CINDERELLA SHOE LAST TREE

 

CINDERELLA SHOE LAST TREE

Once upon a time, in a faraway village named Prayungan, Sawoo there lived a young girl named Cinderella Sulastri. She was a kind, gentle, and beautiful child with the most radiant smile. Cinderella had a heart full of love, but unfortunately, fate hadn’t been kind to Cinderella. Her mother had passed away in  Covid Pandemi in 2020, leaving her alone with her selfish stepmother.

The stepmother had two daughters of her own, and she was terribly jealous of Cinderella’s beauty and kind heart. She treated Cinderella unfairly, making her do all the housework and dress in rags while her own daughters wore fine clothes and lived in luxury. Her Step sister had I-Phone for social media activities. She also went everywhere by riding N Max. On the contrary, Cinderela Sulastri only had hand phone of old realme series. To go to school Cinderela used electricity bike.

Despite the cruelty she faced, Cinderella remained kind and gentle, never letting her stepmother’s unkindness change who she was. She would often seek comfort in the garden, talking to the birds and the animals, who had become her dearest friends.

One day, the kingdom received exciting news. The prince was hosting a grand ball at the palace, and every maiden in the land was invited. Cinderella’s stepsisters were overjoyed and spent weeks preparing their gowns and practicing their dance moves.

Cinderella watched her stepsisters with a sad smile, hoping she might be able to attend the ball and experience a bit of the magic she had heard about in her mother’s stories. But her stepmother was insistent that Cinderella would stay home and continue with her chores.

The night of the ball arrived, and Cinderella was left alone in her old clothes while her stepsisters and stepmother departed for the palace. She sat by the fireplace, tears in her eyes, wishing for just a taste of the magic her mother had told her about.

Suddenly, a soft, sweet voice filled the room. It was her fairy godmother, a beautiful figure surrounded by a soft, glowing light.

 “Why are you crying, my dear?” the fairy godmother asked.

 Cinderella explained her wish to attend the ball but how her stepmother had been unkind and refused to allow her to go.

The fairy godmother smiled and said, “Don’t worry, my child. You shall go to the ball.”

With a wave of her wand, Cinderella’s rags were transformed into a stunning gown, and on her feet, she wore the most delicate glass slippers that sparkled like stars. Her fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a magnificent carriage and mice into beautiful horses, so Cinderella could travel to the palace in style.

Before she left, the fairy godmother gave Cinderella a piece of advice: “Remember, my dear, the magic will only last until midnight. When the clock strikes twelve, you must leave the palace and return home.”

Cinderella thanked her fairy godmother and climbed into the magical carriage. As she arrived at the palace, she felt like a princess, her heart dancing with joy.

The moment Cinderella entered the ballroom, the entire room fell silent. The prince, charmed by her beauty, approached her, and they danced together like a dream. Cinderella was the happiest she had ever been.

But as the hours flew by, she suddenly heard the bells of the palace clock. The first stroke of midnight sent a shiver down her spine. She remembered her fairy godmother’s warning and knew she must leave.

Cinderella hurriedly said goodbye to the prince and fled from the palace. As she ran down the grand staircase, one of her glass slippers slipped off her foot. She didn’t have time to retrieve it, and so, with only one glass slipper, she disappeared into the night.

Cinderella’s beautiful gown and glass slippers turned back into rags, leaving her with only the memory of the enchanting evening she had spent at the palace.

 The next day, the prince was determined to find the owner of the glass slipper. He and his attendants traveled throughout the kingdom, visiting every home to see if the slipper would fit any young maiden.

When they arrived at Cinderella’s cottage, her stepsisters eagerly tried to fit their feet into the glass slipper. But it was too small for them, and their feet simply couldn’t squeeze in.

Cinderella watched, hidden from view, as her stepsisters attempted to trick the prince. Then, she stepped forward and, with a hopeful heart, asked, “May I try?”

The prince agreed, and as she placed her foot into the glass slipper, it fit perfectly. The prince’s eyes lit up with joy as he realized he had found the maiden he had danced with at the ball.

Cinderella’s stepsisters were astonished and upset. But even though they were mean to her, Cinderella didn’t feel angry. Instead, she forgave them for their unkindness, as she believed that kindness was the most important thing in the world.

And so, Cinderella was reunited with the prince, and they lived happily ever after, proving that goodness, kindness, and a loving heart could overcome the challenges life may bring.

The end!

 Moral of the Story:

Being kind and having a loving heart can help you through tough times. Even though Cinderella faced meanness and hard work, she stayed kind and gentle, and her goodness led to her happiness and success. The story also shows the importance of forgiveness, as Cinderella forgave her stepsisters, teaching us that being kind and forgiving are very important.

