away and never again to let it come inside. When the great magician heard the princess say these words he became so angry that he caused a mighty flood to come over the land that very night. Everything that was not submerged drifted away, torn loose from the land. The palace with Princess Kembang Melati and her nurse and the wicked Nasiman and all the others who lived in it, drifted on the floodwaters.
The palace drifted farther and farther, until it came near the other bank where the palace of the great monarch of the rains stood. The king was in his doorway, watching, but when he saw the princess's palace floating toward him he pretended not to see it. The princess cried piteously for help, but he pretended not to hear.
They were drifting out of sight when the nurse cried out in despair, "It's my fault! I bear the blame! It was I who changed the beautiful words of the letter into ugly ones! And my son, Nasiman, filled the little chest with spiders and scorpions while the white crow was eating the fish 1.
When he heard the nurse's confession, the monarch of the rains understood everything. He leaped down and dragged the princess and all the others out of the drifting palace and brought them into his own. Only her old nurse and the nurse's wicked son were not permitted to enter,
"May great waves engulf you!" he thundered. And at his words mighty waves, as high as the heavens, rose in the water and swallowed up the nurse and her son.
The white crow was punished, too, for her greediness. She was changed into a black bird which could never speak again.
All she could say was, "Kaw . . . kaw . . . kaw . . . kr - kr. . . ." It meant "gold . . . gold/' But though the crow searched, she never could find the gold and jewels with which the little chest had been filled.
When the evildoers were punished, the monarch of the rains caused the flood to subside. In a short time, the whole world was dry once more, and when he had accomplished that he turned to the princess and told her that he was the son of a nobleman and that for days and nights he had yearned for her.
Kembang Melati took pity on him. She knew that he was truly her bridegroom from the way
Rajah Banjir, the monarch of the rains, lived in his rainbow-colored palace on the other bank of the river. He could cause floods to appear at his will, and his tears made brooks and rivers swell. From his windows he could see the little princess weaving her bridal dress, and he could hear her singing a song for luck. But the princess never looked toward his side of the river.
The monarch of the rains kept gazing at her with great sad eyes. Because he was so sad, he wept many tears, and the river swelled and the wind sighed softly through the high trees around the palace. The princess heard the sighing of the wind, and saw the river rising higher and higher. But she did not know that it was her future husband who was weeping and calling to her.
For many days the monarch of the rains yearned for the princess. Finally, to be near her, he changed himself into a golden butterfly and flew back and forth before her window until at last the princess saw him and opened the window so that she could admire his dazzling wings.
Then the golden butterfly lighted on Kembang Melati’s little hand, kissed her finger tips, and flew out of the window.
A few days later the butterfly returned and perched on Kembang Melati’s right ear and whispered to her, "Weave your bridal dress quickly, princess, for soon your bridegroom will come."
The princess heard only the word "bridegroom." She asked, 'Where is my bridegroom?" The butterfly did not answer her, for he had flown out of the window.
But someone else had heard her question. That was Nasiman, the wicked son of the princess's old nurse. He went to his mother at once. "Mother," he said, "I was standing outside the princess's window and I heard her ask, 'Where is my bridegroom?' I want you to go to her and tell her that I am her bridegroom."
'That you can never be, son/' the old woman said, "because you are not of noble birth."
"Nevertheless, I wish to marry the princess," he answered.
"Go to her, Mother, and tell her that her bridegroom has come”
Nasiman was wicked and cruel, and his mother was afraid of him. So she went to the princess and told her of the bridegroom who had come to claim her hand. Just then the golden butterfly flew back and whispered in the princess's ear, "The real bridegroom has not yet come, princess. The one who is now under your roof is a wicked man. His name is Nasiman, and he is the son of your old nurse, Sarinah. Do not many him. . . . Wait till the true bridegroom comes!"
When the golden butterfly had flown away, the princess said, "I will wait, nurse, till the true bridegroom comes/'
"This is the true bridegroom/' the nurse insisted. She clasped her hands and begged, "Oh, princess, dear princess, marry him at once, for if you do not, we shall both die!”
