Kitchen caught fire!!!

On the 11th day when I reach Bintulu, another bad thing occurred... my house kitchen caught fire. This was really a trilling experience. Out of my conscious, I reacted so calmly.

The fire was too big, taller than me, and it came out of control as my mother nervously poured water over the burnt kerosene. I tried to stop but it was too late. I ran out to the car porch, eventually I found the fire extinguisher (CO2). (Luckily it was still there) With all strength, (I don’t know where the strength came from), I pulled the safety tag and safety pin, without a second thought, I sprayed towards the fierce burning fire. I was choked by the smoke, but I knew I couldn’t stop, I had to keep spraying towards the fire or else the fire would caused explosion to the gas stove which was just a feet away from the spot of the fire. Thank God, in less than one minute the fire ceased. Leaving the whole kitchen in black, the carpet ruined and I nearly fainted due to lack air. Luckily, my mom was alright. She was just in shocked.

A lot of people gathered outside my house to have a view but none helped. I wondered whether this was the attitude of a Malaysian!

I shouldn’t say much. Really thank God. Out of all the misfortune, we were just so fortunate… After the fire, I called my dad, he was with his work on site. But once he heard that he came home immediately. He thought that my mom and I were terrified! Indeed we were still alright. Cleaning up the house and clearing all the burnt material it used up nearly 6 hours. Really exhausting! This is the first time I felt that I had grown up, know how to react in emergency!