Zorion Point of View

Can't believe how much of a hold she has on me.

Few days in my house with me and she already got out a confession for herself. Excellent feat, I say.

Only she! Only she could do it!

Fireworks crackled in my eyes when my eyes met her person. I closed my eyes and waited for it.

Waited for her hug.

Waited for her kiss.

Waited for anything that might come across from her as a token of her celebration for getting a love confession from me.

Waited for whole five minutes with closed eyes and open arms but surprisingly... I received none.

I don't remember Meow for a shy type. She has kissed and hugged me several times already.

Fluttering my eyes open, with a small smile that I decided I present her as my eyes meets her, I looked ahead.

Looked and saw nothing.

No one!

My smile faltered when she was nowhere around me in the garden. Straining my ears a little, I realized she was already inside the house, in her bedroom, humming some gruesome type of music as I heard she was...

Beating rugs?

Why the hell is she straining herself with the task when there are servants and laundry team to do it?

Hold on! Was I standing in the garden with my eyes closed for several minutes like buffoon of buffoons – alone?

Like a fool?

Gosh that was embarrassing!

Not only did she not express her joy properly, she also went inside to beat rugs?

My little puppy yipped at my legs cutely, assuring me in its own style. When I think of my dear little pets, I feel like I won the world.

Soon, my birds sat on my shoulder as they pecked it for a while and my tortoise... they started their journey to reach me a hundred years ago but their romantic stroll towards me will not accomplish for a hundred other years.

Realizing his buddies' rather casually walking style, my prince puppy ran to them and held them gently between his teeth and got them to me.

Right, buddies. I only have you!

Your previous owner isn't moved by heartfelt confession.

What else she want from me?

Gritting my teeth, I heard another smash of wooden stick on the tough rugs. Thinking to save those poor carpets and blankets, I slowly walked towards the open door of her room.

She was held the wooden beater in both her hands like one of those Indian Goddesses with several hands and a trident in two of her hands. Looking so dangerous!

With another battle cry, she hit the carpet with a rough swish. Once the hit resulted in a loud sound, she smiled momentarily before she hit it again and would smile widely after hitting.

Wait! Don't tell me she is expressing her joy in this way.

It can't be!

Women! They are really alien creature even on their home planet.

Can't she just express her joy freely, openly like me?

Silly Meow!

"So, you are happy I see." I grinned walking towards her lazily.

Now she will jump, then clap her hands with a huge smile and then tell me in a human language 'Yes, Human sculpture; you are the statue of my heart.'

She jumped, yes.

She clapped with a small smile, yes.

But she – "Meoww meow meeoow mowww meooooww meowwww moew." And I fell on my knees with a thud.

You must be kidding my balls!

"Meoww? Meowww meeowww moewww mowww meow! Meoww?" She continued but my ears pushed any meow sound that came from her away from me.

"Why? Why are you still meowing? Is my confession too less or too more for your imagination? You are now my Investment advisor, we are now living together sharing woes and joys. You even have a remarkable confession of my feelings from me; then why are you not talking to me. Tell me where – where did I lack?" I breathed out, finding myself a little overdramatic.

She shrugged; simple shrugged when I went all over to be dramatic.

"What is it that I missed? Is the route to your tongue different from what I assumed?" I mumbled to myself as I stood up and walked out with my head still in meow cloud.

I drove straight to King's place where I'm going to analyze the situation from different perspective with the help of King, my best friend, my best man, my man on shining donkey.

Yes, he will help me deal with my Meow!

"Why don't you just casually manipulate her?" He suggested with a shrug, pouring me a glass of whiskey.

"Do you think manipulation will work on her? She isn't Aella. She is Meow, a girl who stands nemesis with all manipulation techniques." To my words, King scoffed in mock.

"You already manipulated her before, remember? And it worked for you until she heard your last name."

"But that still worked against me later on. See where it got me. I didn't expect to have feelings for her and now that I do, you know my struggle." One more manipulation and I say goodbye to 'us' together in future.

