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True Strength

Long ago there lived a wise, humble and clever man named Patih Senggilur. He was famous throughout the land not only for his skills and honesty, but for his supernatural strength as well. Many villagers would seek his advice in settling arguments.

Patih Senggilur spent all of his days and nights amongst the villagers so that he could understand their lives. He never wasted time, but rather spent it wisely making and fixing things or tending to his rice fields. He was a role model for all of the villagers who listened to his advice. No one dared to contradict or challenge him. Since he spent so much time in the village, he knew everyone and everything that happened.

At this time, there were three men who roamed the country. They were strong, arrogant and supernaturally powerful. Sharp weapons could not penetrate their skin. Unfortunately, these men misused this power for selfish purposes. They would attack whoever they met on the road and rob them of their goods, jewelry and weapons. The thieves would challenge their victims to try to strike them with their knives or swords. If they could not be hurt, then the thieves would take their victims’ weapons. With their supernatural power, they could not be struck, so the thieves took all the weapons. They became known as the “weapon traders.”

The villagers became afraid of traveling. If they had to go out, then they would not take any weapons with them, although that was risky as there were other dangers, such as wild animals, on the road.

One day, when Patih Senggilur and several other villagers were weaving mats out of strips of rattan by the side of the road, three men approached. With loud, rough voices, they challenged the villagers.

“We are the weapon traders! Who amongst you dares to fight us?”

Patih Senggilur remained calm. The villagers were silent too.

Angrily, the rogues repeated their challenge. “Hey! Who amongst you dares to fight us?”

The silence that greeted them made them even more furious. They had traveled far that morning and were very tired. Sweat poured down their faces.

Patih Senggilur calmly invited the men to sit down.

“Come, sit down. The sun is hot and you are exhausted. You have journeyed far today and you must be tired. I have some cucumbers and watermelons that will refresh you. When you have eaten your fill and you are refreshed, you may tell us why you have come here.”

There was no reply, and Patih Senggilur quietly returned to his work weaving the rattan mat while glancing cautiously from time to time at the rogues.

Hot, thirsty and hungry, the thieves were tempted by the cucumbers and watermelons offered to them. Hesitantly, they looked at each other. Patih Senggilur laughed to himself, then again offered the cucumbers and watermelons to them.

“Why do you hesitate? Come, eat! The cucumbers and watermelons will quench your thirst and satisfy your hunger. If you finish these, I will fetch more for you. I have many more inside. The cucumbers are from my own fields. Come, eat! Don’t be shy!”

Hearing this second offer, the thieves quickly rushed to grab the cucumbers and watermelons. They fought loudly with each other to see who could get the most and piled them up in front of themselves.

They took out their knives and daggers to slice the cucumbers, but were dismayed to find that their sharp knives and daggers could not cut through the cucumber skin. No matter how hard they tried, the cucumber skin would not peel off, nor could it be cut. They were so busy trying to cut the cucumbers that they were not aware that Patih Senggilur was casting glances at them.

He laughed silently, keeping his thoughts to himself, “Ha, ha, ha! Now you can see how it feels to be weak. I hope this is a good lesson for you. It seems that the power you show off to everyone else means nothing to me. You can’t even peel one ripe cucumber!”

Patih Senggilur pretended not to see the thieves as they struggled. They tried to chop and cut, and chop and cut, but the cucumbers remained whole. The sweat poured down their faces and bodies as they tried all of their weapons. Next they tried to cut up the watermelons but to no avail.

Finally, Patih Senggilur looked up.

“But why haven’t you eaten? I don’t have anything else to offer you. Please go ahead, eat them. Don’t be shy.”

The three thieves did not answer. They just looked at each other and then at Patih Senggilur. Patih Senggilur looked back at them.

“Alright, if you insist, I’ll cut them up for you.” He then took the small knife he used to shave the bamboo and rattan strips for making mats. He wiped it against the palm of his left hand three times, then began to cut up the cucumbers and watermelons. The knife moved easily and swiftly, like a hot knife through butter. In just a few seconds, the cucumbers and watermelons were cut into equal slices, placed on a plate, and presented to the amazed thieves.

“There, I have cut them up for you. Go ahead, eat them.”

The three thieves could do nothing except stare at each other and at the cucumbers and watermelons. They realized that they were in the presence of someone with great supernatural power, power far greater than theirs. They bowed their heads and without saying a word, turned and left the village. They learned humility in the presence of true strength.