 

Follow-up questions:

• Why did Cinderella want to go to the prince’s ball?
• What did Cinderella’s fairy godmother do to help her get to the ball, and what did she tell her to remember?
• How did Cinderella and the prince find each other again, and what do you think they felt when they were reunited?

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Cinderella's Life Story

 

Cinderella's Life Story

• Group Member:
• Chandra Dinata Dava Maharani
• Inova Dwi Putri
• Kesya Rifina Putri
• Nicholas Austin Giti Alfian

Once upon a time, in Suki village, there lived a girl named Cinderella. Her mother passed away when she was five years old. She lived only with her father, Nugraha, a kind and well-groomed man who loved her deeply.

Eventually, Cinderella's father remarried a widow named Sulis, who brought along her two daughters, Rani and Rana. This new stepmother was skilled at acting sweetly in front of Nugraha, but in reality, she subjected Cinderella to constant poor treatment.

Not long after, Cinderella’s father had to attend to important business outside the city. He was required to leave home for an extended period, entrusting Cinderella to the care of her stepmother and stepsisters.

As soon as her husband left, Sulis immediately unveiled her true, cruel nature. She forced Cinderella to manage most of the household chores and compelled her to work at a pecel lele stall so that Cinderella would not be able to ask her for pocket money. Cinderella was now utterly alone.

One weekend, as Cinderella was preparing two servings of pecel lele and a glass of iced tea, a flyer drifted down and landed right at her feet. Cinderella bent down and picked it up. The poster advertised: "Witness the ‘Gajah Gajahan’ Jaya Manggolo cultural performance at Sawoo Market on September 17th." Cinderella felt an immediate draw, but she knew her step-family would never grant her permission.

As she gazed at the poster, a young customer, about her age, called out loudly.

“Hey,” the girl greeted her.

Cinderella quickly sought a short break from the stall owner.

“My name is Maya, and what’s yours?” the girl asked kindly.

“I’m Cinderella,” she replied.

After the brief introduction, Maya asked if she planned to attend the performance advertised on the poster.

Cinderella looked down. “My family won't allow it. I have to keep working and doing chores. I don't get any time off except at night,” she explained softly.

Seeing the deep sadness in Cinderella’s face, the stall owner approached, offering Cinderella a day off. Cinderella refused, reasoning, “My stepmother will surely scold me for being lazy.”

Maya thought hard, then smiled. “How about you come here tomorrow and just tell them you’re going to work? After that, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go watch Gajah Gajahan. What do you think?”

Cinderella's sad face instantly brightened. She thanked Maya profusely for her kindness.

“Why do you want to help me?” Cinderella asked curiously.

Maya answered softly, “I need a friend. We’re the same; we both need to break free for a little while.”

The next day, as Cinderella was at the warung, Maya arrived on her automatic motorbike. Cinderella, waiting eagerly, quickly said goodbye to the stall owner and joined Maya. The two continued their journey to Sawoo Market.

Once at the event, they fully embraced the show. They danced, sang, had fun, and even took several selfies. However, while they were enjoying the music, Cinderella’s phone, a precious gift from her father, slipped out of her pocket. Neither girl noticed its absence.

Time quickly passed. Maya's wristwatch showed twelve o'clock. Realizing this, Cinderella urgently encouraged Maya to return to the pecel lele stall. She felt it would be improper to leave her work for too long. Maya, remembering her own responsibilities, agreed, and they headed back.

III. The Descent into Tragedy

Upon arriving at the stall, Cinderella reached for the phone her father had given her for her 16th birthday. Her pockets were empty. Cinderella panicked, realizing the cherished phone was lost.

Maya offered to return to the Gajah Gajahan event, thinking the phone might have fallen there.

“But even if it fell there, someone has probably picked it up already,” Cinderella said, her voice strained. “My father gave me that phone after saving up for a long time. I truly don't want to lose it just like that.”

Suddenly, a distinct Facebook notification sound came from Maya’s phone. It was an announcement from a large local group in Ponorogo: a phone had been found at the performance they had just attended. Excitedly, Maya told Cinderella this was likely hers. Rising from her despair, Cinderella confirmed it was her phone, and Maya urged her to return to the event immediately.

Meanwhile, the organizer who found the phone was struggling to locate the owner. He had made announcements but had only managed to post a notice on the Facebook group.

Fifteen minutes later, instead of a reply, the organizer was met with horrific news in his group: a severe accident had occurred. It was reported that the victim's body was dismembered, scattered on the road, with some organs strewn about. The driver, however, survived with injuries.

