Title : Short Moral Story On True Friendship

Name : Vania Putri Rahmanto
NPM : 21209541
Class : 3EB13


Short Moral Story On True Friendship

Once upon a time, a lonely hawk lived on a tree by a riverside. He was young and handsome. Yet, he had no friends. One day, he saw a beautiful she-hawk sitting on a tree. He wanted to marry her. But, the she-hawk refused to marry him, as he had no friends. “Will you marry me if I make three friends?” he asked her. She said that she would definitely marry him if he made three friends.

The hawk then went looking for friends. While flying, he saw a tortoise. He lived on the other bank of the river. The hawk flew down to him and said, “Dear tortoise, will you be my friend and help me in my hour of need”. The tortoise agreed to become his friend and said, “Call me whenever you need me and I shall come to your side”.

The hawk also promised him his help at any time and then flew in search of the second friend. Soon, he came upon an osprey. The hawk went to it and asked her if she would be his friend and help him in time of his need. The osprey very gladly accepted his friendship and offered her help whenever he needed it. The hawk was glad that he had made two friends.

Now, he went in search of a third friend. He flew over the jungle and saw a tiger. Fearless as he was, he went near the tiger and requested him to be his friend. The tiger readily accepted his friendship. The tiger said, “From now onwards, I am your friend. Nobody will harm you. If anyone tries to harm you, call me and I will be there to help you”.

The hawk was very happy. He thanked the tiger and flew back to the she-hawk., “I have made three friends- a tortoise, an osprey and a tiger. Will you marry me now?” the she hawk agreed to marry him. Soon, their marriage took place. The three friends attended the hawk’s marriage.

After some-months, she-hawk gave birth to two baby hawks. The parent hawks were very happy to have cute little babies. They lived happily in their nest.

One day, two hunters came and sat under that tree. They were tired and hungry. They had not been able to hunt any animal. They decided to catch some fish. But, they couldn’t catch even a single fish.

It was getting dark and the hunters decided to spend the night under that tree. To keep themselves warm, they lit a fire. The fire soared high. The hawk- babies on the tree could not bear the heat and smoke coming out of the fire. They started crying. The Hunters heard their cries. One of them said,” There are birds on this tree. Let us catch them. We shall roast them on the fire and eat them”. The other one agreed.

The hawks heard them and were really worried about the safety of their babies. The she-hawk suggested that they seek help from their friends. The hawk went the Osprey and told her his problem. The Osprey said, “Go home and protect your babies. In the meantime, I shall tackle with the hunters”. The osprey divided into the river and then flew over the fire. The water from her wet feathers fell on the fire. She repeatedly dived into the river and flew over the fire. The water from her feathers put off the fire.

The hunters decided to light the fire again before getting the hawk babies. They started collecting the leaves and the twigs. However, as soon as they lit the fire again, the osprey put it off by diving into the river and letting the water from her feathers fall into the fire.

In the meantime, the hawk went to get help from the tortoise. When the tortoise heard about the hawk’s problem, he said to him, “Do not worry dear friend, I will be there in no time and tackle the hunters in my own way. In the meantime, go and protect your family”.

The hawk flew to the tree and the tortoise reached the tree. He went quite close to where the hunters were sitting and trying to light the fire again. The hunters saw the tortoise and one of them said, “Look there is a huge tortoise. Let’s forget about the hawks and catch this tortoise”.

The other hunter agreed and said, “Let’s tear our shirts and make a rope. We shall tie its one end to the tortoise and other to our waists. Then we will pull the tortoise with all our strength”. The other hunter liked the idea. Soon, they make a rope out of their shirts. They tied one end of the rope to the tortoise’s legs. Then, trying the other end to their waist, they could not pull the tortoise. The tortoise’s strength was much greater than the two hunters were together. It was tortoise who pulled the two men into the water.

Once, inside the water, it was very easy for the tortoise to drag them. Thus, the two hunters fell into the river. With great efforts, they cut the rope that was tied to their waist and swam back to the bank. They were now feeling very cold. They had lost their shirts. They thought of making a fire again.

Seeing those collecting leaves and twigs, the hawk was worried again. Now he flew to the forest and called his third friend, the tiger. He found the tiger at the edge of the forest. When the tiger heard the hawk’s problem, he immediately walked towards the riverbank.

