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IT
 was a rainy season. The villagers were happy, most of them were 
farmers. Rain would water their rice field and soon they would harvest 
their rice. Pak Bong was one of the farmers. He was also very happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He
 wanted to buy some clothes for himself, his wife, and his beloved 
daughter, Nyi Banjarsari. She was a very beautiful girl. Her parents 
loved her because she was very obedient. One night, Pak Bong had a 
terrible dream. An old man came to him and said the rain would never 
stop. There would be a great flood.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first Pak Bong 
thought it was just a dream but he had the same dream in the following 
nights. He decided to tell all the villagers about his dream and asked 
them to evacuate on a hill not far from their village.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Ha
 ha ha! You are joking, Pak Bong? How can we leave our rice field? We 
are going to have great harvest, remember?" Everybody was laughing at 
Pak Bong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pak Bong did not give up. He kept on asking 
the villagers to evacuate to the hill. Finally some villagers believed 
him. Together with his wife, and his daughter Nyi Banjarsari, Pak Bong 
and his friends went to the hill.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the meantime, 
heavy rain fell days and nights. It continued until water entered the 
houses. The villagers were sorry they did not listen to Pak Bong and 
ignored his advice. Soon, the village was drowned! Pak Bong and his 
friends could not do anything. They were sad because their village was 
under water.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then they prayed to God. They asked God 
how the water dried up from their village. The answer came in Pak Bong's
 dream. In his dream, the same old man told him how to save their 
village.&lt;br /&gt;
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"If you want the water to dry up, you have to sacrifice your daughter. She has to jump into the water!" said the old man.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pak
 Bong was very sad. He then told his family about his dream. His wife 
did not agree at all. She did not want to lose her lovely daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"That's OK, Mother. If this is the only way to save our village, I would jump into the water," said Nyi Banjarsari.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her
 parents could not say anything. They could not prevent their daughter 
from jumping into the water. Slowly, water dried up. Pak Bong and his 
friends then returned to their village. They built their houses and had 
their lives back. To show their thankfulness and gratefulness to Nyi 
Banjarsari, the villagers named their village into Banjarsari.***&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Folklore From East Java&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;THERE was a poor farmer in Madura. He lived with his wife and his children. The farmer did not have his own rice field. He worked for his neighbors' rice field. He only got small amount of money when harvest came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The farmer really wanted to have his own rice field. However, he did not have enough money to buy a piece of land. The farmer told his wife that he wanted to go to Java. He wanted to work there and got a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The farmer left his house with a little money. On the way of the harbor, he met an old woman. She brought three cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Please help me, Sir. I'm so hungry and I don't have any money. Please buy my cats," said the old woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The farmer was confused. he wanted to help the woman, but if he bought her cats, he would not bring any money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, he decided to buy the cats. The woman was very happy. she gave him a small cage so the farmer could put the cats in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Later the farmer was on the ship. At first the cruise was good, but suddenly there was a heavy storm. The ship could not continue the cruise to Java. It harbored in Mice Island. People named it Mice Island because there were so many mice lived in the island. The nice attacked people's barn and ate their supplies. The people were hopeless. They did not know how to combat the mice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The farmer heard about the people's problem with the mice. He remembered about his three cats. he wanted to help the people by giving them his three cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The people really welcomed the farmer's help. And soon the farmer released his three cats. The cats had not eaten for a long time. they were very hungry. And when the cats saw the mice, they immediately chased and ate the mice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Slowly the number of the mice decreased. the people were very happy. They wanted to repay the farmer's kindness. They all gave him a lot of money. The farmer was extremely happy. he went back to his home in Madura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The farmer was not poor anymore. he bought land and his own rice field. He lived happily with his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His neighbor was jealous with the farmer. He also wanted to have a lot of money. He heard about the Mice island. So he collected many cats and joined a ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally he arrived in Mice Island. However, the name of the island was not Mice Island anymore. Its name changed into Cat island. The three cats that the farmer brought had bred. It made the island full of cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so when he offered his cats to the people, they all were laughing at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"What? Are you kidding?! We have too many cats here. we don't need your cats!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was so embarrassed. Finally he went home to Madura and brought his cats back to him.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Folklore from Papua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;YOMNGGA was a beautiful girl. She lived with her grandmother. Actually Yomngga had two sisters. But they lived in another village.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yomngga was a kind girl. She always helped her grandmother in the field. Every morning they went to the field and they always went back home in the afternoon. Every day they took the same route. They did not know that a dragon was always looking at them when they passed by a big tree. It was the dragon's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The dragon was not an ordinary dragon. During the day he was a dragon, but in the evening he changed into a handsome man. A witch had curse him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The dragon fell in love with Yomngga. However he did not know how how to express his feeling. He could only stay in the trees during the days. He was afraid people people would kill him if he showed himself. He wanted to visit Yomngga at night when he changed into a human. The problem was he did not know where she lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Finally he could not stand it anymore. When he saw Yomngga was almost passing by the big tree, the dragon got off from the tree and approached Yomngga and her grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Of course they were shocked. They got more shocked when they saw the dragon was able to talk like human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Don't be afraid. I will not hurt you. I just want to know where you live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yomngga was shacking. She did not know what to do. And after she calmed down, she told the dragon about her house. And it made the dragon happy. He then let them continue their trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;At night the dragon came to the Yomngga's house. He came as a handsome man. At first, Yomngga was confused. But after the dragon explained about the witch, she understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The dragon continued to come to Yomngga's house on the following nights. Soon they fell in love and get married. Yomngga could understand that her husband always changed into a dragon during the days. The grandmother agreed with their marriage but she asked the dragon to keep on staying in the house when he became a dragon. She did not want the villagers to kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yomngga kept her marriage as their big secret. She even did not tell her two sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Later Yomngga got pregnant. Her two sisters heard the news and they were very curious who her husband was. So the came to Yomngga's house. When they saw the dragon, they got very angry. And they got very angrier when they knew that the dragon was Yomngga's husband. They did not care although the dragon changed into a man at nights. They hated the dragon very much. Therefore, they planned to kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;One day the two sisters visited the dragon. The dragon did not know that they had prepared poisoned food. When the dragon ate the food, he died instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The villagers saw the dead dragon. The two sisters told the villagers about the dragon. And when the villagers knew that the dragon was Yomngga's husband, they asked Yomngga to leave the village. Yomngga was very sad. She lost her beloved husband and she had to leave her grandmother in the village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Yomngga left the village with a sampan. She rowed it along the small river. Since then people named the river as Yomngga's river. