The Benevolent King of Sunda

    By wulan ayu lestari

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    08 Apr, 2025

    Prabu Siliwangi, the kind king, steps out of his palace, his eyes glistening with warmth and kindness. He walks towards his golden chariot, the morning light reflecting off its polished surface.

    Two majestic white horses, their coats gleaming in the sun, stand ready to embark on their daily journey. "Good morning, my friends," he greets, patting the horses gently.

    Prabu Siliwangi waves at the villagers, his smile as bright as the dawn itself. "Hello, children!" he calls out warmly.

    The children respond with cheerful shouts and laughter, their voices echoing through the village.

    Raka, a spirited young boy, mimics the king, pulling a makeshift chariot crafted from cardboard and string. "Look, I'm Prabu Siliwangi!" he announces, much to the delight of his friends.

    The vibrant village has fallen silent, the absence of water casting a shadow over the land. Faces that once beamed with joy now wear expressions of concern.

    Murmurs of despair ripple through the crowd. Prabu Siliwangi observes the scene, determination in his eyes.

    "Fear not, my people. We shall find a solution," he assures them.

    Prabu Siliwangi guides his horses with gentle but firm hands, the rhythmic sound of the wheels a constant companion. His heart is set on the mountain spring, a source of hope and renewal.

    "We shall bring back the water that feeds the soul of our land," he resolves, his voice unwavering.

    The villagers gather around excitedly, their eyes filled with gratitude and relief. Prabu Siliwangi oversees the distribution of water, his presence a beacon of hope.

    Laughter and cheer return to the village as the precious liquid restores life to the parched land. "Let us celebrate the bonds that unite us," he proclaims, his voice carrying warmth and sincerity.

    Raka and his friends play with their toy chariots, their laughter a testament to the joy that has returned. Prabu Siliwangi watches the scene with contentment, his heart full.

    "Together, we have overcome," he reflects, the celebration a reminder of their unity and resilience.

    Prabu Siliwangi, the kind king, steps out of his palace, his eyes glistening with warmth and kindness. He walks towards his golden chariot, the morning light reflecting off its polished surface. Two majestic white horses, their coats gleaming in the sun, stand ready to embark on their daily journey. "Good morning, my friends," he greets, patting the horses gently.
    Prabu Siliwangi waves at the villagers, his smile as bright as the dawn itself. "Hello, children!" he calls out warmly. The children respond with cheerful shouts and laughter, their voices echoing through the village. Raka, a spirited young boy, mimics the king, pulling a makeshift chariot crafted from cardboard and string. "Look, I'm Prabu Siliwangi!" he announces, much to the delight of his friends.
    The vibrant village has fallen silent, the absence of water casting a shadow over the land. Faces that once beamed with joy now wear expressions of concern. Murmurs of despair ripple through the crowd. Prabu Siliwangi observes the scene, determination in his eyes. "Fear not, my people. We shall find a solution," he assures them.
    Prabu Siliwangi guides his horses with gentle but firm hands, the rhythmic sound of the wheels a constant companion. His heart is set on the mountain spring, a source of hope and renewal. "We shall bring back the water that feeds the soul of our land," he resolves, his voice unwavering.
    The villagers gather around excitedly, their eyes filled with gratitude and relief. Prabu Siliwangi oversees the distribution of water, his presence a beacon of hope. Laughter and cheer return to the village as the precious liquid restores life to the parched land. "Let us celebrate the bonds that unite us," he proclaims, his voice carrying warmth and sincerity.
    Raka and his friends play with their toy chariots, their laughter a testament to the joy that has returned. Prabu Siliwangi watches the scene with contentment, his heart full. "Together, we have overcome," he reflects, the celebration a reminder of their unity and resilience.