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T\u00eb dashur lexues, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb grua n\u00eb mesomosh\u00eb. Ndoshta disa do t\u00eb m\u00eb paragjykojn\u00eb q\u00eb e quaj veten k\u00ebshtu, por un\u00eb jam me teorin\u00eb se \u00e7do njeri ka mendimin e vet. Tani jam 50 vje\u00e7e, jam e martuar e kam kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb, dy djem e dy vajza. Un\u00eb si mosh\u00eb jam dy vjet m\u00eb e madhe se burri im, pra, ai \u00ebsht\u00eb 48 vje\u00e7 tani.<\/p>\n
Kur ishim t\u00eb rinj, un\u00eb 25 e ai 23, u njoh\u00ebm n\u00eb pun\u00eb. U dashuruam, edhe pse un\u00eb isha m\u00eb e madhe. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb m\u00eb mbanin si fem\u00ebr shum\u00eb e bukur dhe mbi t\u00eb gjitha, rridhja nga nj\u00eb familje e pasur. Arsyet e v\u00ebrteta se pse burri im u martua me mua, as nuk i di dhe as nuk jam kurioze t\u2019i di, por n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, ne ishim \u00e7ifti m\u00eb i bukur i qytetit. Nuk dukej se isha m\u00eb e madhe pasi un\u00eb jam trupvog\u00ebl dhe ai ka nj\u00eb fizik prej atleti. \u00cbsht\u00eb i gjat\u00eb, edhe sot q\u00eb ka mbushur t\u00eb 48-tat. Mes nesh gjithmon\u00eb ka patur mir\u00ebkuptim dhe nga ana ime, nj\u00eb dashuri t\u00eb pafundme, q\u00eb besoj se do t\u00eb vazhdoj\u00eb deri n\u00eb p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi. Nga kjo dashuri e madhe lind\u00ebn rresht nj\u00ebri pas tjetrit kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebt tan\u00eb. Kjo ishte gj\u00ebja m\u00eb e bukur n\u00eb bot\u00eb dhe nj\u00ebkoh\u00ebsisht, ajo q\u00eb do t\u00eb b\u00ebnte q\u00eb mes nesh ndryshimi i mosh\u00ebs t\u00eb dukej e madje koh\u00eb pas kohe, t\u00eb binte shum\u00eb n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n
Meqen\u00ebse e dashuroja shum\u00eb dhe sigurisht, f\u00ebmij\u00ebt q\u00eb kisha me t\u00eb ishin pasuria m\u00eb e madhe p\u00ebr mua, ua kushtova jet\u00ebn f\u00ebmij\u00ebve. E di se t\u00eb gjitha n\u00ebnat k\u00ebshtu b\u00ebjn\u00eb, por un\u00eb po e them n\u00eb kuptimin se e harrova veten fare. Harrova se duhej t\u2019i kushtoja r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi bukuris\u00eb s\u00eb jashtme. Nga ana ekonomike ishim shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. Prind\u00ebrit e mi na mbajt\u00ebn af\u00ebr gjithmon\u00eb e na ndihmonin me \u00e7do gj\u00eb, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb p\u00ebr ne, rritja e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve n\u00eb boll\u00ebk ishte e leht\u00eb. Mir\u00ebpo nga ky boll\u00ebk \u201ce p\u00ebsova dhe un\u00eb\u201d, q\u00eb do t\u00eb thot\u00eb, edhe pse lodhesha shum\u00eb, kisha shum\u00eb oreks dhe u sh\u00ebndosha shum\u00eb kilogram\u00eb mbi pesh\u00ebn normale, nd\u00ebrsa burri im nuk kishte ndryshuar aspak. Madje, koha kalonte e ai zbukurohej. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt u rrit\u00ebn dhe mor\u00ebn drejtime t\u00eb ndryshme. I madhi \u00ebsht\u00eb 24 vje\u00e7 dhe jeton n\u00eb Franc\u00eb, ku ka mbaruar shkoll\u00ebn e punon n\u00eb nj\u00eb institucion. I dyti \u00ebsht\u00eb 22 vje\u00e7, \u00a0jeton n\u00eb Itali e \u00ebsht\u00eb rregulluar p\u00ebr bukuri. Nj\u00ebr\u00ebn nga vajzat e kam t\u00eb martuar e tani ka nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, kurse e vogla, vazhdon universitetin.<\/p>\n