The organizer, also the group admin, was curious and decided to go to the accident site. He asked his friend to call him instantly if anyone came claiming the lost phone.

At the scene, he spoke to a police officer about the accident's chronology.

The officer explained that the motorcycle was being driven normally until a high-speed van suddenly tried to overtake from the opposite direction. Startled, the driver swerved left. The motorcycle inevitably overturned, throwing the passenger onto the road, where a truck instantly struck them.

The officer added that finding the victim's family contacts was difficult. The driver stated they were on their way to retrieve a lost phone at Sawoo Market, but the driver didn't have the passenger's family contact information.

The organizer immediately explained the phone he found. He suggested attempting to match the fingerprint on the phone with the victim's severed finger. The police officer agreed but requested the organizer wait until the Crime Scene Investigation (CSI) was complete.

After the CSI concluded, a forensic investigator tested the victim's fingerprint against the found phone. The forensic team confirmed that the lost phone belonged to the accident victim. The police officer immediately searched for the victim's closest family contacts.

They reached Cinderella’s stepmother, Sulis. The moment Sulis answered, she screamed about Cinderella forgetting to turn off the lights. The officer struggled to gain control of the conversation. When he finally informed Sulis that her stepdaughter had died in a traffic accident, the stepmother sounded completely indifferent. She even said that Cinderella was a useless, forgetful child who deserved to die.

The bystanders who overheard the call were profoundly shocked by the stepmother's reaction. The police officer sternly reminded Sulis to inform her husband, whose calls had failed repeatedly.

After concluding all formalities, Cinderella was buried in the same public cemetery as her mother.

Months later, Nugraha, Cinderella's father, returned from the city. He carried new jewelry, clothes, and a new phone for Cinderella, eagerly anticipating her joy. He knocked happily. His wife and two children welcomed him warmly. When Nugraha called out his daughter's name, she did not appear.

Annoyed that her husband was preoccupied with Cinderella, Sulis informed him bluntly that Cinderella was dead. "That bothersome daughter is gone," she stated. "Now, you can focus on making your new wife and our daughters happy."

Nugraha’s gifts crashed to the floor. He stared blankly at his wife, the horror and disbelief in his eyes erupting into burning rage. He no longer heard his wife's voice; only the echo of Cinderella's laughter and the memory of their happy moments.

Sulis, seeing his shocked face, snapped that he shouldn't be surprised, revealing that the police had called him repeatedly but he never answered, forcing her to handle everything. "Your daughter was useless until the end!"

The truth—the cold indifference Sulis showed the police, the suffering Cinderella endured—slammed into Nugraha. He roared that Sulis had polluted his home with her hate.

Nugraha threw Sulis and her two daughters out that very day. He sat on the cold floor, surrounded by his shattered gifts, hugging Cinderella’s old photo. Regret and grief strangled him, making him an eternal prisoner in a house that now felt like a tomb.

Meanwhile, Maya, the survivor, was consumed by severe depression. Guilt strangled her, convincing her she was Cinderella’s killer.

In the end, Sulis and her daughters were expelled, with nothing. But the greatest punishment fell upon Nugraha and Maya; they both drowned in a sea of sorrow without end, their souls dead, their eyes forever closed to any joy that might have been.

Cinderella Sambitania

 

Cinderella Sambitania

 Group member: 

 Abil Septian Ramadan (01)

2.      Anggi Windu Nugraha (05)

3.      Delya Ryan Florencia (13)

4.      Mareta Divana Sekar (24)

In a small village in Sambit, Ponorogo, there lived a beautiful young girl named Cinderella. She was kind-hearted, gentle, and skilled at making lanterns from bamboo and paper. But her life was full of hardship. Her mother had passed away, and her father had remarried a wealthy but arrogant woman. Cinderella’s two stepsisters constantly mocked her and forced her to do all the household chores, while they enjoyed themselves at the Sambit market.

Cinderella often escaped to the bamboo garden behind her house, talking to birds and gazing at the stars. She dreamed of one day participating in the Sambit Lantern Festival, famous throughout Ponorogo for thousands of lanterns floating into the sky alongside magnificent Reog performances.

The Festival That Changed Everything

One day, an announcement came from the village hall: this year’s Lantern Festival would select the most creative lantern, and its creator would be invited to perform at a regional arts festival. Her stepsisters were thrilled and began preparing, but Cinderella’s stepmother forbade her from joining.

On the night before the festival, Cinderella sat by the Keyang River, crying. Suddenly, a soft light appeared from the sky—a Lantern Fairy! The glowing figure spoke,

“Cinderella, your heart is pure and kind. I will help you, but remember, this magic will last only until midnight.”