The hunter had now lighted the fire and one of them was preparing to climb the tree to get the hawk babies. Just then, the tiger reached the tree. Seeing the tiger, the hunters ran from there and never came back again.

The hawk thanked all his three friends for their kind and timely help. He also realized that it is very important to have at least a few friends. The female-hawk had been very wise in advising the hawk to make friends before marrying him.

Source :  http://www.preservearticles.com/201102214228/short-moral-story-on-true-friendship.html

Conclusion :

This story tells of a male eagle who wants to marry a female eagle. But the female eagle is required for male eagle to make friends before marrying, and then an male eagle friends with the turtles, osprey, and tigers. Until one day an eagle females give birth to a child. And at one time there was a hunter came to the forest to capture the eagle and make it a meal. To avoid hunting it, the eagles have recourse to the turtle, osprey and the tiger to save it, eventually the eagle saved. And proved that it is important to have friends. So, in this life is very important to have friends that when we are in trouble or distress any override that will help us and us alone, so we quickly finished the problem. It costs nothing to have many friends, even actually beneficial for us. So build friendships as much as possible. Humans are social creatures, need help from others and can not work alone.

Title : The Wish (Story)

Name : Vania Putri Rahmanto
NPM : 21209541
Class : 3EB13

The Wish

It was a pleasant evening. Me and my parents were sitting at the balcony enjoying each other’s company. When suddenly we heard banging at the door. My parents told me to stay there, while they go and check who it is. I thought it would be some guests and that they would have bought presents for me. I was wrong, utterly wrong. I heard shots being fired downstairs and stood on the balcony in complete silence. The shots were fired for some seconds and I heard my mom screaming for help, screaming to me to hide. But I was too shocked to move. I heard people coming upstairs and I gathered courage to move and I sneaked under a bed. I only saw their shadows and heard their angry voices. They left the house, but I did not want to move from there, I was scared to see my parents dead. I somehow went downstairs and saw the sofa, it was blood stained. I took a deep breath and went towards the kitchen. I was thunder struck. My dad was lying there dead, with a knife in his stomach. My mom was lying next to him. I guess she was shot, shot at the head. I did not know what to do, where to go. Days passed, and the bodies of my parents started to rot. When our neighbors were back from their vacations, they checked on the house, and saw me and my parents. They called the police and sent me to my grandmother’s. I was broken. it was like my life source had been destroyed. After some days grandmother (Sasha), said that they were thugs. They had the intention of robbing our house. And were caught. I grew up to be a fireman at the Manhattan fire department. I had a girlfriend, Samantha. I trusted only three people in the whole wide world. My grandmother, my girlfriend and me. One day when I was at the ice cream parlor, I got a phone call. My jaw dropped. My grandmother had an accident and was at the Manhattan city hospital. I rushed to the hospital and saw my grandmother laying in a bed, with a big bruise on her forehead. I sat beside her and gently kissed her cheeks. She looked towards me with tears in her eyes and said, -‘it’s time my son. I have to go. Take care of yourself.’ A teardrop ran across my cheek. She said to me that she had this wish of opening a place for orphans. A safe place so they can live in peace. But she did not have the financial support to do that. I promised her that I would make her wish come true. And I would name it – ‘Sasha orphanage.’ She was pleased and closed her eyes. I knew she was gone, gone to heaven. I packed up and made a run towards my house. As soon as I reached to my house I opened the laptop and stared at the blank screen thinking of how to build such an orphanage and how to get the financial support. I took a loan of about 20000 dollars and then gathered the contractors, bought a piece of land and started building the orphanage, Sasha’s orphanage. I gave my girlfriend the work of making a symbol for this orphanage. In a matter of months, our orphanage was ready. I was so happy to see it. But I had to repay the loan which I took. For that I asked the help of NGO’s. They agreed to help me and my burden was somewhat reduced. Now I needed to make Sasha’s orphanage popular. That was no big deal, with the help of internet and a few geek friends. They all made advertisements and published them on various sites. My friend designed a site for the orphanage. Samantha was ready with the symbol. And In a matter of weeks we started getting hundreds of mails. We were astonished by how fast the orphanage had gained popularity. We were happy and we made a small box for donations and we would get at least 100-200 dollars per week. My geek friend advised me to have the same donations system online and guess what? we used to get about 1000 dollars per week. From all the money I got I upgraded my orphanage. I had trees planted all over the boundary. I made this huge fountain at the entrance. A pool in the backyard and a playing ground for all the kids. I bought new beds much softer for the kids. Soon we were full, but the mails did not stop coming in. We made a big decision. We calculated and came to a decision that if we started a new orphanage we would be in debt of about ten thousand dollars! But with the amount of donations we got online we would easily come out of it in a matter of weeks. This was my biggest mistake. We started making our new orphanage and we were able to build it in a matter of months. The orphanage was a hit. But to our shock hardly anyone paid for the donations. The donations we got on the other orphanage were also decreasing. We were trying to recover form the big shock we got when suddenly I got a phone call and the NGOs said that they were no longer able to finance us. We searched and searched for any other Ngo party and at last we got a small one. But they could only finance us 1000 dollars a month. Which was quite low for running two orphanages. Soon, even they withdrew. We were not able to repay the loan. And we already had the second orphanage full. The bank took our land as we were not able to repay them the loan and the kids were left all homeless. We contacted their previous guardians. Some took back their kids, others ignored. We had 120 left with us. We took them back to our first orphanage. We did not have money to pay the electricity bills, nor were we able to supply them water. I was shattered. My geek friend came up with an idea. He said we needed to reach the heart of other people. I knew what he meant. We clicked the pics of all the orphans, how they used to live, when we got a huge amount of donations and how they lived now. We posted it online on our site and we got a hike in our donations. But that was not enough. We started posting the same stuff on various sites expecting everybody to donate. And to our astonishment, we did get a hike. A HUGE one. We were now getting 3500 dollars a week. We bought our land back and made the orphanage again. I designed it same as the first one (With the pool the playground and all.). We had enough money to start 3 more orphanages. But we invested money in shares and thanks to our geek friends we had a huge profit. We decided to make a large orphanage at the centre of Manhattan and by huge we meant really huge. We were successful and we built the biggest orphanage in the whole world. Then news spread out quickly and Sasha’s orphanage was a huge hit. After few years we started building more orphanages around the world. In Europe, India, Pakistan and many more. I was happy that I fulfilled my grandmother’s wish. Sasha’s Orphanage now was a worldwide phenomenon….

