Chapter 6

• Zinnia Point of View
• "I am evil, little Zinnia. I am a Mafia after all." I heard Mr. Monk saying with this weird wicked glint in his eyes.
• Yes. Exactly. That is the expression I need for the character Damian.
• "That's great then. We will use a little of it for our play." I said casually and started making few adjustments in the script related to Mr. Monk's physical details.
• "Goodness Woman! I said I am a Mafia." He said a little loudly with a frustrated sigh while I was concentrating on the script. I need to finish the changes by today so that we can start practicing from tomorrow so I'm a little short of time.
• "I heard you Mr. Monk and I don't mind whatever you are as long as you are a monk that I need. You need extra money too so I don't mind your side business. I'm not a biased person. Now coming to the play, we need to get you a little tanned or else people might not believe that you are a dangerous wolf with your milky white innocent face. Oh, and a couple millimeters of dark circles will be good too." According to the script it was written that Damian is 6'feet tall but Mr. Monk seems to be above 6'3.
• "What's your length?" I asked scratching the part of 6'feet with pencil to replace it with his real height.
• "Excuse me? You want to know about my length?" He looked at me incredulously and coughed awkwardly as if I asked his precious baby face. I am just asking about his height then what is there to be so shocked?
• "How long are you, your height?" I repeated again. What happened to the Monk? Why is he so distracted suddenly? Monks are known to be having a stable attention though.
• Ah, he is a human too, though a baby faced innocent looking spiritual human, he is a human too. I don't blame him. At least he is not like me who gets distracted one hundred eight degrees.
• "I'm 6'5 in total. Want to know the length of my shorter version too?" he asked with a weird kind of smile, his eyes sparkling with humor.
• His shorter version? Oh, he was talking about his childhood height, seems so.
• "Oh yes please. We can use the pictures in the play. How long are you when you were six?" I can use his younger pictures for Damian's family and for other scenes. It would be so cool. But Mr. Egor and Mr. Monk only went into fits of coughs almost breathless.
• "Alright, I changed the script according to your height. We need to work on your 'MINE' slowly with the time. I already have a spacesuit for you –"
• "Wait. One minute, a spacesuit? For me?" Mr. Monk cut me off from my revision and asked with doubtful look. Why is he so doubtful? Being a Monk he should be like 'Go on with whatever you are planning child. I am always with you in everything'. I expected that reaction but seems like Monks too had their own evolution from past centuries.
• Interesting...
• "Yes. I am your mate so after you kidnap me, I will be so angry with you for your brutality but soon enough you would propose me from Moon to woo me. Isn't it so creative? You will go to moon and propose me and confess your undying love for me." Many of my friends from high school said that they were on moon when their crush proposed them. So I thought why not your mate goes to moon, literally, and propose you from there and only you can see him from NASA screens.
• That would be so romantic!
• "Are these, by any chance, your real-time wishes?" Mr. Egor, about whom I forgot, questioned while sitting beside me and taking the script document from my hands.
• Wishes? They are more like my desires. Every story I write for the plays have my desires in it.
• "Oh, yes. I want my better half to be a werewolf. They are so cool with their furry thick skin and their animal look. Oh, how I wish the person I love propose me from the moon." I sighed dreamily swaying side to side looking into nothing.
• From the time when I was little, I always had this fascination about the white globe I see in the sky every night. It's so beautiful and bright. I can already imagine my love to come, sweep me to moon and give a great honeymoon on the white sand of the moon.
• Just think... when your friends and other acquaintances were telling stories of how their boyfriends and husbands proposed them with a ring, flower, a nice dinner and a lavish setting, I would proudly say that my better half proposed me from moon and brought back moon's minerals back to earth to make a special ring with it for me.
• That is so amazing!
• If it is possible then we would be the first people to shift to Moon, maybe I can even deliver my babies on Moon and we can build our own kingdom over there.
• "Oh, if I start telling you about my dreams then it would take an year to complete. I will tell you by the passing time. We will anyway meet every day for counseling and play practice." I smiled at Mr. Egor.
• He is good looking too like Mr. Monk but his spiky hair and torn jeans only let me to imagine him as a beggar. I will give him a good character in the next year play. I might as well give him an alien role. He does look like he doesn't belong to earth a little.
• I turned my face look at Mr. Monk to tell him few more details but he was rubbing his head hard and sighed deeply. "I think we will leave now. Have work to complete!" He stated softly and stood up. Why does he suddenly look like an army of men trampled him up to pulp?
• Oh, now I understand. He was giving sessions from morning to night to many people so he must be tired and now that he is sacrificing his time for these kinds so kindly he must be so tired.
• God really is cruel sometime. Can't he spare his intermediaries from all the humanly pain?
• "Sure. Please go and complete your work. Have a great day. We will meet tomorrow at the same time in crossroads carnival." I waved a good bye at both of them when they stood and walked towards the door.
• Their steps were heavy and dragging like the energy was drained out of their body. Maybe since they are working two jobs to save a dollar, I can imagine how hard it was for them to live in this cruel society.
• "And yes Mr. Egor-" I called out just as they exit the room. "- While I and Mr. Monk go to carnival for life experience tomorrow, you should go to 'Terrain Pharmacy' downtown fifth lane. You will meet a lady called Tuyen, my best friend. Tell her that I sent you and she will recommend some medicine for your large black eye bags, reddish tired eyes, oily face and thick skin. I can't have a bad name that I don't take care of my actors." I said smiling at them gratefully. How can people be so good? They are such a great duo with hearts of platinum studded with diamonds.
• I'm feeling so lucky to meet them.
• They are amazing!
• "Thank god she cannot contact us after walking out from here." I heard a whisper from one of the amazing duo.
• Aww, they must be feeling awful for not exchanging their numbers with me after a long day of spending together.
• "Hey, don't worry I have your numbers saved in my phone." I shouted out to their walking back and grinned.
• "H-How?" Mr. Egor turned back and stuttered to which I grinned proudly at him.
• "I have my ways." I pursed my lips in a proud smile and patted my shoulder at my great achievement.
• Both of them turned around again to walk out but I did heard what Mr. Egor said to the Monk, "Shouldn't that be our sentence?"
• I shrugged at their bewildered face and went back to improvise the script more. I will be the best heroine Hollywood have never had the opportunity to have and will turn Mr. Monk into a super star Monk with this single play.
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• "Why are you smiling like a creep?" Tuyen narrowed her eyes. She sat beside in the sofa and pulled the ice cream tub from me, swallowing it like a vacuum.
• "I found the male protagonist for the play. Yay." I jumped in excitement.
• I just want to tell her how good looking the protagonist is. I want to tell her that I finally found the person who can compliment my beauty but looking at her uninterested, I dropped the topic.
• "Hey, there this person, Mr. Egor, will come to your pharmacy tomorrow. Please give him good face products that you get free as samples." I told her.
• Argh, I'm so tired today after a long day and I need to go to carnival tomorrow. I better sleep early tonight.
• Before going to sleep, I texted Mr. Monk on his number, 'Tomorrow at 9 PM near the orphanage, pick me up for the carnival. Learning about lifepart-1 starts tomorrow.' And re-texted the same message for fifty time to be on safer side. What if it doesn't reach if I text only once?
• I'm so excited to get counseling from the Monk tomorrow. Wow!
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