MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

FREEDOM FOR JUST ONE WEEK

Enzo went to the airport with Duncan not even saying good-bye Tarek. It was clear he was still angry with him. So far, Tarek stayed in Marygold Alley as the lord of the house with Svetlana.

His stay in the States would last a few weeks. Penn's fucking movie still occupied most of his time. The job as executive producer was very demanding and absorbing. He didn't even think when it would be the time to do the promotion as actor. Interviews, interviews, interviews. He increasingly hated them.

The only communication that the couple had was through Skype and only in order Enzo could talk to his cats. His cats were his children and as such, they required an important chatting. Tarek talked to him worried about Oscar and his inclinations to spend the night outside. Taking into account Marygold Alley was in such a bustling district in London, the risk of being run over was big. Most of all because he couldn't hear quite well. Enzo, nevertheless, played down his dear friend's awful habit.

- Oh, perfect. If Oscar ends up crashed on the road...

- Oh, please, deary. Relax. Oscar is still very skilled. It won't happen anything to him.

- How do you know?

- I don't know, but don't you worry.

- I think he does because he's jealous of all the other cats.

- It could be. Let's wait...

- Then if our cat dies, don't blame on me.

- I don't blame on you.

- When will you get back London?

He had promised himself not asking him, but he already said it. There was no turning back. Enzo made a little pause before replying.

- I don't know, darling. Very soon, I think... Keep Marygold Alley beautiful, ok?

Tarek bit his tongue to not answer him. Keep it beautiful...? But now, was he his butler or what? He wasn't ironic, he really meant it and Tarek refrained himself to not start an argument through Skype. Things hadn't improved much. They tried maintain more or less polite conversations but that was a paradox between them. They weren't a couple of partners in a company but a marriage. It was a little surreal.

After finishing his commitments in American land, instead getting back to Marygold Alley, Enzo decided to go to Munich to be with Leoni and relax a while. She came to welcome him to Joseph Strauss airport, thrilled, going directly to her flat.

- Well, mein Mäuschen. Which flat shall we buy?

- And Tarek? Where is he?

- In London, I guess.

- Do you guess? You can't get divorced again. Tell me you don't.

- So far we don't. Fucking Egyptian witch, I hate him.

- You sound barely credible.

- I've come here to marry you. It's what I must do years ago. Pauline always said we would end up getting married.

- Then you would be a bigamy, right? You are happily married -she followed his joke with bright smile.

- So what? A new sin to my large list, charming -he raised his eyebrows, hystrionic.

Leoni wrapped him with her arms, pulling him into her body. She kissed his forehead like a child who had just hurt himself. Then she laid her eyes quietly on him, with the same and usual sweet love.

Not waiting for more, cupped his face between her hands pulling him to her mouth. She kissed first his lower lip before starting to kiss the upper one, she stared at him searching his reaction. When Enzo closed his eyes meekly, it was as though it was all fine.