Folklore for Kids: The Origin of Girilawungan: A West Java Folktale of a Stolen Shawl and a Broken Promise

Chapter 1: The Wise King and His Devoted Sister

Long, long ago, in the green highlands of Majalengka, West Java, there stood a peaceful kingdom called Giri. It was ruled by a kind and wise king named Raja Giri Layang, who governed together with his beloved younger sister, Putri Giri Larang. Both of them were descendants of the great Pajajaran kingdom, and both carried its wisdom and grace in their hearts.

The King cared deeply for his people. More than anything, he wanted his kingdom to prosper through good farming, so he appointed a trusted patih — a royal minister — named Patih Endang Capang, whose duty was to travel from village to village teaching the farmers.

"Patih Endang Capang," the King said one morning, "go and see that the fields are fertilized well, that the irrigation flows freely, and that the forests are cleared properly for planting. Our people's happiness depends on full stomachs and honest work."

"Patih Endang Capang: 'As you wish, Your Majesty. I shall not rest until every farmer in Giri knows how to make the land bloom.'"

And so it was. Thanks to the Patih's tireless efforts, the harvests were bountiful, and the kingdom flourished. The villagers lived simply and happily. Since there were not yet many people, houses stood far apart from one another, yet nobody felt afraid, for the land was gentle and the neighbors kind.

When trading, the people did not use coins. Instead, they bartered goods, measuring rice or spices with coconut shells and hollow bamboo segments. At night, when the sun sank behind the mountains, oil lamps were lit in every home — oil pressed from walnut seeds, keliki seeds, and jatropha seeds — and the soft, warm light spilled out into the dark. From house to house, the gentle songs of the xylophone and the flute drifted through the evening air, filling the kingdom with music until the stars came out.

Chapter 2: The Princess Who Wished to Travel

One quiet afternoon, Putri Giri Larang came before her brother the King with a request that had been resting heavily on her heart.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Kakanda — dear brother — for many years now I have stood beside you, helping to care for our kingdom. But I confess, there is still so much I do not know. I wish to travel far from home, across rivers and mountains, to seek greater knowledge and wisdom. Will you allow me to go?'"

The King fell silent. He looked at his sister for a long moment, and then let out a heavy sigh, for he loved her more than his own life.

"Raja Giri Layang: 'Adinda, my dear little sister... you ask a hard thing of me. I fear for you every time you step beyond these walls. The world outside is vast, and I cannot always be there to protect you. But I see the fire of learning in your eyes, and I will not be the one to smother it. Very well — go, and may your journey bring you wisdom and joy.'"

He paused, and his voice grew firm, like a father giving his final warning.

"Raja Giri Layang: 'But listen carefully, Adinda. Take with you water from the Sudajaya well, and travel only toward the east. Whatever happens, do not cross beyond the border of our kingdom — for the moment you do, your magic and your strength will vanish, and you will be as helpless as any ordinary traveler.'"

Putri Giri Larang bowed low before her brother, her heart full of gratitude.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Thank you, Kakanda. I will carry your words with me always, and I promise I shall never forget them.'"

And so, with a small bundle on her back and her brother's blessing in her heart, Princess Giri Larang set out alone into the wide unknown world.

Chapter 3: The Hidden Lake in the Forest

The princess walked for days that turned into weeks, and weeks that turned into months. She climbed steep mountains and descended into shadowed valleys, passed through whispering forests, and crossed cliffs so narrow that a single misstep could mean disaster. Yet no matter how tired her legs became, her spirit remained light, for every new place filled her with wonder.

At last, after many long months of travel, Putri Giri Larang arrived at a wild and untouched land, deep in the heart of an ancient forest. All around her, the trees stood tall and silent, some of them hundreds of years old, their branches heavy with hanging vines. Monkeys chattered and swung between the branches, birds sang from hidden nests, and the forest buzzed with a thousand unseen creatures. But the princess, brave and curious, was not afraid. She pressed onward beneath the towering trees.

Then, quite suddenly, the forest opened before her — and there, glimmering under the sunlight, lay a breathtaking lake, ringed by gardens more beautiful than anything she had ever seen.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Oh, how wonderful... but who could have built such a lovely garden, hidden so deep within this wild forest?'"

Tired from her long journey and enchanted by the beauty around her, the princess decided to rest a while and bathe in the cool, clear waters of the lake.

Chapter 4: The Stolen Shawl

What Princess Giri Larang did not know was that she was being watched. Hidden among the bushes stood a patih of the great Majapahit kingdom, whose duty it was to guard this very lake — a secret retreat built on the orders of the King of Majapahit himself, a place where he could rest quietly after his hunting trips in the forest.

When the Majapahit patih saw the princess bathing, he could hardly believe his eyes. Never had he seen such beauty.