Pra, gjith\u00eb halli im \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb drejtim tjet\u00ebr. N\u00ebse shumica e grave shqiptare nuk din\u00eb me se t\u2019i rrisin f\u00ebmij\u00ebt, un\u00eb mendoj se si t\u00eb ndryshoj diferenc\u00ebn mes meje e bashk\u00ebshortit. Tamam, historia ime fillon kur i gjeta nj\u00eb mesazh n\u00eb telefon. Ishte nj\u00eb pasdite e qet\u00eb e po rrinim t\u00eb dy bashk\u00eb. Ai u ngrit p\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb dush dhe harroi telefonin n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb. I erdhi nj\u00eb mesazh. E hapa pa t\u00eb keq q\u00eb ta lexoja.<\/p>\n
\u201cPo t\u00eb pres te vendi. Eja shpejt se nuk kam shum\u00eb koh\u00eb\u201d. Nuk kishte shkruar as emrin dhe mesazhi ishte me nj\u00eb num\u00ebr me kontrat\u00eb, por nuk ishte ruajtur n\u00eb telefon me ndonj\u00eb em\u00ebr. Nuk e dija n\u00eb ishte fem\u00ebr apo ndoshta ndonj\u00eb shok, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb nuk u nxitova. N\u00eb fakt, thuhet p\u00ebr ne t\u00eb sh\u00ebndoshat se i marrim pun\u00ebt me terezi, ama p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb, un\u00eb doja t\u00eb sigurohesha. E mora numrin sh\u00ebnim dhe mendova se po veproja gabim, por ky mendim u k\u00ebput n\u00eb mes nga prania e burrit.<\/p>\n
– Uh, si e harroj dhe un\u00eb vend e pa vend k\u00ebt\u00eb telefon! M\u00eb mori njeri?<\/p>\n
– Nuk e di! Sa u ula edhe un\u00eb se isha n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumit – e g\u00ebnjeva p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time.<\/p>\n
E hapi telefonin dhe sa pa mesazhin, tha se i duhej t\u00eb dilte se po e k\u00ebrkonte nj\u00eb shok.<\/p>\n
– Po ne sikur do t\u00eb kalonim pasditen bashk\u00eb. – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Eh, ku t\u00eb l\u00ebn\u00eb shok\u00ebt! Po ja, se nuk vonohem zem\u00ebr. \u2013 Ai m\u00eb fliste gjithmon\u00eb me fjal\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmbla e m\u00eb trajtonte si nj\u00eb princesh\u00eb. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn e tij nuk m\u00eb kishte p\u00ebrmendur kilet e tep\u00ebrta dhe nuk m\u00eb kishte ofenduar. Edhe kur njer\u00ebzit flisnin p\u00ebr mbipesh\u00ebn, ai gjithmon\u00eb mbante an\u00ebn e t\u00eb sh\u00ebndosh\u00ebve.<\/p>\n
– Jo po t\u00eb jesh kock\u00eb e l\u00ebkur\u00eb si skelet – thoshte gjithmon\u00eb – Ja, zemra ime si \u00ebsht\u00eb si shpirt, ke qejf t\u00eb rrish me t\u00eb. E qet\u00eb, pa stres. Ata q\u00eb mbajn\u00eb diet\u00eb jan\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb stresuar, nd\u00ebrsa zemra ime \u00ebsht\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb n\u00eb humor.<\/p>\n
Me k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb harroja se si isha. M\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb harroja se ndoshta ai m\u00eb tradhtonte dhe madje nuk m\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb mendje se do t\u00eb kishte sy p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