With the fairy’s touch, Cinderella’s rags transformed into a sparkling gown, and her simple bamboo lantern became a giant, magical lantern that could float and dance in the air, moving like a miniature Reog!

A Spectacular Performance

When the festival began, everyone was amazed by Cinderella’s floating lantern, glowing in rainbow colors and moving to the rhythm of gamelan music. Even the prince from a neighboring district, who had come to watch the festival, was captivated by her beauty and courage.

But just as the clock struck midnight, the magical lantern began to fade. Panicked, Cinderella ran home, leaving behind a single small lantern in the town square.

The Unexpected Twist

The next day, the prince searched for the owner of the small lantern. Her stepsisters tried to claim it, but the lantern only glowed when Cinderella touched it. Everyone was astonished and wanted her to live in the palace.

Yet Cinderella surprised everyone:

“Thank you, but I wish to stay in Sambit. I want to teach the village children how to make lanterns and preserve our culture. That is the greatest gift for me.”

The prince smiled and said, “Then I will come often to learn and help.”

From that day forward, the Sambit Lantern Festival became famous throughout Ponorogo, and Cinderella was known as the girl who combined magic with courage and preserved local traditions.

CINDERELLA IN NEW ERA

 

CINDERELLA IN NEW ERA

Group member:

Desya Diana Aulia

Fachrani Kayla Dwi putri

Nadia Dwi Safa Atul A

Yunita Sindi fitriana

In a village in Ponorogo, there lived a kind girl named Cinderella. She lived with her stepmother and two jealous and cruel stepsisters. Every day, Cinderella was tasked with sweeping the yard, feeding the chickens, and washing clothes, while her stepsisters just sat around relaxing. One day, good news arrived: the Grebeg Suro event would be held in Ponorogo Square. Everyone was excited, including Cinderella. She desperately wanted to watch the lively procession of heirlooms and the Reog Ponorogo dance. However, her stepmother forbade her. "Don't join in, stay home! Let us go!" said the stepmother.

Cinderella could only lower her head sadly. She really wanted to see Grebeg Suro, just once in her life. As she wept on the porch, an old shaman known for his wisdom appeared. The shaman took pity on Cinderella. "What do you want, my child?" the shaman asked, "I really want to go to Grebeg Suro, but I don't have a vehicle, and my stepmother won't let me," replied Cinderella.

The shaman then recited prayers and mantras. Miraculously! A moped emerged from the pile of firewood. "Go with this," said the shaman. However, before handing over the motorbike, the shaman gave him some advice: "Listen, my child. This motorbike is no ordinary motorbike; it will only last you until midnight. Return home before twelve o'clock, or it will return to the pile of wood." Cinderella nodded obediently.

However, when she tried to start the motorbike, she found it had no gas. She chuckled and said, "Wow, how am I going to get to the town square if the motorbike is out of gas?" Finally, Cinderella walked to a nearby shop to buy some gas. After filling the tank, she returned to the shama.

Cinderella asked the shaman to give her a ride to the town square. On their simple motorbike, they set off together. When they arrived at Grebeg Suro, the atmosphere was bustling. There was a reog parade, gamelan music, and traditional dances. Cinderella was overjoyed. However, when the event was over, she faced a new problem: she had forgotten where she had parked her motorbike. He paced back and forth looking among the rows of other residents' motorbikes.

In the midst of her confusion, a handsome young man appeared and helped her. It turned out to be the son of the village chief, Siman. "Are you looking for your motorbike? Come, let me help you," he said with a smile. However, as the clock struck midnight, Cinderella panicked and ran, In her haste, she dropped her glass helmet.The prince picked it up, determined to find its owner.

 The next day, the prince wandered around the village looking for the girl who owned the glass helmet. Cinderella's stepsisters tried them on, but none fit. Finally, Cinderella stepped forward. When she put the helmet on, it fit perfectly. The prince smiled with relief, but before he could make his promise, the automatic motorbike the shaman had given him suddenly transformed back into a rickety bicycle, and the glass helmet shattered into pieces. Everyone was stunned. The stepmother and stepsisters laughed at Cinderella

The prince fell silent, his face uncertain. "Are you really the girl I met at Grebeg Suro? Or was it all just an illusion?" he asked, disappointed. Cinderella cried. She wanted to explain, but no one believed her. The prince left, disappointed. From that day on, Cinderella returned to a life of misery. She continued to be mistreated by her stepfamily, while the prince eventually married the noblewoman chosen by his family. Cinderella could only remember that beautiful night at Grebeg Suro, a brief moment when she almost achieved happiness-but ultimately lost everything.

 

The end.