MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

THE INVISIBLE MAN

The cold war between Tarek and Enzo went on all the shooting. There were moments in which Enzo was about to call, pleading to come and visit him but his pride refrained him. He didn't want to admit he had been once more unfair to his husband hiding information. He knew that pending conversation was damaging their marriage so much but as usual, the work has been his shelter and his alibi to avoid other bigger problems which he feared to face.

Tarek, saved also confrontations was wholly devoted to the garden. But autumm tasks were a lot less demanding. He had several ideas to change the garden design but he had more free time. He decided he would get his driving license. It was one of his unfinished business and would serve him to keep his mind busy with something productive and not spinning around the same old theme.

During the end of the shooting party, Enzo as usual, attracted all the glances. Not only attended all the movie crew but also some chosen reporters. Enzo knew them all. Most of them because their critics, it looked like he had raped their mothers. The British movie reviewers with their usual phlegm, used to regard him as an overrated actor and a hateful public figure. He watched closely some of them chuckling as he accepted a champagne glass from Duncan. He felt weird without his turban over the head and the rich satin and velvet fabrics he had used to wear. The wardrobe designer, Mina, made a beautiful gesture with him, giving him an entari. A costume he wore often during the shooting. It was a cloth with blue silk kemha three-quarter sleeves, embroidered with gold needle and double bows. The kemha silk was Enzo's favourite because its complexity and the luxury design, it was used usually as gala clothes. He was imagining already where he could put that entari in Marygold Alley, like a beautiful picture.

In spite of the relaxed atmosphere of party, Enzo had the bittersweet feeling that normally had when he forced to leave behind one character he had played so long. In his case more than a year since he started to read everything he fell on his hands about Soliman the Magnificent, so many hours training with horses, the long makeup and wardrobe sessions. It was a hard and intense process. That's why now he felt like an orphan and at the same time relieved because he had survived everything.

He was restless after so much intensity. Most of the days he had gone to rest with the feeling he couldn't get up of bed the next day. Instead of being in fear, it just served him as challenge to demand himself even more. He refused to think his sickness was eating ground to his life. A lot of things together: the physical work, the doctor Deacon stubborn diet to not losing any more weight that got him every now and then nibbling peanuts, the torment he felt with the unresolved situation with Chris and above all the great crisis with Tarek. This last thing, of course, revolved around everything else.

They didn't see them since months. Enzo tended to give himself away, telling it was just one of their fights and the physical separation made impossible a kiss and make up that otherwise would have happened sooner or later. Their information about each other was through other people and they didn't talk since weeks, not even forced by their cats. With such overlook, Enzo wanted to extend as much as possible his return to London despite he missed terribly his home and cats. He was afraid Tarek would fill for divorce.

In his leap in the dark, delaying his comeback, he had the idea of throwing one of his famous parties. Despite judging by his mental and physical tiredness would be wiser spending a whole week in a spa, Enzo needed to put his body and mind into action. He had been like a monk for months and it was time to have some fun.

The party took place in Montreux. Joanna, his agent, lent him willfully her mansion but Enzo had other plans. He had told Pauline to search him a nice house in that beautiful place he kept like a treasure in his mind. The research was hard because Enzo didn't want any house and she must stick to his requirements. At last, Pauline had found a house with which Enzo fell in love instantly. Just near the Leman lake, as he wanted. In a quiet place, on the higher part of Montreux. The exceptional location guaranteed a complete view of the lake and the Alps, and the highest privacy as well. Several terraces, jacuzzi, spa, tropical shower and heated swimming pool. As a special feature, a home room cinema very similar to the one he had in Marygold Alley. He had to rent it for the party and maybe he could buy it for his holidays. He had to think about that.