Q /kju/

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)