Source :  http://www.storystar.com/php/read_story.php?story_id=4206


Conclusion : 

This story tells of a boy who left to die by his parents, because her parents were killed by a group of thugs who wanted to rob his house. since her parents died the boy lived with his grandmother, until one day her grandmother fell down the stairs and later died as well, but there is a message from his grandmother that he wanted to create an orphanage, the boy finally rack my brain about how to realize the dream she had though already dead. The boy was looking for a loan here and there to build an orphanage until there is a booming debt and the debt charged, but he could not pay the debt and end up in foreclosure orphanage. The boy never gave up, then he put an ad to solicit donations for the construction of the orphanage through online media and eventually up to now collected sizable donations every week. So a message that must be run and realized. During our good intentions must always be the way of convenience. Do not be easily discouraged by failure, because failure is the beginning of success.

Title : Can I See My Baby (Story)

Name : Vania Putri Rahmanto
NPM : 21209541
Class : 3EB13

Can I See My Baby

"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window.

The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician..."Could nothing be done?" "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured" the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.

Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father. The
operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.

Later he married and led the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her." "I do not believe you could, "said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet." The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they"?

REMEMBER...

Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known. Love sometimes no need to say much.

Read the following, it's meaningful If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the lost for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family, an unwise investment indeed.

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER,
(I) (L)OVE (Y) OU 

Source :  http://www.yourlifehappiness.com/family_caniseemybaby.html

Conclusion :

Real love and real life is the sincere love of parents. Parents are always trying to make her become a success at any cost even was willing to sacrifice themselves. Parents will always try to cover up his shortcomings so that their children can not continue to receive the scorn of men. Even the enormous sacrifices we can see in this story is a mother who has a disabled child who is not an ear, she was willing to donate it to his ear to his son so his son could hear perfectly. For the sake of the success that he's willing to sacrifice his son like that. So the real love that comes from parents, rather than a boyfriend. because parents do not expect a return breathing and replies, with just feels happy to see her son was happy. Starting today thankful to live with the love of parents, more parents think of happiness and always principled
mom and dad = love (real love)

Title : High and Lifted Up (Story)