The princess did not want to die. So finally she said to her nurse, "Tell the bridegroom who has come that I must have seven days to think it over. Tell him to wait on the bank of the river and I will send him my answer there/'
Nasiman found this idea good, and agreed. He took a big basket, filled it with food to last him seven days, and had it carried to a spot on the bank of the river.
On that same day the monarch of the rains called to him a white crow, one of his best and biggest messenger-birds, and gave her a little chest full of costly ornaments and a letter.
"Take these immediately to the Princess Kembang Melati," he ordered, "and make sure that you don't lose anything."
"Don't worry, master," the crow replied. "I myself will take everything to the princess."
The white crow flew off with the little chest bound fast to her back and the letter between 'her claws, and winged her way to the opposite bank of the river. There she saw Nasiman eating the last of a delicious-looking fish. The white crow, who loved fish, flew over swiftly, and cried, "Oh, how good that looks! May I have a little bite?"
"How do you dare ask me that?" Nasiman demanded crossly. "Who are you, and where do you come from, with a letter in your claws and a chest on your back?"
"Well," the crow answered smugly, "I happen to be the messenger of the great magician, the monarch of the rains! And I am to take this letter and this little chest to the Princess Kembang Melati, as my master ordered. What's more, I am to give them to her myself."
"Hmm/' Nasiman said with a false little laugh. "In that case, Til let you eat some of my fish. Put down your letter and take the chest from your back, and fall to!"
The white crow didn't have to be invited twice. She laid the letter and the little chest in the grass, and began to eat greedily of the delicious bit of fish.
Nasiman lost no time. He opened the chest, took out the beautiful golden ornaments and in their place put some "big spiders and some gruesome-looking scorpions. Then he hurried to his mother with the letter. "Mother/ 7 he said, "I can't read, but I imagine that this letter must be full of lovely words. Now I want you to change them, at once, into ugly words. Meanwhile I'll hide these ornaments."
The white crow was so busy eating that she did not notice what was going on. She ate the fish, down to the last scrap. Then she went to get a drink at the spring. The spring murmured to her, "Ah, white crow, why didn't you take the letter and the little chest to the princess as Rajah Banjir said?"
But the white crow didn't hear. She didn't hear the wind, either, sighing to her, "Ah, white crow, something dreadful will happen because of your greediness!"
And something dreadful did happen. When the princess saw the white crow come, bearing the letter and the little chest, she believed that the bird came from her true bridegroom, and in great excitement she decided to read the letter first. As her eyes flew over the words, she could hardly believe what she read: "You are very ugly," the letter said, "and what is in the little chest is foul and old. That goes, too, for your green hair and your blue skin."
She was so angry that she tore the letter into shreds and tossed the little chest, without opening it, through the window. The spiders and the scorpions swarmed over the garden to the great astonishment of the white crow who could not understand how her master could have sent such horrible things to the lovely princess.
But Nasiinan laughed to himself. Now the princess would marry him, he thought
But the princess had no thought of marrying anyone now. She was bitterly grieved by the ugly letter. Weeping, she paced back and forth in her chamber. No one could comfort her, and she cried, "Take away my weaving stool! I will never weave again on my bridal gown!"
Toward evening of that sad day the golden butterfly came back and flew through the open window. He lit on the princess's ear. "Darling princess," he whispered, "why don't you wear the beautiful ornaments that your bridegroom sent you?"
At that the princess hit at him with an angiy hand. The great monarch of the rains thought surely she was only teasing him. He whispered in her ear again: "Beloved little princess, would you like to see your bridegroom tomorrow morning? He will take you to his rainbow-colored palace where the golden rays of the sun are magnified a thousand times into the most wonderful colors, and where you shall see woven cloth so fine, so dazzling, that it is like moonbeams! Come, darling princess, finish weaving your bridal gown, for tomorrow your bridegroom comes!"