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Folklore from Central Java&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE upon a time there was long drought in Rembang, Central Java. Rain had not fallen in the place for a very long time. The air was very hot. All the leaves in the trees dried. The rice fields did not grow any plants. There was no source of water. Their only lake also dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were very thirsty. Children were dying. They did not get enough food and drink. Most of them were ill. Cattle also suffered from the drought season. One by one the cattle died. The villagers were very sad. For them, cattle were their precious things. They could not do anything when their cattle died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day the villagers prayed to God. They wished to have rain. They really wanted to see rain fall so they and their cattle would have enough water to drink. And they also wanted to water their rice fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day all the villagers had a meeting. They discussed how to stop the long drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I heard there is someone who can help us. His name is Ki Mojo Agung. He has a great supernatural power. Maybe he can help us," said one of the villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good! Do you know where he lives?"asked the head of the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the problem, Sir. He lives very far from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, then. I need some strong men to go to Ki Mojo Agung's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon some strong man had their journey to visit Ki Mojo Agung. They spent days and nights and finally they arrived at Ki Mojo Agung's house. They talked to him, and fortunately he agreed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will help you. But you have to provide two things, a fish and a turtle. You can catch the fish and the turtle in the river there. Put them in this bucket. Remember, you have to keep the animals alive until we arrive in your the village. No matter how thirsty you are, don't drink the water. If you do, the animal will die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young men agreed. While they were trying to catch the fish and the turtle, they drank some water. They were so happy. and after they caught a fish and a turtle, they went back home. Ki Mojo Agung also joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, the young men started to be thirsty. One of them tried to drink the water in he bucket. Ki Mojo Agung was angry. He asked the young man not to join them anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they arrived. Ki Mojo Agung went to a cave. He put the fish and the turtle on the ground in front of the cave. People were very confused. They saw the fish and the turtle moving their bodies. They thought the fish and the turtle were ding. Well, they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true that the fish and the turtle were floundering. But they were not dying. An amazing thing started to happen. On the ground where the fish and the turtle were moving their bodies, water came out. The villagers were happy. They immediately drank the water. They were very thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the water came out in front of the cave, the people named the cave as the sacred cave or &lt;i&gt;Gua Keramat&lt;/i&gt;. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A crocodile was lying on the ground. He wanted to go to the river and enjoyed the water. However, he was too weak to go there. He was waiting for an animal to help him. His wish came true. A buffalo was passing by. He asked the buffalo to helped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go to the river. But I am too weak. May I jump on your back and take me to the river?" asked the crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly, Mr Crocodile. I'm glad to help you," said the Buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the crocodile was on top of the buffalo's back. And when they arrived at the river side, the buffalo asked the crocodile to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not now, there is not much water here. Please go farther," said the crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffalo continued walking. They were almost at the middle of the river. The water was on the neck of the buffalo. The crocodile get off from the buffalo's back. Instead of saying thank you, the crocodile bit the buffalo's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what are you doing?" asked the buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so hungry. You have to be my lunch!" said the crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it is not fair! I already helped you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care!" said the crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouse deer saw their argument. He was standing at the river side. He wanted to know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what are you arguing about?" asked the mouse deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already helped Mr. Crocodile, but now he wants to eat me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse deer knew that the crocodile was a mean animal. He wanted to help the buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I cannot hear you. Both of you are too far from me. Come closer to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the buffalo moved his body. The crocodile was still biting his leg. And when they were on the ground, the mouse deer whispered to the buffalo's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kick the crocodile now and run. The crocodile cannot move fast to the ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffalo immediately kicked the crocodile with his other leg. The crocodile was in pain. He opened his mouth. The buffalo was free. Soon the buffalo and the mouse deer ran fast to save their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for my revenge mouse deer. I will eat you alive!" the crocodile was angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, the crocodile met the mouse deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha! I will eat you now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, wait! Do you know what I'm doing here?" asked the mouse deer. He continued, "Do you see that big and shining rope over there? Well, it's not a rope. It's a magic belt. The god of the jungle asked me to guard it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? What kind of magic does this belt have?" asked the crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who wears the belt will have great power," explained the mouse deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crocodile wanted to have great power. However, he did not know that the belt was actually a big snake. And the snake was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crocodile asked the mouse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deer&lt;/span&gt; to go away. And when the mouse deer left. The crocodile lifted the belt and put it around his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake was angry! He squeezed the crocodile! The crocodile was in great pain. He asked for help but no one helped him. Slowly, the crocodile died. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-1221419866222460977?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; and his wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt;. They lived peacefully. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; was a farmer. He worked in a field. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; just stayed at home. Everyday she cleaned up the house and cooked for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; left the house and went to his field. While he was walking, he stumbled upon something. He looked  at the thing carefully, "What is this? Is this an egg? But what kind of egg is this? It's very big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; put the egg  back to the ground. He continued walking. At home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; told his wife about the egg. "Why didn't you bring the egg home?" asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's really big. I feel really strange about the egg," explained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the egg is really big, then we both can eat. Please bring the egg home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt;," asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; went to the field as usual. He planned to bring the egg home as his wife's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; was walking carefully . he did not want to stumble upon the egg for the second time. He looked around. And aha! He found the egg. He carefully brought the egg home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt;, this is the egg I told you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt;. The egg is big. I wonder what animal has this egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Pasit&lt;/span&gt; did not wait for long to boil the egg. And when it was done, they both ate the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both felt very full. And it made them very sleepy. Not long after that they fell asleep. In the morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; woke up as usual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; took a bath then he went to the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the field, he felt his body so uncomfortable. He felt his body itchy. He stretched his body. Suddenly he felt his throat so hot. He badly needed water. He was screaming in pain. He was so shocked! he saw his skin changed into scales. Just like scales of reptile. He touched his head. He felt something was growing on his head. He was completely shocked. A horn was growing. And he also had a tail. His body slowly getting bigger. He changed into a dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; also felt the same. She was so panicked. She was screaming. She was running to the field. She wanted to look for her husband. When she arrived at the field, she saw a dragon was moving his body on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Nyai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; also changed into a dragon. The two dragons were trying to walk but they were too weak to do that. They just could move their bodies on the ground. They moved their bodies so heavily and it made a very big hole. The hole was getting deeper and deeper. Soon water came out of the hole. The water came out very much. And it made a lake. 