English Version
Retold by Tsuraya Yahya
Once upon a time, lived a happy family, a
mother, a father and a daughter named Bawang Putih. The father was an ordinary
merchant. Bawang Putih was a beautiful girl. She was also pleasant and
big-hearted. She always loved to help her parents at home.
Sadly, one day the mother fell very ill and she
died. Bawang Putih and her father were grieving over the loss of their beloved
mother and wife.
In the same village, there also lived a widow
and her daughter, Bawang Merah. Upon Bawang Putih’s grief, the widow often
stopped by just to talk with Bawang Putih and to give her company. She often
brought some foods for Bawang Putih and her father. She also sometimes helped
Bawang Putih cleaning up her house. The widow and her daughter were very kind
to the grieving father and daughter. Seeing
her tenderness toward her daughter, the father asked for Bawang Putih’s
blessing to marry the widow. Finally, the father married the widow.
At the beginning, the widow, now stepmother, was
very kind to Bawang Putih. She treated her so kindly. Time had passed. The
stepmother and step sister began to show their true self. They were very mean
to Bawang Putih. Her stepmother always scolded her. She had to do all the
chores. It would even worse when the father was away from home to do the trading
while Bawang Merah and her mother never did anything at home. They were bone idle.
However, she never told his father the way her stepmother and stepsister
treated her.
One day, another misfortune hit Bawang Putih.
Her father was sick and he passed away. Her stepmother and stepsister
treated her even worse after her father died. Bawang Putih had to do all the
hard work like cooking, cleaning the house, washing the clothes, and many more.
She hardly took a rest.
One morning, Bawang Putih walked down the path
to the river. She washed all the clothes there like she always did almost
everyday. While she was washing the clothes, she was unnoticed that one dress
was carried away by the stream. When she was realized, the dress had been far
carried. Even worse, it was her stepmother’s favorite dress. She walked along
the river to search forthe dress. Still, she couldn’t find it.
Fearfully, she went back home and faced her
stepmother. She told her that one of the clothes was carried away in the river.
Her stepmother was furious.
“How dare you
lose my best dress! Do you know how much it costs?” the stepmother yelled.
“Go back to the river
and find my dress! Don’t ever come back without it!” the stepmother commanded.