The princess grew even angrier. She called her serving women to her and bade them chase the golden butterfly away and never again to let it come inside. When the great magician heard the princess say these words he became so angry that he caused a mighty flood to come over the land that very night. Everything that was not submerged drifted away, torn loose from the land. The palace with Princess Kembang Melati and her nurse and the wicked Nasiman and all the others who lived in it, drifted on the floodwaters.
The palace drifted farther and farther, until it came near the other bank where the palace of the great monarch of the rains stood. The king was in his doorway, watching, but when he saw the princess's palace floating toward him he pretended not to see it. The princess cried piteously for help, but he pretended not to hear.
They were drifting out of sight when the nurse cried out in despair, "It's my fault! I bear the blame! It was I who changed the beautiful words of the letter into ugly ones! And my son, Nasiman, filled the little chest with spiders and scorpions while the white crow was eating the fish 1.
When he heard the nurse's confession, the monarch of the rains understood everything. He leaped down and dragged the princess and all the others out of the drifting palace and brought them into his own. Only her old nurse and the nurse's wicked son were not permitted to enter,
"May great waves engulf you!" he thundered. And at his words mighty waves, as high as the heavens, rose in the water and swallowed up the nurse and her son.
The white crow was punished, too, for her greediness. She was changed into a black bird which could never speak again.
All she could say was, "Kaw . . . kaw . . . kaw . . . kr - kr. . . ." It meant "gold . . . gold/' But though the crow searched, she never could find the gold and jewels with which the little chest had been filled.
When the evildoers were punished, the monarch of the rains caused the flood to subside. In a short time, the whole world was dry once more, and when he had accomplished that he turned to the princess and told her that he was the son of a nobleman and that for days and nights he had yearned for her.
Kembang Melati took pity on him. She knew that he was truly her bridegroom from the way
he spoke to her. So she married him and lived the
rest of her happy life with him in the rainbow-colored palace on the bank of
the river.
1.
Introduction
I choose the short story because the short story is
very interesting and this story the author from the Indonesia. And this legend
short story from central java. I took the story in order to know about the
legend of Indonesia, especially East Java there are many legends in Indonesia.
and this story can be for small children tell stories and become their
imagination. Although
the short story has often been called America’s unique contribution to the
world’s literature, relatively few critics have taken the form seriously. May’s
collection of essays by popular commentators, academic critics, and short story
writers attempts to assess the reasons for this neglect and provides
significant theoretical directions for a reevaluation of the form.
2.
Theory
of frameworks
ΓΌ
Works
of arts
The Iceberg Theory (also known as the "theory of
omission") is the writing style
of American writer Ernest Hemingway.
Hemingway began his writing career as a reporter. Journalistic writing,
particularly for newspapers, focuses only on events being reported, omitting
superfluous and extraneous matter. When he became a writer of short stories, he
retained this minimalistic style, focusing on surface elements without
explicitly discussing the underlying themes. Hemingway believed the true
meaning of a piece of writing should not be evident from the surface story,
rather, the crux of the story lies below the surface and should be allowed to
shine through. Critics such as Jackson Benson claim that his iceberg theory, in
combination with his distinctive clarity of writing, functioned as a means to
distance himself from the characters he created.
ΓΌ
Theory
of short story
Proposals of Charles E.
May: If the novel creates the illusion of reality by presenting a
literal authenticity to the material facts of the external world, as Ian Watt
suggests, the short story attempts to be authentic to the immaterial reality of
the inner world of the self in its relation to eternal rather than temporal
reality. If the novel's quest for extensional reality takes place in the social
world and the material of its analyses are manners as the indication of one's
soul, as Lionel Trilling says, the field of research for the short story is the
primitive, antisocial world of the unconscious, and the material of its
analysis are not manners, but dreams. The results of this distinction are that
whereas the novel is primarily a social and public form, the short story is
mythic and spiritual. While the novel is primarily structured on a conceptual
and philosophical framework, the short story is intuitive and lyrical. The
novel exists to reaffirm the world of 'everyday' reality; the short story
exists to 'defamiliarize' the everyday. Storytelling does not spring from one's
confrontation with the everyday world, but rather from one's encounter with the
sacred (in which true reality is revealed in all its plenitude) or with the
absurd (in which true reality is revealed in all its vacuity). (Charles E. May,
"The Nature of Knowledge in Short Fiction." Studies in Short Fiction, 21
(1984): 327-338. pp. 328-9)
ΓΌ
Intrinsic element
·
Theme: Journey love kembang melati with rajah banjir towards marriage
·
Plot:
Forward
o
Introduction
KEMBANG MELATI, a beautiful young princess, lived with her old nurse and
many serving-women in a palace on the bank of a great river.