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The leader of the kingdom was Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt;. She had seven beautiful daughters. However, the most beautiful one was the youngest daughter. Her name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Manurai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, all those seven princesses were swimming on the pond in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sarang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Umai&lt;/span&gt;. They were really having fun in the pond. They were laughing and splashing the water to each other. They did not know that someone was watching them. He was prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Empang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; from the neighboring kingdom. He was passing through the area and accidentally he saw all those seven girls swimming on the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince was in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mengurai&lt;/span&gt;. He tried to know who she was. She asked the local people about her. And after he knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mangurai&lt;/span&gt; was the youngest daughter Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; , he sent his best soldier to the queen. . The soldier told the queen that prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Empang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; would like to propose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mangurai&lt;/span&gt; to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the queen rejected the proposal. She would like to see her oldest daughter to get married first. She thought that it was not good if her youngest daughter to got married earlier than her oldest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Empang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; was really angry. He felt that he was being humiliated by the queen. Therefore, he asked all of his soldiers to attack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Seri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Bunga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Tanjung&lt;/span&gt; kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; was a brave woman. She asked her soldiers to be ready ans also to fight back. The war could not be avoided. The angry prince really wanted to destroy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Seri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Bunga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Tanjung&lt;/span&gt; kingdom. He commended his soldiers not to go home before they won the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; was so worried with the war. Many of her soldiers were dead. She was really concerned with her seven daughters. She asked some soldiers to bring her daughters. She asked soldiers to bring her daughters in a safe place in the jungle. The soldiers built a hut for the seven princesses. The queen also asked the soldiers to provide enough food until the war was over. After the soldiers were sure that the seven daughter were safe, they went back to join the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; never gave up. Her great spirit to defend her kingdom motivated her soldiers to do their best. Slowly, they were able to make Prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Empang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; pulled back his soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; thought that the prince already gave up . But she did not know that the prince was preparing a new strategy. The prince came back with more soldiers. The war continued. It lasted for months. Both sides have lost so many soldiers. And finally Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; was facing Prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Empamg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt;. They were fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Sima&lt;/span&gt; was a great woman She had a great skills and martial arts. The prince could not beat the queen. And finally the queen could kill the prince. Before the prince was dead, he remembered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Mayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Mangurai&lt;/span&gt; when he first met her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Sarang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Umai&lt;/span&gt;. He was dying and he was only able to say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Umai&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Umai&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were very grateful that the war was over. And to commemorate the war, people named the area as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Dumai&lt;/span&gt;. It was from the last word said by Prince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Empang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt;. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-566353823200742213?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Karma was a farmer. He lived alone. His father had died years ago and his mother had just died. Before his mother died, she told him a message.&lt;br /&gt;
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His father put a bottle of coconut oil at the roof of the house. An old man gave his father the bottle. The old man said that the oil was guarded by a woman. I Karma never checked the bottle. He thought it was not important.&lt;br /&gt;
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Several days after his mother died, a strange thing happened. Every time I Karma went home after working at the field, he always found some food. The house was also neat and clean. It seemed that somebody had cooked and cleaned the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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It happened everyday. I Karma was very curious. And one day he went home earlier. He wanted to know who helped him. When he peeped through the window, he saw a beautiful woman was busy cooking. He immediately came inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Who are you?" asked I Karma.&lt;br /&gt;
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"My name is Ni Utami. I'm here to help you," said the beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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I Karma was so amazed with her beauty. He let her continue cooking. Time passed by and I Karma fell in love with Ni Utami. He asked her to marry him and she agreed. Ni Utami asked him to promise. He had to take care of her and their baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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They were happy, especially when they had a baby. One day I Karma remembered of his mother's message about the bottle. He looked for the bottle. And when he found it, he saw the bottle was empty. There was no coconut oil inside the bottle. He thought the oil evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday I Karma worked at the field. And in one hot day Ni Utami came to the field. And in one hot day Ni Utami came to the field. She brought some food for her husband. She also brought their baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was hot, I Karma was very thirsty. He already drank all the water. He asked his wife to get some water at the well spring. Ni Utami refuse because it was very hot. I Karma was angry. He forced his wife to go to the wellspring to get him some water. Ni Utami did not have any other choice. She hoped I Karma would not regret his decision to force her to go to the hot day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ni Utami could not walk steadily. She was sweating a lot. And when she arrived at wellspring, She fell down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, I Karma was waiting for his wife. He was so thirsty. He then went to the wellspring. When he arrived there, he saw his wife lying on the ground. She was very close to the wellspring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something strange happened. Ni Utami's body was slowly melting. She told I Karma that she was the woman inside the bottle who guarded the coconut oil. She was made of coconut oil and she could not stand with the heat.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said goodbye to I Karma because she would change into coconut oil.&lt;br /&gt;
