MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

LAZY ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Enzo reached out his hand on and on to hold Tarek's hand and squeezed it unmercifully. They were on their way to Eastbourne to meet his parents in-law for the first time. Delaying it any longer was ridiculous and admitted it was just fair. They still had almost three hours to get to the southeast coast of United Kingdom. That didn't help the impacient Enzo much.

- Auuuchhh! -Tarek complained with the nth squeeze.

- Sorry. I can't help it.

- Well, squeeze your balls if you can't help it.

- Oh, please. Put on my shoes. Where's your empathy? I'm very nervous. Do I have to eat everything they put me on the plate and not leaving anything?

- You'd better.

- Well, this is getting better all the time.

- I was kidding. They won't look what you leave on the plate.

- But if I leave anything they will take you as a disdainful gesture and I don't want to.

- Enzo, my parents are ordinary people. They won't give you the third degree. Calm down.

- I can come up with three million different interesting things to do on a Sunday afternoon instead visiting my parent in-law's house. Carl, can we come back?

- Carl, don't pay attention.

Enzo's shyness was a case of study. He could feel himself trapped by the biggest distress but however, he could work out the situation quite nicely.

Tarek's parents were one Egyptian couple who had migrated to United Kingdom to find a better life. His father; Hasani, looked exactly like Tarek, he was a jubilee after spending all his life teaching in different parts of England. His mother; Aziza, was a white hair good looking and classy woman. The difference of age was visible respect his husband.

Anyway, they couldn't be less daunting. So, Enzo couldn't help but being charming and they fell in love with him. The usual thing in most part of the mortals.

He had passed the exam successfully that first meeting and jumping into his Range Rover, he sighed exhausted stretching himself over the white leather back seat.

- Thank goodness it's over -Enzo said wiping off his imaginary sweat from his forehead.

- You had behaved really well -Tarek said amazed.

- I'm always behaving well.

- Oh, really? What a nerve you have. Let's take a walk along the beach -he proposed reaching out his hand.

- Oh, no. I'm worn out with this smell like sea. I want to go back to London.

- Not yet. Today we're gonna do what I want, for a change.

The beach was deserted at those hours. It was getting dark and the only people who were around, were taking a walk along the promenade as them.

- So this is Eastbourne -Enzo said letting Tarek wrap him a very long scarf around his neck.

- The seagulls look like imperial eagles. They are so big and always are making noises. But I love them.

- When we get older we'll come here to enjoy our retirement. Till then I am depressed here.

- Just taking a walk. It won't hurt you.

- I got my ass frozen.

- We have a pending conversation.

- Which one? -Enzo puffed seeing the drama as the black clouds on the horizon.

- Chris.

- What's wrong with Chris?