Rajah Banjir, the monarch of the rains, lived in his rainbow-colored
palace on the other bank of the river. He could cause floods to appear at his
will, and his tears made brooks and rivers swell. From his windows he could see
the little princess weaving her bridal dress, and he could hear her singing a
song for luck. But the princess never looked toward his side of the river.
The monarch of the rains kept gazing at her with great sad eyes. Because
he was so sad, he wept many tears, and the river swelled and the wind sighed
softly through the high trees around the palace. The princess heard the sighing
of the wind, and saw the river rising higher and higher. But she did not know
that it was her future husband who was weeping and calling to her.
o
Conflict
Nasiman was wicked and cruel, and his mother was afraid of him. So she
went to the princess and told her of the bridegroom who had come to claim her
hand. Just then the golden butterfly flew back and whispered in the princess's
ear, "The real bridegroom has not yet come, princess. The one who is now
under your roof is a wicked man. His name is Nasiman, and he is the son of your
old nurse, Sarinah. Do not many him. . . . Wait till the true bridegroom
comes!"
When the golden butterfly had flown away, the princess said, "I
will wait, nurse, till the true bridegroom comes/'
"This is the true bridegroom/' the nurse insisted. She clasped her
hands and begged, "Oh, princess, dear princess, marry him at once, for if
you do not, we shall both die!”
The princess did not want to die. So finally she said to her nurse,
"Tell the bridegroom who has come that I must have seven days to think it
over. Tell him to wait on the bank of the river and I will send him my answer
there/'
Nasiman found this idea good, and agreed. He took a big basket, filled
it with food to last him seven days, and had it carried to a spot on the bank
of the river.
On that same day the monarch of the rains called to him a white crow,
one of his best and biggest messenger-birds, and gave her a little chest full
of costly ornaments and a letter.
"Take these immediately to the Princess Kembang Melati," he
ordered, "and make sure that you don't lose anything."
"Don't worry, master," the crow replied. "I myself will
take everything to the princess."
The white crow flew off with the little chest bound fast to her back and
the letter between 'her claws, and winged her way to the opposite bank of the
river. There she saw Nasiman eating the last of a delicious-looking fish. The
white crow, who loved fish, flew over swiftly, and cried, "Oh, how good
that looks! May I have a little bite?"
"How do you dare ask me that?" Nasiman demanded crossly.
"Who are you, and where do you come from, with a letter in your claws and
a chest on your back?"
"Well," the crow answered smugly, "I happen to be the
messenger of the great magician, the monarch of the rains! And I am to take
this letter and this little chest to the Princess Kembang Melati, as my master
ordered. What's more, I am to give them to her myself."
"Hmm/' Nasiman said with a false little laugh. "In that case,
Til let you eat some of my fish. Put down your letter and take the chest from
your back, and fall to!"
The white crow didn't have to be invited twice. She laid the letter and
the little chest in the grass, and began to eat greedily of the delicious bit
of fish.
Nasiman lost no time. He opened the chest, took out the beautiful golden
ornaments and in their place put some "big spiders and some
gruesome-looking scorpions. Then he hurried to his mother with the letter.
"Mother/ 7 he said, "I can't read, but I imagine that this letter
must be full of lovely words. Now I want you to change them, at once, into ugly
words. Meanwhile I'll hide these ornaments."
o
Climax
The white crow was so busy eating that she did not notice what was going
on. She ate the fish, down to the last scrap. Then she went to get a drink at
the spring. The spring murmured to her, "Ah, white crow, why didn't you
take the letter and the little chest to the princess as Rajah Banjir said?"
