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The Legend of Lutykuh

What the hell is a Lutykuh? 

Do you want to know, and why I use it?

 Let me tell you a story about a girl who was called Lutykuh. 

 A long time ago in a kingdom where hair mattered, a girl was born and she was not like most babies, she was extraordinary. She was extraordinary because she had curly hair. She was the only one among the many folks from her small village that had that type of hair; FYI all of them have silky straight hair. And because she was different, the village people couldn’t resist looking at the small infant and because hair matters in the kingdom her mother rarely brings her to the public to save her from ridicule. Like what I’ve said earlier since hair really mattered in the kingdom she became the subject of jokes. What poor childhood she had. She was poked and laughed at by other children. They would not let her play with them and they love teasing her with the kingdom’s forbidden word! (Oh no, the forbidden word? please not the forbidden word!) The forbidden word when stated by any individual from the kingdom brings bad luck to whole of the land!But since they were children, they know less of this and the consequences of it. They just blurt it out, shouting…

 “Kulut!” (meaning curly) 

After stating the forbidden word the sky started to get dim, dark clouds came forming up the kingdom’s azure sky and a lightning stroked near the children who yelled the forbidden word.

 “Oh no!, somebody spoke the forbidden word!” , a village lady with straight bleach blonde hair said hysterically.

 “We’re doomed, doomed…” another voice screamed helplessly which belonged to a straight red head. 

Great catastrophe!

 This is what happens when the forbidden word is being said. That was why the village people agreed never to call the child with the forbidden word. But some of the people couldn’t resist it! It was like hypnotism. Just by simply looking at the girl urges them to say it. The village people thought hard for it, they don’t want to have bad luck forever but they couldn’t resist saying it. 

What to do?

 Finally one day a harlot who had straight brown hair came up with the best idea of all. She said… 

“Why not revise the word Ku…..” 

“Shhhh…..don’t say it!” interrupted the straight haired village people.

 “Sorry”, she said shortly, and then she continued. “As I was saying why not revise the forbidden word!” 

“Like what?” asked the straight feathery blonde hair fisherman.

 “Ummm…” the harlot thought for a while… “How about, Lutykuh?” “Lutykuh?” T

he village people mumbled. 

“Yes Lutykuh!” the Harlot exclaimed. “It’s just the same word only pronounced backwards!” 

“Will it work?” the tinsmith with straight midnight black hair asked. 

“Well we won’t find out if we won’t try, right?” she said.

 And the people agreed. Off with their torches, the village people (all with straight hair) trotted in the middle of the night to where the girl lived. 

“Let the girl out!” cried the barber with straight reddish brown hair. 

The poor girl’s mother was scared. She thought that the people will come and take her a way. So she told her daughter to run away but the girl realizing that she was the cause of the commotion went out bravely.

 “There she is!” one man with straight light brown hair said. 

The village people came nearer to the girl, they looked so scary with faces illuminated by the flames of the torches that they carry. The girl was so frightened, but she knew that one day this will happen and she’d have to repay all the damage that she caused to the village and to the kingdom as well. She looked at her mother emotionally as if bidding goodbye and then she tightly shut her eyes… 

“Lutykuh” the village people whispered in chorus. 

“Huh?” the girl thought. 

The village people looked around for signs of the plague to begin and were surprised that nothing had happened. 

“Lets do it again!…”, the baker with straight chestnut brown hair said. And the people agreed. “…and this time louder!” he added. 

The girl was confused. 

“Lutykuh!” they said louder than the first one. Still nothing happened! 

“Lutykuh!” cried the village chief with straight caramel brown hair said loudly. 

“It worked!” said the harlot. “I knew it!” 

The village people were so happy with what they’ve found out! They started repeating the word over and over again.  “

This calls for a celebration!” yelled the village chief. “Let’s have a feast, all at my place!” 

The people were all in merriment, they were so happy that they’ve found a solution to their problem.  

“Let’s hear it for lutykuh!” the shepherd with straight strawberry blonde hair said. “Hip,Hip..!”

 “Hurray!” cried the people in unison. 

Then they lived happily ever after. The girl though still confused was also happy, finally she was allowed to go to the village any time she wishes to for she no longer is blamed of any bad luck, though she is still teased, but with a new name. 

“Lutykuh!”

 ~fin~

Crazy story, right?

I don’t know what got into me when I made this story up, hehehe…

Actually, Lutykuh is also my pet name at home (that means I have more!).  It was my older brother’s artistic way of saying Kulut (meaning Curly). I guess he got tired and bored of teasing the same old name that was why he reinvented a new one, which is kind-a cute and truly unique, i think I’m the only one who uses this pen name. You won’t believe me? try searching at Google or Yahoo, you’ll see,hehehehe…Like the girl in the story I had really curly hair before. Why before? Because right now I have fake straight hair! And I’m thanking good ol’ science and technology for making hair straightening possible.