Since the earliest times in human history, the sun has pursued the moon across the sky seeking revenge for the loss of his children.

When the earth had only just been molded from the heavenly clay by his daughter Si Borudea, the great God Mulojadi created nine suns. They would provide light for his grandchildren and dry the soaked earth. After a few years the earth was no longer wet. It became parched, and the air was very hot. Every day the earthlings longed for nothing so much as sunset. Even today, the people still celebrate the beginning of the night with songs and the music of zithers and guitars.

One night, when the day had been hotter than ever, the people flocked to an open plain to await the full moon. Majestically, it rose, and the people prayed: "Oh, Moon, mother of ten thousand stars, please help us! Liberate us from the power of the nine scorching suns."

To their great joy, the Moon answered them in their own language: "Dear people, I have no power to meet the suns in battle. But I will think of a stratagem to overcome them by cunning. Four weeks from now I will come back in my full form, and with me I will bring the answer. Meet me here again in four weeks' time."