But the white crow didn't hear. She didn't hear the wind, either,
sighing to her, "Ah, white crow, something dreadful will happen because of
your greediness!"
And something dreadful did happen. When the princess saw the white crow
come, bearing the letter and the little chest, she believed that the bird came
from her true bridegroom, and in great excitement she decided to read the
letter first. As her eyes flew over the words, she could hardly believe what
she read: "You are very ugly," the letter said, "and what is in
the little chest is foul and old. That goes, too, for your green hair and your
blue skin."
She was so angry that she tore the letter into shreds and tossed the
little chest, without opening it, through the window. The spiders and the
scorpions swarmed over the garden to the great astonishment of the white crow
who could not understand how her master could have sent such horrible things to
the lovely princess.
But Nasiinan laughed to himself. Now the princess would marry him, he thought
But the princess had no thought of marrying anyone now. She was bitterly
grieved by the ugly letter. Weeping, she paced back and forth in her chamber.
No one could comfort her, and she cried, "Take away my weaving stool! I
will never weave again on my bridal gown!"
Toward evening of that sad day the golden butterfly came back and flew
through the open window. He lit on the princess's ear. "Darling
princess," he whispered, "why don't you wear the beautiful ornaments
that your bridegroom sent you?"
At that the princess hit at him with an angiy hand. The great monarch of
the rains thought surely she was only teasing him. He whispered in her ear
again: "Beloved little princess, would you like to see your bridegroom
tomorrow morning? He will take you to his rainbow-colored palace where the
golden rays of the sun are magnified a thousand times into the most wonderful
colors, and where you shall see woven cloth so fine, so dazzling, that it is
like moonbeams! Come, darling princess, finish weaving your bridal gown, for tomorrow
your bridegroom comes!"
The princess grew even angrier. She called her serving women to her and
bade them chase the golden butterfly away and never again to let it come
inside. When the great magician heard the princess say these words he became so
angry that he caused a mighty flood to come over the land that very night.
Everything that was not submerged drifted away, torn loose from the land. The
palace with Princess Kembang Melati and her nurse and the wicked Nasiman and
all the others who lived in it, drifted on the floodwaters.
o
Phase
Separation
The palace drifted farther and
farther, until it came near the other bank where the palace of the great
monarch of the rains stood. The king was in his doorway, watching, but when he
saw the princess's palace floating toward him he pretended not to see it. The
princess cried piteously for help, but he pretended not to hear.
They were drifting out of sight when the nurse cried out in despair,
"It's my fault! I bear the blame! It was I who changed the beautiful words
of the letter into ugly ones! And my son, Nasiman, filled the little chest with
spiders and scorpions while the white crow was eating the fish 1.
When he heard the nurse's confession, the monarch of the rains
understood everything. He leaped down and dragged the princess and all the
others out of the drifting palace and brought them into his own. Only her old
nurse and the nurse's wicked son were not permitted to enter,
"May great waves engulf you!" he thundered. And at his words
mighty waves, as high as the heavens, rose in the water and swallowed up the
nurse and her son.
The white crow was punished, too, for her greediness. She was changed
into a black bird which could never speak again.
All she could say was, "Kaw . . . kaw . . . kaw . . . kr - kr. . .
." It meant "gold . . . gold/' But though the crow searched, she
never could find the gold and jewels with which the little chest had been
filled.
o
Completion
When the evildoers were punished, the monarch of the rains caused the
flood to subside. In a short time, the whole world was dry once more, and when
he had accomplished that he turned to the princess and told her that he was the
son of a nobleman and that for days and nights he had yearned for her.
Kembang Melati took pity on him. She knew that he was truly her
bridegroom from the way
he spoke to her. So she married him and lived the rest of her happy life
with him in the rainbow-colored palace on the bank of the river.