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I Karma really felt sorry. But it was too late. His wife had left and would never come back. I Karma later went back home with his baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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At night the baby cried. He was thirsty. I Karma fell asleep and he did not hear the baby was crying. The baby crawled and slowly he was next to I Karma. The baby bit I Karma's hand. He sucked I Karma's blood. I Karma screamed in pain. He ;push the baby and threw him to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amazingly the baby changed into a leech. And when I Karma went to sleep, the leech again sucked his blood. This time I Karma could not release the leech from his body. He lost so many blood. Slowly I karma died. ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-5992549568933601164?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There were princess Endahwarni and Anteh. Princess Endahwarni was the daughter of the king and the queen while Anteh was the daughter of the lady-in-waiting. Anteh's mother died while she was a baby. The queen felt sorry to her and raised her like her own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anteh was more beautiful than Princess Endahwarni. She was often jealous with Anteh. However she still loved Anteh just like her little sister. The king and the queen thought it was time for princess Endahwarni to get married. A prince from a neighboring kingdom named Anantakusuma proposed the princess to marry him. The king and the queen had accepted the proposal. And it made Endahwani became very restless. She never met Anantakusuma yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before the wedding, Prince Anantakusuma came to talk about the wedding ceremony. While he passed the palace garden, he heard a girl singing a song beautifully. He came to the garden and saw a beautiful girl singing. He thought the girl was Princess Endahwarni. But he was wrong, the girl was Anteh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding could not be cancelled. During the ceremony, Princess Endahwarni saw that her husband was always looking at Anteh. She knew that her husband fell in love with Anteh. She was trying to steal her husband. She was very angry. She asked Anteh to leave the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anteh was very sad. She never fell in love with the prince or wanted to be his wife. Anteh then went to her mother's hometown. She stayed at her uncle's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by and Anteh was married and have two children. She helped her husband to earn the living by working as a tailor. The dresses she made were very beautiful. She became very famous. People then called her Nyai Anteh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Endahwarni heard that Nteh became a famous tailor. She was very guilty asking Anteh leave the palace. She wanted to apologize to Nyai Anteh by asking her to stay in the palace again. She even asked Nyai Anteh to become the palace tailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyai Anteh agreed but she asked her family to stay in the palace. Princess Endahwarni did not mind with that. And since then Nyai Anteh lived in the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyai Anteh had a pet. It was a cat. Every time Anteh was making a dress, the cat always accompanied her. Nyai Anteh was very happy that she could be back in the palace. But she did not know that prince Anantakusuma still love her. He secretly often looked at her. Although Nyai Anteh was not young anymore, she was still beautiful. And hat why the prince still loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful evening and the moon was full. Nyai Anteh and the cat were in the garden.  Nyai Anteh was weaving the dress. Suddenly the prince came to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anteh, I have to tell you something. I love you and I want to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that is impossible. I don't love you. You are married and I'm also married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyai Anteh was very scared. The prince was forced her to run away. Nyai Anteh prayed, "God, please help me. I don't want to live here anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly moonlight covered her body. Slowly the light lifted her and the cat. The light brought them to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince was very shocked. He regretted his behaviour. He was very sorry but it was too late. Nyai Anteh stayed in the moon and never came back to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said that we still can see the image of Nyai Anteh and the cat during full moon. We can see that Nyai Anteh is weaving. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-7123256575308778666?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She lived with her mother in a house near a jungle. Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas always helped her mother. When her mother worked in a rice field, Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas always stayed at home to clean up and cook. she was not allowed to go to the rice field. Her mother was afraid that a giant would kidnap her. Yes, there was a giant lived in the jungle. His name was I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Latang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hidung&lt;/span&gt;. He loved to eat young people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother always went home in the afternoon. She always asked Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas not to open the door while she worked. Her mother would sing a song, "Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas, I'm home. Please open the door" Then Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it happened. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lantang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hidung&lt;/span&gt; came to see the house. The giant was hungry. He banged the door. Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas was so scared. Because the door was not opened, the giant left. He was sure there was somebody in the house. He was hiding behind the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when her mother went home, the giant knew that the door would be opened when a song was sung. He planned to come back and he would sing the song. Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas told her mother about the giant. She was very happy that the door was not opened. Unfortunately, they did not know that the giant already knew their secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following afternoon, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lantang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hidung&lt;/span&gt; came. The giant sing the song, "Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas, I'm home. Please open the door." He imitated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas mother's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas thought it was her mother who came home. She opened the door and suddenly I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lantang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hidung&lt;/span&gt; grabbed her. The giant kidnapped her and brought her to his house in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her mother arrived, she was so shocked. The door was opened and her daughter was not home. She ran and cried. While she was looking for her daughter, she met a man. He was beating a cat. She felt sorry. She bought the cat from the man and kept the cat. Then she continued her journey, this time she saw a mouse was beaten by a man. She saved and bought the mouse. Later, she met a man who was beating a dog. Again, she saved and bought the dog. And finally she met a man who was trying to kill a snake. She also saved and bought the snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already dark. The mother decided to go home. She would look for her daughter later in the morning. At night, she remembered she remembered her daughter. She cried. The animals she saved were looking at her. They were carious. The cat asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was surprised. The animals could talk like humans. She explained that a giant kidnapped her daughter. The animals were so sorry. They wanted to reply her kindness. They would free Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas from the giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals went to the jungle. They saw the giant was sleeping and Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas was tied with a rope. They set a plan. The mouse would bit the rope. The cat would observe and told them when the giant woke up. The dog and the snake were ready to attack the giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to do their plan. The mouse slowly bit the rope. It started to loosen up. Finally she was free. Unfortunately, the giant woke up. The cat immediately told his friends. The mouse asked Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas to follow him. The dog and the snake immediately attacked the giant. The dog bit and the snake squeezed the giant, The giant was loosing so much blood. He finally died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals and Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas arrived home. Her mother was very happy. She did not worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;animore&lt;/span&gt; because the giant was dead, Since then, Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Timun&lt;/span&gt; Mas, her mother and the animals lived peacefully. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-4391812300881711?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They were very poor. They did not have any children yet. Every day they prayed to god to give them a child. One night the wife had a dream. An old man came to her and told her that she and her husband had to meditate for 100 days in the jungle. The wife told her husband about her dream. They hoped it was a sign from god to give them a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they went to the jungle. After spending for 100 days, they went home. And it was true! Not long after that the wife was pregnant. And nine months later the baby boy was born. The named him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Banaung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; grew as a handsome and strong young man. However he was not obedient. He never listened to his parents' advice. And it happened again when he wanted to hunt in the jungle. It was already dark and his parents asked him to wait until morning. