The Eighth Day of CNY

Believe it or not, but this was what happened on the eighth day of CNY.

My parents intended to drive me to Sibu Airport this morning. My flight was at 7A.M., heading for Kuching, then transited to KL. It was a fine journey along the way from Sarikei to Sibu. Thing went exactly the contrary when we were approaching Sing Kwong supermarket. The road was flooded. My dad thought the water level was fine to 'swim through.'

Unfortunately, the water level was so deep that our car was caught in the flood. The car engine was wet and my dad had failed to on the engine. We were caught in the water. The water was filling in the car and the seats were all wet. We had to take off our shoes and pull up our tracks and jeans to go out from the car. The car was literally floating on the water. I was so worried that the car would float away as when the pick-ups such as Hilux 'swimmed' besides our car, the car was really floating like a boat.

I was really panic and my mind was blank. Suddenly. God reminded me of Walter, who was on the same flight with me. After browsing through my phonebook, I lost his home telephone number as my phone was stolen last time. Then, I called Jimmy to ask for the number. Fortunately, he had it. After thinking twice, Walter was not using a Hilux. I was afraid that he would get trapped in the flood as well. So, I dropped the option.

We had no other options but to call those who has a Hilux or a pick-up. The first person that came across my mind was my brother-in-law. I called my sister. There was nobody answering the phone. Okay... Second trial... Third trial... Finally, my sister picked up the phone. Thank God.

I told her our location. She said that my brother-in-law would be rescuing us. She could not come along because my nieces needed companion.

As we were waiting, there were many people stopping by, wondering whether they could 'swim' through. There was one fellow, who was going to the airport as well, kindly asked me whether I wanted to go with him. Thank you for your kindness, Mr Unknown. Guess what! I refused to follow him. What was in my mind was that I was worried about my parents. I could not just let them caught in the flood.

After I told my parents the good intention of the driver just now, I was having a good scold from my parents. They said I would have followed them to the airport because it was 5 something in the morning already and my brother-in-law was still searching his way to rescue us.

Finally, the hero (my brother-in-law) arrived. Immediately, he sent me to the airport. He bought me breakfast as well. It was so thoughtful of him. I really appreciate that.

After I reached KL, I was still very worried about my parents. I phoned them several times. Thank God that they informed the tucking company and the car was tucked to the workshop and got repaired. My dad spent RM200 for that.

I feel so guilty because it happened because they were sending me to the airport. I feel guilty because they were shocked and stunned by the incident. However, my youngest aunt told me that not to feel so because it was not my fault at all. That really helped. Who knows the flood was so serious that it made all the Vivas, Myvis and Kancils into boats?!!

I wanna thank the following people for their help in today's incident:
- My parents (for the good and kind intention to send me to the airport and taking the risk to swim through the dangerous water)
- My sister and my brother-in-law (for sending me to the airport)
- My aunts (for consoling and comforting me after the incident)
- Walter and his family (for attempting to rescue me from the flood)
- Jimmy (for willing to accept my call at 5A.M..)
- Last but equally important, thank God for keeping me calm and making me arrived KL and UKM safe and sound. You are al-mighty.)