Dialog Malin Kundang 4 Orang -

Enough! My mother would be refined, not some village beggar. Tembaga, throw her some coins. Let that shut her up.

(smirking) Exactly, Tembaga. My husband comes from a noble line in a faraway city. This woman is clearly lying. Let’s go before the crowd gathers. dialog malin kundang 4 orang

(entering, voice trembling) Malin… my son. Is that really you? I have searched for you every day since you left. I sold my sarong to pray for your safety. Look at me — I am your mother. Enough

(screaming) Mother! Mother, forgive me!

(The ship sails away. Mande Rubayah raises both hands to the sky.) Enough! My mother would be refined