MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

LONELINESS IS MY HIDING PLACE

Some days later the press was already taking shifts to attack their several friends visiting and getting information about his health. Tarek on weekdays got out of work and went to St. Mary hospital to not getting out till next day early in the morning when he returned work. The first few days were quiet and had quite freedom movement but the news right away spread and whenever he went out the hospital some reporter was there chasing him.

- Tarek, can you tell us how's Enzo?

It didn't matter he got used to those things. The reporters with their mikes made him nervous. He got very uncomfortable. But his politeness was exquisite and he never made a bad gesture. He used to reply them with a faint smile.

- He's fine. Thanks.

- Can you tell us when he's going out the hospital?

- No, I can't. Only the doctors can tell that, dear.

Pauline and Enzo arranged together his going out the hospital. He was already recovered but he wasn't fit 100% so Pauline suggested a perfectly organized exit where nobody could see him. With a statement from his press secretary to satisfy the journalists and he could avoid all that mess.

- Tell me what you wanna do -Pauline said-. We're arranging what you want.

- What do you think, darling? -he asked Tarek, who was hearing but at the background, as most of the times.

- Me? -Tarek pointed out at himself.

- Yes, you. Don't you have an opinion? I would be surprised.

- I would go out the front door with no arrangement.

- You reckon?

- You look great as usual. You don't have to run away like a thief. Well, it's my mind. Do what you like.

- Hmmm. I'm thinking about it.

Enzo ended up doing what his husband suggested, as most of the times. It was the most sensible thing to do. The relationship with the press had always been tensed but Enzo rarely lost his temper.

Enzo wanted to go out the hospital looking dazzling so he told Tarek to do his hair.

- Can I do whatever I want? -Tarek asked him cheerful, he loved taking care of his hair.

- Ok, I trust you -he said after some minutes looking at him closely.

Enzo stood dutifully still while Tarek moved swiftly his fingers on his black locks. He impregnated it some aromatic coconut oil to give it glow and softness.

- Do you want me to cut it?

- You are the hairdresser.

He cut his hair to two on temples going gradually to one on the back of his neck. In the upper side of his head he let it longer, shaved on his temples and not so much on parietal area.

- Oh God, I'm like your twin brother -he said looking at himself on the mirror, exaggerating his dismay.

- Don't you like? It's a less classic haircut.

- Oh, darling. I just don't know why I trust you. You become someone so dangerous with the scissors.

With the trouble of the hospital killer bacterium and the coma, his stay was longer. It was as though they forgot he went there to remove his tumour.

Enzo appeared at the hospital front door looking great with his new haircut, his wonderful white tight Levis barely containing his bulge and his eyes eyelined with kohl. He looked rather like perfect for an awards gala instead of going out a hospital.