Name : Vania Putri Rahmanto
NPM : 21209541
Class : 3EB13

High and Lifted Up

It was a windy day.
     The mailman barely made it to the front door. When the door opened, Mrs. Pennington said, "hello", but, before she had a real chance to say "thank you", the mail blew out of the mailman's hands, into the house and the front door slammed in his face. Mrs. Pennington ran to pick up the mail.
     "Oh my," she said.
     Tommy was watching the shutters open and then shut, open and then shut.
     "Mom," he said, "may I go outside?"
     "Be careful," she said. "It's so windy today."
     Tommy crawled down from the window-seat and ran to the door. He opened it with a bang. The wind blew fiercely and snatched the newly recovered mail from Mrs. Pennington's hands and blew it even further into the house.
     "Oh my," she said again. Tommy ran outside and the door slammed shut.
     Outside, yellow, gold, and red leaves were leaping from swaying trees, landing on the roof, jumping off the roof, and then chasing one another down the street in tiny whirlwinds of merriment.
     Tommy watched in fascination.
     "If I was a leaf, I would fly clear across the world," Tommy thought and then ran out into the yard among the swirl of colors.
     Mrs. Pennington came to the front porch.
     "Tommy, I have your jacket. Please put it on."
     However, there was no Tommy in the front yard.
     "Tommy?"
     Tommy was a leaf. He was blowing down the street with the rest of his play-mates.
     A maple leaf came close-by, touched him and moved ahead. Tommy met him shortly, brushed against him, and moved further ahead. They swirled around and around, hit cars and poles, flew up into the air and then down again.

     "This is fun," Tommy thought.
     The maple leaf blew in front of him. It was bright red with well-defined veins. The sun-light shone through it giving it a brilliance never before seen by a little boy's eyes.
     "Where do you think we are going?" Tommy asked the leaf.
     "Does it matter?" the leaf replied. "Have fun. Life is short."
     "I beg to differ," an older leaf said suddenly coming beside them. "The journey may be short, but the end is the beginning."
     Tommy pondered this the best a leaf could ponder.
     "Where do we end up?"
     "If the wind blows you in that direction," the old leaf said, "you will end up in the city dump."
     "I don't want that," Tommy said.
     "If you are blown in that direction, you will fly high into the air and see things that no leaf has seen before."
     "Follow me to the city dump," the maple leaf said. "Most of my friends are there."
     The wind blew Tommy and the maple leaf along. Tommy thought of his choices. He wanted to continue to play.
     "Okay," Tommy said, "I will go with you to the dump."
     The winds shifted and Tommy and the leaf were blown in the direction of the city dump.
     The old leaf didn't follow. He was blown further down the block and suddenly lifted up high into the air.
     "Hey," he called out, "the sights up here. They are spectacular. Come and see."

     Tommy and the maple leaf ignored him.

     "I see something. I see the dump." The old leaf cried out. "I see smoke. Come up here. I see fire."

     "I see nothing," the maple leaf said.

     Tommy saw the fence that surrounded the city dump. He was happy to be with his friend. They would have fun in the dump.

     Suddenly, a car pulled up. It was Tommy's mom. Mrs. Pennington wasn't about to let her little boy run into the city dump.

     "Not so fast," she said getting out of the car. "You are not allowed to play in there. Don't you see the smoke?"

     Tommy watched the maple leaf blow against the wall and struggle to get over. He ran over to get it but was unable to reach it.

     Mrs. Pennington walked over and took the leaf. She put it in her pocket.

     "There," she said, "it will be safe until we get home."

     Tommy smiled, ran to the car and got in. He rolled down the back window and looked up into the sky. He wondered where the old leaf had gone. Perhaps one day he would see what the old leaf had seen - perhaps. 

Source :  http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/HighLift.shtml

Conclusion :

When Tommy go out of the house. Tommy saw the leaves moving beautifully, until he came to his thinking if he leaves he will be traced throughout the world. until at last there is an old leaf falls over and turns the leaves that can talk and leaves it invites Tommy to have fun with it. Tommy wondered why it leaves him to the city dump. but leaves it just say: have fun life is short. and right when it got to the city dump to play tommy the leaf. Suddenly his mother mrs. Pennington came to the place and pick up leaves and put the leaf into his pocket. Mrs. Pennington said that the leaves would be safe in his pocket and Tommy smiled and came home with his mother mrs. Pennington. So when we fantasize or dream about something, not just a fantasy or a dream, make that fantasy come true. Because it is not impossible that the dreams and fantasies that can be achieved in the real world. Do not ever stop to go and enjoy life because life is short.