·
Setting
o
Time:
Morning, afternoon, evening
o
Place:
castle of Rajah banjir, house of Nasiman, bridegroom, river
o
Life
style: empire and society
·
Character:
o
Rajah
banjir: he does not show his appearance to his future
wife(protagonist)
o
Butter:
incarnation of Rajah banjir(protagonist)
o
Kembang
melati: she is wife of rajah melati(protagonist)
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Nasiman: bad people who hinder marriage
kembang melati with rajah banjir(antagonist)
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Mother
of nasiman: nurses who care for elderly of kembang melati(figure)
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Gagak
bird: greedy (figure)
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Point
of view: three person
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Message:
Do not be tempted to keep the sanctity of love with someone else
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Language:
Informal
3.
Discussion
and analysis
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Extrinsic
elements
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The
background:
o
social
conditions: in the short story social conditions is not good, because the short
story is jealous of the beauty of one's love and trying to block.
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Background
of author:
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Psychological
conditions: the author written the short story sad and angry emotional to
someone, because the love is broken
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flow
Literature: the author tell short story used by flow literature
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Value-value
in the story
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Moral
Values: in the short story there is moral values, because in the short story
there is scenes that tell the ugly and good character
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Summary
KEMBANG MELATI,
a beautiful young princess, lived with her old nurse and many serving-women in
a palace on the bank of a great river. When story opens For many days the
monarch of the rains yearned for the princess. Finally, to be near her, he
changed himself into a golden butterfly and flew back and forth before her
window until at last the princess saw him and opened the window so that she
could admire his dazzling wings.Rajah Banjir, the monarch of the rains, lived
in his rainbow-colored palace on the other bank of the river. He could cause
floods to appear at his will, and his tears made brooks and rivers swell. From
his windows he could see the little princess weaving her bridal dress, and he
could hear her singing a song for luck. But the princess never looked toward
his side of the river. The monarch of the rains kept gazing at her with great
sad eyes. Because he was so sad, he wept many tears, and the river swelled and
the wind sighed softly through the high trees around the palace. The princess
heard the sighing of the wind, and saw the river rising higher and higher. But
she did not know that it was her future husband who was weeping and calling to
her. Then the golden butterfly lighted on Kembang Melati’s little hand, kissed
her finger tips, and flew out of the window. A few days later the butterfly
returned and perched on Kembang Melati’s right ear and whispered to her,
"Weave your bridal dress quickly, princess, for soon your bridegroom will
come. That you can never be, son/' the old woman said, "because you are
not of noble birth." "Nevertheless, I wish to marry the
princess," he answered."Go to her, Mother, and tell her that her
bridegroom has come”. Nasiman found this idea good, and agreed. He took a big
basket, filled it with food to last him seven days, and had it carried to a
spot on the bank of the river. On that same day the monarch of the rains called
to him a white crow, one of his best and biggest messenger-birds, and gave her
a little chest full of costly ornaments and a letter. "Take these
immediately to the Princess Kembang Melati," he ordered, "and make
sure that you don't lose anything." "Don't worry, master," the
crow replied. "I myself will take everything to the princess." The
white crow flew off with the little chest bound fast to her back and the letter
between 'her claws, and winged her way to the opposite bank of the river. There
she saw Nasiman eating the last of a delicious-looking fish. The white crow,
who loved fish, flew over swiftly, and cried, "Oh, how good that looks!
May I have a little bite?". The white crow was so busy eating that she did
not notice what was going on. She ate the fish, down to the last scrap. Then
she went to get a drink at the spring. The spring murmured to her, "Ah,
white crow, why didn't you take the letter and the little chest to the princess
as Rajah Banjir said?" But the white crow didn't hear. She didn't hear the
wind, either, sighing to her, "Ah, white crow, something dreadful will
happen because of your greediness!"
4.
Conclusion:
we don’t damaging the relationship and the relationship should not be a barrier. Nasiman and white crow die from drowning
by flood waters caused flooding king's anger. And finally the king of floods
and daughter live happily jasmine flowers in rainbow-colored palace on the
banks of the river.
5.
Reference:
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http://www.ohioswallow.com/book/Short+Story+Theories