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; ignored it. He insisted to go to the jungle to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents could not do anything. His father gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; a magic plate. The plate could help him in a difficult situation. After he received the plate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; went to the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; could not see clearly. And he had to face the worst risk. He was lost! He kept on walking and finally he crossed the jungle. He arrived in a village. there was a party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; saw a very beautiful girl. He came to her and introduced himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt;. her father was the head of the village. The party was her birthday party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; fell in love with her. And after the party was over, everybody went home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; also wanted to go home. He tried to memorized the way to go home. He was lucky. He could go back home. He arrived in the morning. His parents were so worried. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; did not tell them about his experience. He planned to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; again. And after his parents slept, he left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; again. She was happy to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt;. She also loved him. They continued to see each other in the following nights. And it made the villagers restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not like to see what  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; were doing every night. The villagers told the head of the village to do something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Intan's&lt;/span&gt; father had an idea. He came to a rich merchant and asked him to marry his son with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt;. The merchant agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of the village told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; that she would get married soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; was so sad. She told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; to propose  her soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; immediately told his parents. However they did not agree. They were poor and they thought it was not appropriate for him to propose a rich girl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; was so angry. He left the house. And he also brought the magic plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; asked her to run away. And while they were leaving the village, some villagers saw them. They tried to stop the couple. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; were running. They kept on running and finally they were at the side of a river. They had to cross the river but there was no sampan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; then remembered about his magic plate. He threw the magic plate to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, the plate grew bigger. He asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; to get on the plate. They used it as a sampan. While they were crossing the river, suddenly rain fell down heavily. There was a big storm. Heavy wind blew them upside down and finally they were drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the river changed into a lake. People named the lake as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Malawen&lt;/span&gt; Lake. People also believed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kumbang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Intan&lt;/span&gt; changed as white crocodiles. They stayed in the lake. Up to now people still believe that the white crocodiles still live in the lake. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-4688950239457656628?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Although they were very much different, they always helped each other. They always looked for food together. They met in the morning and looked for food until in the afternoon. At night they separated and went home to their own nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining. The quail and the weaver bird were under a big tree. While they were waiting for the rain stop, they were talking about their nests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My nest is great. It is very clean and strong. I made it by arranging the old leaves and the twigs. I'm really comfortable living in my nest," said the weaver bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my nest is great. It is also very strong. And I don't have to be bothered making it. I just need to find a big broken tree and I can live there," said the quail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But compared to your nest, my nest is better," said the weaver bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so. My nest is better than yours," said the quail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept arguing. Each of them said to have a better nest. What started as a little argument then turned to almost a fight. To prove whose nest was better, they agreed to stay in their nests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's stay in my nest tonight. Tomorrow we will stay in your nest," said the weaver bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I agree!" said the quail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a late in the afternoon. The were going to the weaver bird's nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest was at branch of a tree. It was high. The weaver bird did not have any problem reaching the nest. He was flying and in just a minute he arrived at his nest. Meanwhile the quail had problem arriving at the nest. He could not fly well. Instead, he tried to climb the tree. Finally he succeeded. He arrived at the weaver bird's nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weaver bird and the quail shared the nest. They started to sleep. Suddenly, the rain fell down heavily. The wind was blowing strongly. The branches of the tree were moving back and forth. The The quail was terrified. He was afraid he would fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do something! The branch is swinging. I don't want to fall down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. We are not going to fall down," said the weaver bird calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weaver bird continued to sleep. However, the quail could not sleep at all. He regretted his decision to spend the night at his friend's nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, they looked for food as usual. And in the afternoon they went to the quail's nest. And when they arrived, the weaver bird was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You live here? Under the big broken tree?" asked the weaver bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. And you don't have to worry with the wind. The tree is lying on the ground, so it won't swing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, they started to sleep. Then rain was falling down heavily. Unfortunately, water was slowly approaching the nest. And they were finally wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so cold," said the weaver bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, you will dry soon. Let's continue sleeping," said the quail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, the weaver bird complained about the quail's nest. The quail also complained about the weaver bird's nest. Then they realized that their life were different. Since then, they never said to have the better nest. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-3443419194889963144?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He had a lot of wives. His last wife was Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pasek&lt;/span&gt;. She was the most beautiful wife and that made the other wives were jealous. They often told bad things to the king. Sadly, the king was influenced and he finally asked Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Luh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pasek&lt;/span&gt; to leave the palace. Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Luh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pasek&lt;/span&gt; was very sad, but she had no other choice. She became very sad when she knew that she was pregnant! Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Luh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pasek&lt;/span&gt; arrived at a village. An old man felt very sorry with her condition. His name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jelantik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bogol&lt;/span&gt;. He was a holy man and had supernatural power. He married Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Luh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pasek&lt;/span&gt;. And when the baby was born, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jelantik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bogol&lt;/span&gt; named him I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt;. He loved I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gusti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; just like his own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; grew as a strong man. He also mastered a lot of skills such as martial arts and supernatural power. His step father taught him the skills. One day his step father asked him to go to a jungle in Den Hill. It was the place Ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Luh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pasek&lt;/span&gt; was born. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jelantik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bogol&lt;/span&gt; asked him to go there to get more supernatural power. Before he left, his step father gave him two weapons, a spear and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;keris&lt;/span&gt;, it's a traditional wavy double-bladed dagger. I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; did it. He went to the Den Hill and meditated. While he was meditating, a spirit of the jungle came to him. The spirit spoke to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a great king. Go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Panumbang&lt;/span&gt; beach, help the people there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; continued his journey. When he arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Panombangan&lt;/span&gt; Beach, there was an incident. There was a ship from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; sinking at the beach. The people had tried to help, but they did not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; wanted to help. He asked the people to stay away from the ship. He prayed and took out hos weapons. Suddenly, two big spirits came out of the spear and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;keris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; asked the spirits to pull the sinking ships back to sea. The people could not see the spirits. They only saw I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt; moving his hands. The spirits slowly pulled the ship. In just a minute, a ship just back in the sea. The owner was very happy. He gave some of his wealth to I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Gede&lt;/span&gt;. People were amazed with his power. they named him as I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Panji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Panji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt; went back to Den Hill. He started to build a village. People came one by one. I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;panji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt; protected them from bad people. Slowly the village became a kingdom. I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Panji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt; became the king and he named the kingdom as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Sukasada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;sukasada&lt;/span&gt; became a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;kigdom&lt;/span&gt;, I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Panji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt; planned to make another kingdom. He opened up a new area. It was full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;buleleng&lt;/span&gt; trees. Therefore he named the kingdom as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Buleleng&lt;/span&gt; Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also build a great palace. People named it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Singaraja&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Singa&lt;/span&gt; means lion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; means king. With his power I Gusti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Panji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Sakti&lt;/span&gt; was like a lion. He always protected his people from bad people. While he became a king, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Buleleng&lt;/span&gt; Kingdom was safe and prosperous. ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-490277128376488775?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The queen was beautiful and wise. She led the country peacefully. Many men from other kingdoms fell in love with her. However, the queen was not interested in them. Actually the queen was restless. She wanted to get married and have a baby soon. She wanted her child to be the next leader. She was still waiting for the right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen had a dream. A handsome man came to the kingdom. However a disaster came along with the arrival. The queen asked her advisors to interpret her dream. The advisors  asked the soldiers to guard the border of the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there was a big river at the border. People had to cross the river if they wanted to enter the border of the kingdom. The soldier were standing by to monitor anyone crossing the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and nights the soldiers were standing by the river. And one day, they saw a man was rowing a sampan. The soldiers were getting ready at the river side. And when the man arrived, the soldiers asked him, "Who are you? and why are you going to our kingdom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came from Cirebon Kingdom. My king asked me to meet your queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers did not want to take a risk. They asked the man to return and go back  home. However the man refused and the fight between them was unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had great skills in martial arts. He was able to defeat the soldiers. One soldier, escaped. He wanted to tell the queen that the man was coming to the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole soldiers were protecting the queen. But the queen asked them to welcome the man. She was really curious why he was sent to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the man arrived the palace. He talked to the queen politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your majesty, I'm here because my king sent me. Our kingdom is in great problem. People are suffering from strange illness. They are dying and many of them have died. The medicine to cure the illness is maja fruit that groe in your kingdom. Therefore I would like to have your kindness to give me some of the maja fruits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen was silent. She was thinking very hard. She was not thinking whether  she would give the fruits or not. It was not a problem for her. There were a lot of maja fruit trees in her kingdom. Giving some of the fruits would not be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she was thinking something else! She was thinking how handsome the man was. He was also powerful.  He was able to defeat the soldiers. And he was also very loyal. He did his duty from his kingdom to find the fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen than said,"You can get the fruits as many as you like. But there is one condition. You have to marry me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I cannot do that. I cannot marry you. I'm married and have a wife," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen was angry. She asked the soldiers to put the man in the jail. This time the man could not win the fight. There were too many soldiers fighting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after the man was in the jail, rain fell down heavily. There was also big storm! People were only staying in their houses. and in the morning, sun was shining brightly, suddenly people were screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The palace is gone! The queen is gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people were also screaming, "Maja langka! Maja Langka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means maja fruit are rare. People were very confused. They did not know why the palace, the queen and the maja fruits suddenly disappeared. They kept on talking about that and later they named the place as Majalangka. Slowly it became Majalengka.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-3383175672096902641?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Crown Prince Gajah Meram would marry a princess from Suka Negeri Kingdom. King Bikau Bermano asked his people to prepare a great party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the wedding procession was the bride and the bridegroom had to take a bath in the bath Lake. when they were swimming, suddenly the prince and the princess were gone. The soldier immediately jumped into the lake. But they could not find the prince and the princess. They were absolutely confused why the prince and the princess suddenly disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was sad. He asked all the soldiers to swim. But still the prince and the princess could not be found. Later an old holy man came to the king. He said that the prince and the princess were kidnapped by the seven-headed snake. He was the king of the snake and he had many snake soldiers. The only person that could help was a young man who had great skills in martial arts and supernatural power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man he meant was the king's youngest son. His name was Prince Gajah Merik. He was also the student of the holy man. The king was very touched when the Prince Gajah Merik was willing to find his older brother and his brother's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy man gave Prince Gajah Merik was not afraid of them. Instead, he fought them bravely. The snake soldiers could not fight him. Gajah Merik was so powerful. He could easily kill the snake soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally he was face-to-face with the snake king. He was a seven-headed snake. He was very angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you human! Why did you kill all my soldiers?" asked the snake king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They tried to stop me. I want to free my older brother and his wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will free them. But you have to do two things. First you have to make my dead soldiers live again. And second, you have to beat me of course. Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his power, Gajah Merik touched the dead snakes. Amazingly, they lived again. Then, the prince and the snake king were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the snake soldiers, the snake king was very powerful. He almost killed Gajah Merik. Fortunately, Gajah Merik had better skills. And after fighting for seven days. Gajah Merik won the fight. The snake king asked Gajah Merik to forgive him and let him free. Gajah Merik felt sorry and he let the snake king and his soldiers go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Gajah Merik brought Gajah Meram and his wife back to the palace. The king was very happy. He also planned to make Gajah Meram to be the new king. However, Gajah Meram refused it. He said Gajah Merik was better to be the next king. He was very courageous and powerful. He also had great heart. He was willing to sacrifice himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gajah Merik agreed to be the next king. But he asked his father to let the snake king and his soldiers to be his soldiers. The king agreed. Since then, the snake king and his soldiers became the soldiers of Gajah Merik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, people in Lebong, Bengkulu, believe that there is a seven-headed snake who guards the Test lake. They do not dare to say bad words when crossing the lake. Otherwise, the seven-headed snake will be angry!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-6895149647002614877?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She lived with her son. Her husband died many years ago. Her son's name was Andung. He always helped her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andung was in the jungle to collect some firewood. And while he was walking to go home, he heard someone asking for help. Andung was looking around and he saw an old man was injured. Andung immediately help him. The old man was really grateful. He gave Andung a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to have this necklace. You have already helped me and this is my gratitude to you. This necklace is great. It can cure all disease," said the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andung was really happy. It looked so beautiful. And when he arrived home, he gave it to his mother. She was very happy to receive the necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andung wanted to have a better life. He wanted to leave his home and had a better job. He told his plan to his mother. At first she did not agree. However, Andung insisted with his plan and his mother could not hold him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you go, please wear this necklace. I hope you will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andung had his journey and he finally arrived in a kingdom. When he arrived, he saw an old woman suffered skin rash. Andung really felt sorry. He then remembered the message from the old man who gave him the necklace. He tried to cure the old woman. He put the necklace into a glass of water. he asked the old woman to drink the water. Amazingly, the old woman was cured. She told everyone that Andung cured her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news spread very fast. Many sick people came to Andung. They all were cured. And the news about Andung was heard by the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess was ill. The king had already asked many healers to cure her. But none succeeded. The king asked Andung to cure his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andung was also sad to see the princess. She was so beautiful, and sadly she could not leave her room. She was very weak. Her illness forced her just to stay in her room.&lt;br /&gt;Andung put the necklace into the glass of water. He asked the princess to drink the water. And amazingly, she was cured. She was able to walk again. The king was extremely happy. He was so thankful to Andung. To show his gratitude, he asked Andung to marry the princess. Andung agreed. He then lived in the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the princess was pregnant. She wanted to eat a special fruit. However, the fruit was only found in the jungle. Andung then asked some soldiers to accompany him to go to the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;Andung knew the jungle very much. It was not far from his house. On the way to the jungle, he saw his mother. She was very old and poor. His mother was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andung? I'm so happy to see you," said his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Andung was ashamed with her. He did not want to admit her as his mother. "Who are you? I don't know you," said Andung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was very sad. She prayed to God to punish him. Andung suddenly could not move his body. He realize he was wrong. He tried to apologize to his mother but it was too late. Andung finally could not move his body at all. Slowly, he changed into a stone. The stone looked like a human dead body. It was slowly getting bigger and bigger. The stone then turned into a mountain. People named it as the mountain of human dead body or Gunung Bangkai.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-5380192249394007316?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was only shine for a while then it set to the west. Earth was in the dark most of the time. People did not like it. There were not many things they could do during the day. The wished to see the sun shine longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one man who really hated to be in the dark. His name was Rangga. Everyday he was thinking how he could make the sun shine long enough. One day he had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the sun is too big to move. If we can break it into some pieces, the sun can move quickly. Therefore we can have enough light from the sun," said Rangga to his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how can we break the sun?" asked one of his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can break it by throwing a spear. But it should be a magic spear," said Rangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can we get the magic spear?" asked his friend. We ask the elf to guide us to find the magic spear," asked Rangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rangga and his friends meditated in the jungle. It was not an easy thing to do. They were disturbed by wild animals. Luckily they had strong concentration. They were save from the animals. after a while, an elf finally came to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want my child?" asked the elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We want to break the sun. We need to find a magic spear," explained Rangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. the magic spear belongs to the great thief. You have to fight him and grabs the spears from him, said the elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangga and his friends understood. They knew about the great thief. They herd that he had a supernatural power. Luckily the elf had also give them the supernatural power to fight against the great thief. Rangga and his friends were looking for the great thief. They finally found him. At first Rangga nicely asked the great thief to give him the spear, but of course the thief refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why should I give you the spear so you can break the sun? I love darkness. I can steal easily, ha.. ha.. ha.." said the thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangga and his friend knew that they did not have other choice. Then they were fighting. Thanks to the supernatural power given by the elf. Rangga and friends won the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Rangga held the magic spear. He held it firmly. he did not want to waste the time. He wanted to throw the spear and break the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangga concentrated and threw the spear with great power towards the sun. and it worked! The sun was breaking into some pieces. The biggest piece became a moon and the small pieces became the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the sun shines long enough. and when it set to the west, the earth was not completely in the dark. 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He had ten beautiful daughters. His wife died a long time ago. All his daughters were named with colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their name were Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jambon&lt;/span&gt; (pink), Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt; (orange), Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biru&lt;/span&gt; (blue), Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; (green), Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kelabu&lt;/span&gt; (grey), etc. And the youngest was Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; (yellow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king loved all his daughters. However he was too busy with his jobs as the king. He asked the servant to take care of his daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His daughter became spoiled. But the youngest daughter was different. She was not spoiled. She often helped the servants. They loved her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the king planned to go a very far place. He asked what the gifts of the daughters wanted to have. They all said great things, like jewelries or beautiful dress. However Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; did not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about you, dear? Do you want anything?" asked the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you to come home safely, Father," said Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king smiled. He knew his youngest daughter had good personality.