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(Opening music)
Narrator :
A long, long time ago, there was a very good-looking young man lived with his widowed mother in a
small village. Jaka Tarub was his name. He was very courageous, wise, polite and off course hmm
handsome.
He was always friendly to others and respected to old people. Everybody loved him. Even, his mother
loved him very much. However, he wasnt spoiled or snob. His hobby was hunting bird with laser gun
One day, he went to the forest in order to look for birds as much as possible. But, the atmosphere of
the forest was very unusual. There were no birds at all. And he didnt realize that he became far and far in the
jungle. Because of his tiredness, he relaxed under the tree.
(Music of Jaka Tarub hunting birds with his laser gun)
JT : Oh shit! I cannot anything to be hunted. How poor I am today. How tired I am now. I wants to sleep here. Who
knows there will be a wonderful thing happen here. (Aaaauuuuh)
(Jaka Tarub is going asleep)
(Music of the angels flying down to the earth)
A1 : What a bright day!
A2 : I cant stand to jump in the lake!
A3 : Yes, its really beautiful. I cannot believe. I could stay in a place thats only in my dream.
A4 : The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, the birds are chewing soundly.
A5 : Look at the water! Its very clear, I can see my face on it.
A1 : But, its pretty cold. Br . Br . Br .!
A6 : Thanks to Gusti Allah for blessing us such a nice day!
A7 : Hi, Can we start to take a bath now?
All : Thats a good idea!
A8 : Interruption!!! Im allergic of mountain water. I am used to take bath in the bathtub with warm water and my
private VIP swimming pool.
All : Huuu .
A9 : Suppose, you bring your own bathtub
(Music of the angels taking a bath)
A10 : Luckily, I bring with me my shampoo merang and klerek. Whos scare!
A11 : Who need sepet and amplas to scrub the skin. It will make your skin soft.
A6 : Wow, I can see Indonesia map on your back.
All : Hii .
A11 : Really? So you can study Geography on my back!
(Music of sorrow)
NW : Oh God, could you show me where my clothes is?
How I can fly if I cannot find it
JT : (A little coughing) Hello, girl. What are you doing here. Alone in the jungle. Is there anything that I can help you?
NW : (Wiping her tears quickly) Oh Who are you?
JT : OK, my name is Jaka Tarub. Im from Tarub, a small village near here. And how are you?
NW : Well, actually, I am not human like you. I am an angel, my name is Nawang Wulan. My friends and I
often come here to have bathing. But there is a trouble, I cannot find my clothes, so, my friends left me and I
cannot fly to return in heaven
JT : Oh, Im sorry to hear that. Meanwhile, youre regretting your bad luck, why dont you come to my house in
Tarub. I live with my mother, you can live with us, but frankly, I expect more than that.
NW : What do you expect from me?
NW : Oh !
NW :(her cheeks arouse red, feeling ashamed) Oh you expect too much from me. But I dont have any choice. Okay,
I accept your proposal, but first, can you give me clothes. I feel terrible cold.
JT : Oh, I am glad to hear that. Here is the clothes! I am waiting for you over there
NW : Thank You
JT : Have you?
NW : Yes, I have.
JT : Come on!
Narator :
The next day, Jaka Tarubs mother hold wedding party in her house. All of the villagers come and
feel happy about the marriage. Except, all the girls in that village, they were broken heart, because there is no
chance to be Jaka Tarubs wife anymore. Nawangwulan, the bride, looks beautiful in her wedding suit, also
does Jaka Tarub. He looks courageous. Both of them are extremely happy
Narator :
Time passed by, the harmonious couple live in a peaceful family, with a cuddly baby girl. However,
it doesnt take longer when a serious matter comes.
Nawangwulan, who is restless, starts to wonder about her lost shawl. Many questions come to her
mind. She thinks its impossible if her clothes is just merely disappeared. So, she decided to observe her case.
Many ways have been done; hiring a detective, reporting to the police and the last, going to the superstitious-
man. Someone says that there is a fabulous superstitious-man in a neighborhood village. She is interested to
go there.
(Nawang Wulan talks herself)
NW : Its impossible if my shawl was just disappeared. Where is it? Was there someone who stole it? I must find out
about this.
NW : Where is my shawl? There will be here oh, no. May be over there, oh, nothing here. May be over here, oh, here
it is!
daughter) : Sorry baby, mommy cant bring up you, but mommy will always love you . Good bye, darling, sorry.
(Closing music)