"Majapahit Patih (whispering to himself): 'Our King does not yet have a wife... and here stands a woman fit to be an empress! I must bring her to the Majapahit kingdom, whatever it takes. I know just what to do — I shall take her shawl!'"

Quietly, he crept forward and snatched the princess's shawl from where it lay upon the grass.

Startled, Putri Giri Larang spun around at once.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Hey! Who are you? Why have you stolen my shawl? Give it back to me at once!'"

The patih bowed with an exaggerated, teasing smile.

"Majapahit Patih: 'Forgive me, O beautiful princess. It is not my wish to disrespect you — but our great King of Majapahit has no wife, and you would make him a fine empress indeed. If you wish to have your shawl back... you must catch me first!'"

"Putri Giri Larang: 'You thief! How dare you! Stop this instant and return what is mine!'"

But the patih paid her no heed. Laughing, he turned and dashed toward the Majapahit kingdom, hoping the princess would chase him all the way there. And chase him she did — for what woman would simply let a thief run off with her belongings?

Yet unbeknownst to her, the patih possessed strange and hidden powers, and no matter how fast she ran, she could never quite catch him. On and on they ran, deeper and deeper — until, without realizing it, Princess Giri Larang crossed the very border her brother had warned her never to cross.

The moment her foot touched Majapahit soil, she remembered her brother's words — but it was too late. A terrible weakness spread through her body as her magic drained away, leaving her as fragile as any ordinary girl.

Chapter 5: A Reluctant Marriage

Weak and without her powers, Princess Giri Larang had no strength left to resist. She was brought before the King of Majapahit himself, and the patih proudly presented her as a gift.

"Majapahit Patih: 'Your Majesty, I have brought you a woman of unmatched beauty — surely fit to be your queen!'"

The King's eyes widened the moment he saw her, and he was instantly enchanted.

"King of Majapahit: 'O lovely princess, do not fear me. I shall return your shawl to you — and if you wish, I shall replace it with a dozen finer than the one you lost! Tell me, who are you?'"

Even weakened, the princess's spirit remained proud and unbroken. She lifted her chin and spoke boldly.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Careful how you speak, thief-king. I am Putri Giri Larang, descendant of Pajajaran, and the true sister of King Giri Layang of the Kingdom of Giri. Now return my shawl at once!'"

The King's eyes lit up even further at her words.

"King of Majapahit: 'A princess of Giri, and descended from Pajajaran? Then fortune has truly smiled upon me today! Tell me, princess — will you become my wife? I have long searched for a worthy queen. Agree, and your shawl shall be returned to you this very moment. Refuse... and I shall keep it.'"

Weak and far from home, with no strength left to resist, the princess had little choice but to accept — though not without setting her own condition.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Very well, I shall be your wife. But hear my one condition clearly: you must never, ever interfere in the affairs of women. Break this promise, and I shall return to my brother's kingdom without hesitation.'"

The King, overjoyed simply to have won her hand, agreed at once.

"King of Majapahit: 'I swear it. Not once shall I interfere.'"

And so a magnificent royal wedding was held, and the people of Majapahit rejoiced to see their King finally take a queen. Not long after, Princess Giri Larang discovered she was expecting a child, and the King felt his happiness was complete.

Chapter 6: A Broken Promise

Life in the palace continued peacefully — until one particularly hot afternoon, while Putri Giri Larang was cooking rice for the household. After covering the pot, she went to bathe, leaving her cooking unattended for just a little while.

As it happened, the King passed by the kitchen and noticed his wife was nowhere to be seen. Curiosity got the better of him, and he lifted the lid of the cooking pot to peek inside.

To his utter astonishment, he found only a single grain of rice sitting inside the pot — nothing more.

When the princess returned from her bath, the King could not contain his questions.

"King of Majapahit: 'My dear wife, I happened to look into your cooking pot just now... and I saw only one single grain of rice inside. How could that possibly be enough to feed our entire household?'"

The moment she heard his words, Putri Giri Larang's face turned pale with anger.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'My husband... did you not promise me, on the very day we were wed, that you would never interfere in the affairs of women? Yet just now, you have broken that sacred promise. There is nothing more to be said. I shall return to my brother's kingdom, as I warned you I would.'"

The King's face fell in horror at his own foolishness.

"King of Majapahit: 'Oh, what have I done... Forgive me, my beloved wife! I forgot my own promise in a moment of careless curiosity. Please, I beg you, give me another chance — I swear I shall never repeat this mistake again!'"

But it was too late. The princess's trust had already been broken.

Chapter 7: Home to the Kingdom of Giri

That very night, unable to forgive the broken promise, Princess Giri Larang quietly slipped away from the Majapahit palace and journeyed back to her homeland. When she finally arrived at her brother's kingdom, she could no longer hold back her tears.

"Putri Giri Larang: 'Kakanda, forgive me... I broke your warning long ago, and this is the price I have paid for my foolishness.'"

