Long time ago, at the north area of West Kalimantan,
lived a wealthy merchant. He had two sons. The older one is named
Muzakir and the younger one is named Dermawan. The two brothers were so
different in their attitudes. Muzakir had a very mean and greedy
character. On the contradictory, Dermawan was a caring and kind person.
He was not greedy and always tried to help those in needs.
Before he passed away, the
merchant divided all of his money equally to both of his sons. He did it
so that both of his sons will not envious at each other. Muzakir then
bought a big cash-box. He put his entire share inside the cash-box and
locked it. When a poor came to Muzakir’s house, he laughs at them
instead of giving them something. If the poor don’t want to leave,
Muzakir would summon his servants to chase them away.
Many of the poor in that area
had heard about Muzakir’s rude attitude, therefore they preferred to
come to Dermawan. When Dermawan saw those peoples coming, he sincerely
welcome them to his house and shared money with those who needed it. It
was almost every day a poor came for his help that f inally he ran out
of money. Dermawan then moved to a smaller house. He also worked as a
foreman. His salary was not much, only enough to buy his own daily
meals. But Dermawan was happy with his simple life.
His elder brother laughed when
he heard the news about Dermawan. He always thought that Dermawan was a
fool to share his money with other people. He himself has just bought a
large new house. “There is no one who as stupid as my younger brother,”
he said.
One day, when Dermawan was
sitting and relaxing in his house yard, a sparrow suddenly fell off in
front of him. The sparrow twittered in pain. “Poor bird, did you broke
your wing?” He took the bird and examines its wings. He’s right. One of
the sparrow’s wings is broken. “Let me take care of you,” he said.
Dermawan bandaged the sparrow’s wing and then he took some rice to feed
the poor bird. After some time, the bird gradually tamed and was no
longer afraid to Dermawan. Few days later, its wings were completely
healed. After a while, it flew to the sky. The following day, the
sparrow came to visit Dermawan. It held a seed with its beak, and then
it put the seed in front of Dermawan. It was an ordinary seed, but
Dermawan accepted it with a big smile on his face. He then planted the
seed in the back yard of his house.
Three days later, the seed
started to grow. It was a watermelon tree. Dermawan took good care of
the tree. He thought the tree would bear many fruits since it was so
blossomy. But, from all the flowers, only one turned to fruit. Day by
day, the fruit grows bigger, bigger than any watermelon Dermawan ever
see. Harvesting time finally came and he decided to take the watermelon.
“Oh my God, it is so heavy”, he uttered while trying hardly to carry it
into the house to put on the table. He took a knife and started to cut
the watermelon. Dermawan was shocked. Inside the watermelon is some kind
of yellow sand. “What could this be?” Dermawan wondered. Then he
realized that the strange yellow sand was actually a pile of pure golden
sand. “Holy God, it’s gold. I’m rich,” he danced happily. He heard bird
twittered and he looked outside. He saw the sparrow on a tree. “Thank
you”, he shouted. “Thank you”, he shouted again, and then the sparrow
flew away.
Dermawan then bought a big house
with a very big garden the next day. All of the poor came to his house
and were welcomed for meals. This time, Dermawan would not run out of
money. He had so much money, and his fields produced plants with good
fruits as well.
The news about Dermawan’s
fortune was heard by Muzakir and made him envy. He went to Dermawan
house, and Dermawan honestly told his brother about the sparrow. Muzakir
immediately commanded his servants to find a bird with broken wings as
he heard the story from his brother. A week passed, but Muzakir’s
servants still couldn’t find such bird. He was so angry and even
couldn‘t sleep during the nights. The next day, he asked one of his
servants to catch a bird using chopsticks. Of course, the chopsticks
hurt the bird and broke its wings. Muzakir then pretended to pity the
bird and took care of it. Days passed and the bird was completely healed
and let to fly. The following day, the bird came back to Muzakir and
brought a seed for him. He was very happy. ”I will be very rich soon,
even richer than Dermawan,” he said to himself.
Muzakir planted the seed at the
back yard of his house and it grew to a fine watermelon tree after
several days. It also bore only one fruit, which was much bigger than
that once owned by Dermawan. As the harvesting time approached, Muzakir
asked his servants to take the fruit into his house. He couldn‘t wait to
find a pile of golden sand inside. He cut the watermelon himself and
was very shocked when black mud mixed with dirt flushed out to his face.
It smelled very bad. Muzakir‘s clothes and also the room were terribly
dirty because of it. He ran to the street because he couldn‘t stand the
rotten smell from the watermelon. All the people on the street laughed
at him for what they saw.***