Title : Isolated Paradise Again (Story)

Name : Vania Putri Rahmanto
NPM : 21209541
Class : 3EB13

Isolated Paradise Again

There she was sitting alone in the cafeteria again. To her left sat a group of unruly boys busying themselves by seeing who could choke on their peanut butter and jelly sandwich the fastest and then guzzle it down with milk. And to the right sat the most evil of the schools inhabitants, looking up and down into their little pocket mirrors to find a patch of skin that wasn’t covered in make-up. Looking backward, you could see the group of nice girls who always smiled as they looked in her direction but never invited her to sit with them. And, forward, was the group of shy boys who never spared a passing glance, since they were too busy exploding paper bags.

She sat in the middle of the congested lunchroom eating her ham and turkey sandwich, chocolate pudding, and juice in peace. It was comforting, it was as it had always been, and to her, it was right. Her place, right outside of the ninth grade social circle, was something she looked forward to. Everyday she sat down and enjoyed not having any arguments to settle, any friendships to maintain, and any meaningless conversations about lip-gloss. Although others looked down upon her as the antisocial girl, she didn’t care, she was proud of it.

But one day, it all changed. The day started out normally. The morning passed by and soon everyone was racing down the halls to get to the cafeteria, taking their seats, and shaking their heads from left to right to catch up on rumors with friends. She sat down at her private little table and was finally isolated from the nonsense of the teenage world. It was right then that he came, straight down from the blue, walked up to her lunch table, and sat down next to her. He smiled and she frowned wondering why the new kid was sitting with her. As if that wasn’t torture enough, he began to talk uncontrollably. It was as though he looked to this period of the day to pour out his life story to this poor, annoyed girl who wanted nothing more than to be left alone for forty-five minutes. He traced back his life to five years ago and started there, ending with his future plans, all the while smiling and glancing backward to see if any of the boys were throwing something at him.

This went on for the next few months and there was nothing special about the lunch period to her anymore, nothing that kept her hopes up. There was no quiet, isolated island left at her table, just an annoying voice that never let up. And as she sat down to another forty-five minutes of torture, he smiled, but she could easily see that it wasn’t the same smile. It didn’t reach his eyes and didn’t light up the rest of his face. He told her that he left his history book back in the last class, and that he would return after he got it. To her surprise, he never came back to her table. The next day he sat down at the boy’s table and didn’t speak to her. He didn’t smile at her, and didn’t grab her some extra napkins. And she sat in her isolated paradise once again, just like she always did, all by herself.

Source : http://www.studentmagz.com/2011/03/cerpen-bahasa-inggris-isolated-paradise.html

Conclusion :

One day at a school there is a child who is anti-social. She likes to be alone, even every hour on the cafeteria lunch she was always alone, but the situation at that crowded cafeteria To her left sat a group of Unruly boys busying Themselves by seeing who could choke on peanut butter and jelly Their sandwiches the fastest and then guzzle it down with milk. And to the right sat the most evil of the schools Inhabitants, looking up and down into their little pocket mirrors to find a patch of skin That was not covered in make-up. Looking backward, you could see the group of nice girls always smiled as who they looked in her direction but never invited her to sit with them. And, forward, was the who group of shy boys never spared a passing glance, since They were too busy exploding paper bags. with such a situation even he does not care and continue to enjoy the solitude. Everyone think of it as anti-social girl but she is proud of that title. Until one day all things changed, the morning all the people ran to the cafeteria to take their seats with her friends. While she sat alone at a small table with a look left and right. Suddenly there was a new kid came over and sat beside her. Then she asked him why the boy sitting next to getting out of hand and talking to the boy. and finally because the child feels humiliated tomorrow no more people who want to sit next to her, including the new child never again sit next to her. Finally, as always in his heart she always alone. In fact, she felt lonely and strange in a situation like this reply, in which she was always alone and feel the world is useless as a teen torn anti-social creature. So, as an ordinary woman living alone will probably not continue because humans are essentially social beings, rather than being anti social. If we become anti-social beings, of course we are going to lose and a prolonged feeling lonely and feel life is not enjoyable and very different as isolated in a remote place.