Sulong, the firstborn child of Mamak and Inak Bongsu, found a heap of fallen buah macang under a tree. He sat down and began to peel one. It was blemished with worm trails, so he tossed it away and started on another. More worm trails! Sulong threw away the mango and picked up yet another. They all had worm trails, every single one.
Terribly frustrated by now, Sulong decided he had to obtain the juiciest-looking and ripest mango from the very top of the tree. Gazing up he realized that the fruit was tantalizingly out of reach. He tried every method he could think of to bring down the fruit he desired.
Finally, Sulong found himself transformed into a flower blooming at the crown of the macang tree. His powerful desire became its sensuous perfume; his disappointment, its acid taste.
Is there a moral to the story?
“Well, he shouldn't have made such a big fuss over a few worm trails,” said Mak Minah.