But Raja Giri Layang, seeing his beloved sister safely home again, felt no anger in his heart — only relief and love.

"Raja Giri Layang: 'Do not weep, my dear sister. What is done is done — rice has already turned to porridge, and no tears can undo it now. All that matters is that you are home, and that you are safe. Rest now, for you are carrying a child, and that child will need a strong and healthy mother.'"

From that day on, the King cared for his pregnant sister with the greatest patience and tenderness, and in time, Putri Giri Larang gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him Adipati Jatiserang — the young Duke of Jatiserang.

Chapter 8: The Underground Hiding Place

Though she was safe at home, Princess Giri Larang could never quite rest easy. Deep in her heart, a fear grew stronger every day: that one day, the King of Majapahit — the father of her son — would come to claim little Jatiserang and take him away forever. At last, she could no longer keep her worry to herself, and she confided in her brother.

Raja Giri Layang listened carefully. He knew that his small kingdom could never hope to match the might of the great Majapahit army in open battle — and more than anything, he refused to drag his beloved people into a war that was not theirs to fight. So instead, he called together his most trusted advisor, Patih Endang Capang, along with his ministers, to seek a wiser solution.

After much discussion, they agreed upon a clever plan: they would hide.

The King ordered four great pits to be dug deep into the earth — secret hiding places large enough to shelter the entire royal family. And when all was ready, the King, his sister, little Jatiserang, and the rest of the royal household descended quietly into the underground chambers to wait, safe and hidden from the eyes of the world above.

Chapter 9: The Search for Princess Giri Larang

It was not long before Majapahit soldiers arrived at the gates of the Kingdom of Giri, led by two fierce patihs — Patih Mangkunagara and Patih Surapati. Their orders were clear: bring back Princess Giri Larang and young Duke Jatiserang, by force if necessary.

They marched into the royal palace, where they were met by the ever-loyal Patih Endang Capang, standing guard as calmly as ever.

"Majapahit Patihs: 'We have come for Princess Giri Larang. She is the rightful empress of Majapahit, and our King commands that she return home at once — along with her son.'"

Patih Endang Capang bowed respectfully, his face betraying nothing.

"Patih Endang Capang: 'I am sorry, my lords, but Princess Giri Larang and King Giri Layang have both passed away. As for young Adipati Jatiserang, he is currently studying far across the sea.'"

The two patihs exchanged suspicious glances, unwilling to believe such a convenient story.

"Majapahit Patihs: 'Do not lie to us! We refuse to believe such a tale!'"

"Patih Endang Capang: 'If you do not believe me, then come — I shall personally guide you to the graves of King Giri Layang and Princess Giri Larang myself.'"

Chapter 10: The Power That Could Not Be Dug Up

Patih Endang Capang led the Majapahit soldiers to the very spot where the royal family lay hidden underground. There, the soldiers found four small mounds of earth, each shaped like a fresh burial site. Still doubtful, the two patihs ordered their soldiers to dig up the graves and prove the truth once and for all.

But the moment the soldiers lifted their shovels to strike the earth, something extraordinary happened — a strange and powerful force swept over them, and one by one, the strongest Majapahit warriors collapsed to the ground, utterly drained of strength. Unknown to them, the hidden power of Princess Giri Larang and King Giri Layang, resting quietly beneath the soil, had absorbed the very strength from their bodies.

"Patih Mangkunagara: 'Enough! Stop the digging at once! I am certain now that they are truly hidden below — but their power is far too great for us to overcome.'"

Chapter 11: Ngalawung — Face to Face

Defeated and afraid, the two Majapahit patihs gathered their remaining soldiers to discuss what to do next.

"Patih Mangkunagara: 'If we return to Majapahit empty-handed, our King will surely fly into a rage, and who knows what punishment awaits us. Perhaps... it is wiser that we do not return at all. Let us simply remain here and wait — wait until they finally emerge from their hiding place.'"

And so it was decided. Rather than return home in disgrace, the Majapahit soldiers chose to stay in that very place, sitting quietly, facing the earth where the royal family lay hidden — waiting, and waiting, for a day that would never come.

In the Sundanese language, this act of sitting quietly, face to face, waiting patiently, is called "ngalawung." And so, in memory of the Majapahit soldiers who sat there in defeat, the Kingdom of Giri came to be known by a new name — Girilawung, later spoken as Girilawungan. Even the small village where the Majapahit patih and his soldiers once waited became known as Babakan Jawa, a name that endures to this very day.

And that, dear children, is the tale of how the land of Girilawungan came to have its name — born not from a battle won with swords, but from a promise broken, a mother's love, and patience deep enough to outlast even the mightiest of kingdoms.

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Monday, 20 July 2020

The Origin of Girilawungan: A West Java Folktale of a Stolen Shawl and a Broken Promise