Jaka Tarub and the Seven Nymphs

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       Jaka Tarub and the Seven NymphsOnce upon a time, there lived a widow in the village near the forest. She had a handsome and dashing son. Her son’s name was Joko Tarub. They lived in small hut. Days by days they cultivated their rice field and her son looked for fire woods in the forest.

       One day, when he looked for fire woods, he heard the sound of some girls laughing. As the place is deep inside the forest, Jaka Tarub wondered why there were girls there. Slowly he followed the sound and arrived at a small pond. By peeping trough the bushes, he saw seven beautiful girls taking a bath. He was really amazed by their beauty. After they had finished taking a bath, the girls slowly took their shawls. Amazingly after they wore the shawls, they flew to the sky. They were not humans. They were nymphs.

       After that Jaka Tarub went home. At home, he was very restless. He was still thinking about those seven beautiful girls.

       On the next day, Jaka Tarub then decided to go back to the small pond. There he saw the same thing again.  This time Joko Tarub had an idea.  He searched for their shawls and when he found them he took one of them.  As they had finished swimming and taking a bath, they looked for their shawls.  One of them could not find her shawl.  Her friends had to come back to heaven so they left her.  She was crying while staying in the water.  Joko Tarup approached her.

       “Why are you crying lady?” Asked Jaka Tarub

       “I lose my shawl so I cannot go home”

       “Where is your home?”

       “I live in heaven.  I’m a nymph.  My name is Nawang Wulan.  But I lose my shawl so I cannot fly anymore.”

       “If you don’t mind I will take you home”

      Since she did not know where to go, Nawang Wulan decided to follow Jaka Tarub. However she didn’t say anything to express her agreement, she just nodded of her head.

       “OK, let’s go to my house.” Said Jaka Tarub. Then they went to Jaka Tarub’s house.

       After staying for almost a month together in the hut, they decided to get married. And after a year they had a beautiful daughter named Kumalasari. They lived happily and peacefully in the hut. Days by days Jaka Tarub worked in his field planting rice and other crops while Nawang Wulan and her mother in law did the house jobs and also looked after Kumalasari.

       One day, Jaka Tarub did not go to field. He stayed at home. He wanted to take care of Kumalasari on that day. Nawang Wulan wanted to wash their clothes in the river. She asked her husband to keep an eye on Kumalasari and told him not to open the pan cover in the kitchen before the rice was done. This made him so curious that it led Jaka Tarub not to obey what Nawang Wulan told. He opened the pan cover. How surprised that he saw his wife cooked only single paddy rice. And since then the stock of rice in their store room diminished slowly and slowly of Jaka Tarub’s carelessness.

       Then one day when she took rice which almost empty, she was very surprised.  Nawang Wulan found her shawl.  It was hidden there under piles of rice.  She immediately wore it and talked to Joko Tarub

       “My dear husband, now I know what you did to me.”

       “Forgive me, my dear.  I admit that I did this because I love you.”

       “I love you too.  But now I find my shawl.  I must come back to heaven.  I am a nymph.  My place is not here.  I have to go now”.

       “How about Kumalasari?  She needs you”

       “I will leave her but don’t worry.  I will take care of her.  Anytime she needs me I will be here.  For that purpose please build a tower. When Kumalasari cries put her there then call my name. I will come immediately.  But I will be invisible to you.  Good bye dear.”

       Nawang Wulan then flew to the sky. Jaka Tarub was really sad. And to keep the promise, Joko Tarup built a tower behind his house.  Every time Kumalasari cried he would put her there.  Nawang Wulan would come and take care of Kumalasari.

       That’s all about Jaka Tarub and the Seven Nymphs.

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