Q /kju/
The last thing I remember is my
bike flew on the air and my helmet fell
Suddenly, I’m awaken by a strange, but familiar smell and the cold surface beneath my back. I’m
trying to sit but my body is sore
all over. What am I wearing? Nothing but
white cloth covering my whole body? Where’re my bike pants? My helmet and my
biking shoes? I feel panicked as I’m afraid of darkness, but this room is so
dimly lit by ...., I don’t know where the light source is. I’m trying to touch my painful head but my hands
are tightly strapped in front of my chest. I’m about to scream but the cotton
is in my mouth...yuck!!! I spit it out.
And, where am I now? Not even until I’m able to figure out where I
am, a very big door is suddenly wide opened.
A very bright light shines and hurts my eyes. Two tall figures are entering the room where
I lay on my back. They bring a gigantic
book-like thing and shuffle the pages noisily.
“Aaah...here it is. You’re Anita,
aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. But, my I know where I
am?”
“You are not supposed to ask
questions!!!”, one of the figures shouts. My ears hurts.
“OK, dear. We’re the angels of
afterlife realm. So, just answer our questions, will you?” another one says
softly.
“Yes, Sir”, I say. Cold sweat
floods my forehead and makes the cloth on my face wet.
Angels? My God. I’m dead? Really? I was just.... Oh, I just can believe
it. But I may not ask question!
“Let’s begin. I will ask you
questions. But when your answer is wrong, my brother will hit you with a whip.
Would that be understood?”
I nod. The butterflies are in my
stomach.
“Who is your God?”
“Alloh”.
“Wrong. It’s Google! It knows
everything, ” the figure with a loud voice then hit me with his whip. Ouuchhh! My legs feel very painful.
“Next. What is your gadget?”.
What? An angel is asking about my gadget??? Seriously?
“Gadget???? Well,..what ,..I .. I
...”
“Cmooon! You’re wasting our
time!”
“ A smartphone..... but locally made.... che...”.
“Wrooooong!!! You must have Apple
phone.” Blaarr! The whip smashes my belly. Aawwwww! That hurts.
“Next!... How many social media accounts do you have?”
“What???”, I ask.
“No, question!”
“OK...OK... one, Sir, just
Facebook.”
Blaaaarr!!! Again...my legs
..oh...my legs...
“Let’s try again. Did you see
Fast and Furious 7 and Avengers 2 on the premiere?”
“Ha!!!?? Wha...., no, Sir. I just
downloaded it some weeks after. Illegally...Sorry”, I’m trembling now.
“What the....??!!” Blaaarr...now
my belly again. Ouch..ouch..ouch..
“What are you, my dear? Your
record is really baaaaad!!! Now, How many times do you update your socmed
status in a day?”
“I ...eerrr...open my social
media when I have free time.. I...”
Blaaar!!! “ Old-fashioned little
human!!!! Yyou must update your status every time you have things to do or say!!!
Would that be understood???”.
“Yyyyees, Sir...oh, my head..”
“Seems that you never say your
prayer either, do you?”
“I always do Sir, really!!”
“Noooo...you lie!!! You once
condemned your friends who always pray in social media!! That’s sinful, human!”
“......”,
Oh, Those status update of
prayers, that I once commented ..... So,
God has an account. I just lay and feel the pain on my legs, my belly, and my head. I feel wanna die now.
But, I’m dead already, right? I’m thinking hard. But I’m not yet underground. Who the hell are they? Why they ask everything
wrong about me? What kinds of angels are they? Afterlife ? C’moooon... This is wrong. Really. Angels may not be
mistaken like this I believe. The two figures seem to discuss something. I hear
them whisper to each other.
“What?? Thinking of lying to us?”
the thunderous voice’s blaring in my
ears. I shake my head. But ouch.... the bandage wraps my head thightly.
“Eerrr....hey, you. Anita.
Sorry for the inconvenience. You are not supposed to be here at the moment. Our
friends seemed to pick up the wrong person. So, you may go now.
See you next time. Good bye...”
“But...Sir...I don’t .... I don’t
know where to go”, my voice is overlapped by the sound of the giant door . Quickly, the two figures rush out the
room.
Go? Where? But...Aaaaaaarrrgh..... the
floor where I lay down shakes hard, like an earthquake. The room suddenly is full of colorful lights
and they begin spinning. I’m dizzy. My body flies into the air and the white cloth
is loosening itself. Then, I feel like
being thrown in the speed of the fastest train in the world.
I feel my body crashes into
something. I open my eyes and sit in a
split second and see everybody in the room cries. My friends hug me. “You’re
alive. You’re alive. We’re worried about you, Anita.” They buzz words that I
still don’t know. They hug each other. My head is very painful and my body is full of
bruises.
I still lose my words. I just
realize that I’m in an emergency room. But, one thing that makes me lose my
words. Those QUESTIONS. Will the questions change that much? If so, I’ll be the
first person registered to be the resident of hell. But, my smartphone is
ringing. My heart jumps from its place. It’s dark again.
(May 25 n 27, 2015 _ When unimportant things become important)
