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    On the night of the flood. Mr. Sarkawi and his wife were on their way home from visiting his brother in another village. They went home by bicycle, Mr. Sarkawi peddling and Mrs. Sarkawi on the back seat. They just left his brother’s village when it suddenly began to rain. They stopped at the side of the road and wheeled the bicycle under a shade. It was a hut belonging to Mr. Sarkawi’s neighbour.

    The rain did not stop. It even got heavier and heavier. water poured down very hard. Dark clouds hung heavily in the sky. They started to get tired and worried. “This will take a long time”, Mrs. Sarkawi said. Mr. Sarkawi though the same thing. “we must get moving”, he said. “the children might be in danger.” His wife agreed and she took the raincoat from her bag.

    They were on the bicycle again, under one raincoat. Mr. Sarkawi peddled as fast as he could and the rain poured even harder. Suddenly, they heard the sound of ‘kentongan’ from the direction of their village. Mr. Sarkawi tried to peddler harder. Mrs. Sarkawi got very worried too, but she kept silent. They knew that something bad was happening in their village.

    They finally reached the gate of their village. The road was flooded. The water rose knee-high. People were running in and out their houses. Now, Mr. Sarkawi had to push the bicycle toward their house. He put the bicycle in the shade and they burst into their house. Their two children were pushing chairs to the side of the room. They were glad that their parents were home. Now, everybody was busy packing some clothes and other things. Outside, the water rose still higher. They gathered their bags and things in the front room. They waited for the truck that would take them to a safer place.

It started to rain….