One upon a time, lived a poor old woman in a small village. She lived with her daughter.

Her daughter was very beautiful but also very lazy and arrogant. She never helped her mother
and didn’t want to know what problem her mother had. Everyday, she put make up and wears
her best clothes. She always wanted to look rich and beautiful.

One day, the mother and her daughter went to the market to buy some food. At first, the
daughter refused to accompany her mother, but finally she agreed. “I’ll go with you, but you
must walk behind me,” said the daughter. She didn't want to walk side by side with her mother.
Although her mother was very sad, she agreed to walk behind her daughter.

On the way to the market, everybody admired the girl's beauty. But they were also
curious. Behind the beautiful girl, there was an old woman with a simple dress. The girl and her
mother looked very different.

Suddenl y a handsome guy come close to their.

Handsome guy : you’re so beautiful. What am I supposed to call you?
Jelita : Jelita. Just call me Jelita.
Handsome guy : Hm~ wait, I see that the lady behind you is coming along
with you. Is she your mother?
Jelita : No, she isn’t. she is m y servant.
Handsome guy : Not your mother?
Jelita : Of course! Look at her, we look so different. Come on,
guys! | She answered and push her mother until her mother fall.

At last, the mother cannot hold the pain anymore. She prayed to God to punish her
daughter.

Dasah : Jelita, you’ve been too far. You’ve so rebellious how you could keep
telling those people that I’m not your mother, Jelita. The one who have taken
care of and raised you since you were a baby. You’ve hurt me, so deep that I
can’t stand on it any longer. Whoever and whatever I’m, you must honor me as
your own mother!
Suddenly, the girl's leg turns into stone. Slowly, the process continues to the upper part of the
girl's body. The girl was in panic. "Mother, please forgive me! Mother!" she cried and asked her
mother to forgive her. But it's already too late. Her whole body finally becomes a big stone. Until
now, people can still see tears falling down from the stone. T ha t ’s wh y th e s to n e i s c a ll e d
B at u Me na n gi s or “t he cr yi n g s to n e” .