&lt;br /&gt;After the king went, all the daughters were fully take care by the servants. They had problems controlling the princess. All the princess became more naughty and spoiled. They often asked the servants to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The servants could not do anything. Consequently they did not have time to take care of the garden. It was messy. Leaves were every where. The garden was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; was sad to see the condition of the garden. She knew her father loved the garden. So she started to clean the garden. She swept the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, look, we have a new servant," said Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jingga&lt;/span&gt;. And they all were laughing at her. But Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the king came home. He brought all the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt;, this green stone necklace is for you. I'm sorry, I could not find the yellow one. I have tried to look for it but I did not find it," explained the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is all right, Father. I love it," said Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; often wore the necklace. It was very beautiful. It was matching with her yellow dress. Unfortunately, Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; were jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt;, the necklace is mine. The color is green right?" said Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; refused to give it to her. She knew Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; already got her gift. But Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; still insisted to get it. She talked to the other sisters that they planned to do something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; asked Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; to play in the garden. While they were playing, suddenly suddenly she grabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Putri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kemuning's&lt;/span&gt; necklace. The other sisters hit Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kemuning's&lt;/span&gt; head. They hit so hard and it made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Putri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; died. They all very confused, They then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; her in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the king was looking for all his daughter.s. He did not see Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt;. The daughters said that Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; ran away. But the king did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;belive&lt;/span&gt; them. He asked all the soldiers to find her. But they never found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was sad. He often thought about her. One day the king was in the garden . There was a tree growing. The leaves were like green stone necklace and the flowers were yellow. The flowers reminded him of Princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kemuning&lt;/span&gt;. He named it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bunga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kemuning&lt;/span&gt; or yellow flower. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-5485197582721936029?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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His name was Awang Garang. His job was not only fishing but he also often helped people building a new ship. Awang Garang was very skillful, that's why people always asked for his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the Sultan of Riau asked his soldiers to make him one ship. They were working days and nights. However the ship was not finished yet. The ship was always broken. The soldiers were scared. They were worried that the Sultan would be angry. They then asked Awang Garang to help them. He knew the problem. He said, "You have to use three different kinds of woods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right! The ship was strong. All the soldiers were very eager to finish the ship. Unfortunately, an accident happened. Awang Garang's right eye was hit by a hammer. He was so angry. He cursed the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I curse you not to able to sail in the sea," cursed Awang Garang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went home. His right eye was blind. Therefore he covered his eye with a black bandage.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the ship was finished. Strangely it could not go to the sea. It was still stranded  on the beach. All the soldiers pushed the ship to the sea but it did not move at all. One of them remembered about Awang Garang's curse. Later they went to Awang Garang's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to help us. You cursed the ship right? Now you have to make the ship sail in the sea!" said the soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will help you. But I need 37 young men along with their equipment. Besides that you also have to prepare seven pregnant woman wearing different colors of clothing. And remember, you all have to close your eyes when I'm working with those 37 men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed. Later 37 young men and seven pregnant women were standing beside the ship. Awang Garang ordered the 37 seven men to find some big trees. They cut down the trees and peeled the skin. Then they put the trees under the ship. Awang Garang asked the 37 men to be ready to push the ship. He asked the seven pregnant woman to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awang Garang then screamed, "Everybody, on three then you all push the ship. OK, one.. two.. three.. push!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the ship moved and it finally went to the sea. Everybody was happy. They all thanked Awang Garang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that the seven pregnant woman delivered their baby boys. The babies grew as great soldiers. And together with Awang Garang they fought against the pirates. Because they already helped the kingdom, then the Sultan gave titles as panglima or chief. Awang Garang became Panglima Hitam Elang and the seven soldiers had titles after the name of Awang Garang and the color of the cloth their mothers were wearing. They were Panglima Awang Merah (red), Panglima Awang Jingga (orange), Panglima Awang Kuning (yellow), Panglima Awang Ungu (purple), Panglima Awang Hijau (green), Panglima Awang Biru (blue) and Panglima Awang Nila (indigo). ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-593743603828125944?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He was a diligent farmer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt; always thought of how he could be richer.  One day, while he was at the rice field, a man passed by. His name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Sole. He brought a monkey. Me was a monkey tamer. He made money by doing peoples order to pick up the coconuts. He did not have to climb the coconut trees. He always asked his monkey to do that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soleh&lt;/span&gt;, where are you going?" asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to pick up some coconuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you get for the work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That depends. If the place is near from here, I got three coconuts. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; the place is far, I get five coconut. In one day, I can get 25 coconuts," answered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt; was thinking. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... if I can get 25 coconuts in one day, I could be rich. I can sell the coconuts at the market. I'm sure I can get a lot of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Soleh&lt;/span&gt;, do you want to sell your monkey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not my monkey. This belongs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Kari. I work for him. But I'm not sure about my job. I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Kari wants to sell all his monkeys," replied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Soleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I will buy all hos monkeys and you can work for me later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Kari and bought all his monkeys. He also hired all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; Kari's employees. He told the villagers to contact him if they needed service to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt; up the coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt; was right. He had a lot of money to his new business. He was richer. People then called him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt; Kayo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayo&lt;/span&gt; means rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt; Kayo was not satisfied. He wanted to get more money. So, he told his employees. "Now the fees of picking up the coconuts are raised. If the place is near from here, they have to pay five coconuts. And if the place is far from here, they have to pay ten coconuts," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the villagers will not agree. Its too expensive," said one of his employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care. They will not have a choice. I am the only one who has this business. The villagers will pay me after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the employees knew that was not a wise decision. They then planned to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt; was surprised. He heard noise around his house. When he peeped through the windows, he saw a lot of monkeys around his house. He asked for help, but no one dared to help him. He then asked help from his employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will help you, but you have to promise not to increase the fees!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I promise," said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Isun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers were laughing. They always talked about a rich man who was surrounded by his own monkeys.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5100712108836840233-1627767180517761349?l=indonesianfolklore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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