"Hmm, right. Why don't you propose marriage?"

"What for?"

"What do you mean what for? To marry and stay together and have kids and marry them off and have grandkids and die before your grandkids have kids."

"Marriage is not in my mind. I want to stay with her together for a long time. Why marry her when we can still live together?"

"Women might not like that idea in general, my sweet boy. They like commitment and loyalty. You think Almond grandma will allow her granddaughter to live with a man who has no thoughts of marrying her in future? Seeing at the longevity charts of Almonds, grandma is predicted to live couple of decades more without a hitch. You think she will leave you alive?"

He is right.

But it's not like I'm committed to Meow. I just see no use in weddings when I can live same life with her without doing so too.

"You know what; it has always been cat girl expressing her love for you, running behind you, spending time with you. You never attempted the same with her. It's understandable she is still meowing. She seems to not have faith in you." He continued and for once, I thought he was right, absolutely.

I nodded my head thoughtfully and gulped down the drink with a groan. "You say, I run around her and spend time with her and maybe marry her?"

"Actually, I say you go to grandma Almond and ask for a good plan." King grinned like a buffalo from a toothpaste advertisement.

I scoffed at him in disbelief for what he suggested. "You don't mean to say, I approach Meow's grandma to gain knowledge on how to trap her granddaughter with me?" I huffed in disbelief, feeling weird to even hear such an idea.

"Which grandma would do that to her lovely granddaughter?"

"Grandma Almond would." King said casually, giving me a nod of encouragement.

He can't be serious!

That old woman should be hating me after I concealed my family name from Meow and now after taking her granddaughter to live with me, she must be planning a bloody murder against me soon.

"You have a weird sense of choosing a supporter. Grandma Almond hates me."

"Not really. If she hates you, do you think you would be able to have cat girl in your house right now?" King said with a sly grin as if he has a behind story as well.

Interesting!

"What is it, King? You seem to know grandma Almond better than me."

"Oh, I do. You think you brother Injgo was able to woo the amazing biker Caramel Almond De Leon just like that? Of course grandma found him right for Caramel and hatched a plan with Injgo to gain her love. And he did. Caramel soon fell deeply in love with him just like he does her and then they got married. Injgo has since been the embodiment of fidelity and husband material."

"When Bosc Almond's wife had one sided love towards that hard headed man, it was grandma who realized it first, found her really good and a perfect wife for Bosc, she laid a perfect story to knock some sense into Bosc."

"You think my idea of manipulating Aella into relationship using her condition was really completely mine? When I approached grandma and expressed my feelings for Aella, she said this granddaughter of hers is really slow and sometimes dense. So she suggested I give her experience of being a boyfriend and she will feel my love for her slowly and shall return me those feelings gradually. Now, Aella loves to hold my hand while walking."

My eyes already out of sockets and somewhere near the front door, my mouth hung low and I stiffened at the new revelation.

My Goodness!

Where am I?

What has world come to?

That century old Almond woman is damn dangerous!

I shivered unknowingly at the very thought of that old woman using her century old well marinated brain to hatch something to help me.

"But. But – she is old and and and she is old." I'm a well educated person and a person with great spontaneity but I lost my sense of words. Damn it, I stuttered.

"Old but she is gold." Is that supposed to assure me?

"What if she doesn't like me for Meow?" The question suddenly popped in my mind; might I say, a clever question.

"Dude, you are already doing what she planned for you. You have feelings but too hardheaded to accept them. You think billions of world population can take cat girl away from Almond family if grandma never intend to, in the first place?"

And it worked!

I craved for Meow's touch, her kisses, her hugs and her altogether.

Heck, I even confessed my feelings for her in an exuberant manner!

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So, what do you think about overdramatic Zorion?

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Tiny expressed her annoyance by beating rugs. Isn't she hilarious?

Zorion actually thought that his confession is the most romantic one. Your views?

Clearly, Zorion has to learn a lot about confession and marriage. 

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