E kisha numrin, po nuk mund t\u2019i telefonoja. M\u00eb dukej se po t\u00eb ishte me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ndonj\u00eb shok, do t\u00eb isha un\u00eb ajo q\u00eb po b\u00ebja gabim e nuk po e besoja. Nejse, kurioziteti ishte m\u00eb i fort\u00eb se un\u00eb. Nuk e mora at\u00eb dit\u00eb, por nja dy dit\u00eb m\u00eb pas dhe ashtu si\u00e7 mund ta kuptoni, n\u00eb telefon m\u00eb doli nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr. Ajo, sa e mora, u p\u00ebrgjigj. E mbylla telefonin pa folur dhe menj\u00ebher\u00eb para meje u shemb ajo lumturi shum\u00ebvje\u00e7are. Tani nuk e dija n\u00eb duhej t\u2019i thoja apo jo tim shoqi p\u00ebr \u00e7far\u00eb kisha zbuluar. Vendosa t\u00eb zbuloja se cila ishte ajo fem\u00ebr e m\u00eb pas t\u00eb nd\u00ebrmerrja ndonj\u00eb veprim.<\/p>\n
Pas shum\u00eb mendimeve, thura nj\u00eb \u201cplan\u201d. E mora n\u00eb telefon dhe i thash\u00eb:<\/p>\n
– Alo, mir\u00ebdita!<\/p>\n
– Mir\u00ebdita! Kush jeni ju?<\/p>\n
– Oh, m\u00eb fal i paskam r\u00ebn\u00eb gabim. Ju, kush jeni?<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr \u00e7udi, ajo m\u00eb tha emrin. Ndoshta nuk do ta mendonte kurr\u00eb kush isha dhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb u tregua shum\u00eb naive. Nga ky em\u00ebr zbulova se kush ishte. Ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb punonte si parukiere.<\/p>\n
Dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb kur e mora vesh, nuk b\u00ebra asgj\u00eb. T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, vendosa t\u00eb shkoja ta shihja se si ishte. U futa n\u00eb parukeri dhe k\u00ebrkova t\u00eb b\u00ebja nj\u00eb krehje. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb mendoja se ajo do t\u00eb m\u00eb njihte, por jo, ajo as q\u00eb ia kishte iden\u00eb se kush isha. Ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb shum\u00eb e bukur dhe e re, e shumta 25 vje\u00e7e. Kishte \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb nuk e kisha. Kishte nj\u00eb trup t\u00eb p\u00ebrsosur dhe p\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr, ishte shum\u00eb e bukur. Kur shikoja ndryshimin ton\u00eb n\u00eb pasqyr\u00ebn e parukeris\u00eb, m\u00eb zihej fryma.<\/p>\n
– Qenkeni shum\u00eb e bukur! – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Faleminderit! Edhe ju jeni shum\u00eb e bukur! – e dija se k\u00ebt\u00eb ma tha kot.<\/p>\n
– Eh, sa e mir\u00eb mund t\u00eb jem me gjith\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb tul?! – m\u00eb doli padashur.<\/p>\n
– Oh jo, ti je e mrekullueshme. Asnj\u00eb rrudh\u00eb n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb shum\u00eb e madhe p\u00ebr mosh\u00ebn q\u00eb ke.<\/p>\n
Q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb un\u00eb shkoj shum\u00eb shpesh n\u00eb at\u00eb parukeri. Nuk i thash\u00eb burrit asgj\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb shkova pak m\u00eb her\u00ebt dhe ende nuk ishte hapur parukeria. Ajo po priste jasht\u00eb se ende nuk kishte ardhur pronarja. Un\u00eb, si gjithmon\u00eb, duke ndjekur nga pas at\u00eb. B\u00ebra sikur m\u00eb duhej nj\u00eb krehje.<\/p>\n
– Ua qenka mbylllur! – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– \u00cbsht\u00eb vonuar pronarja n\u00eb trafik. Po ju, do t\u00eb prisni?<\/p>\n
– Po, kam nj\u00eb takim t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsish\u00ebm. \u2013 g\u00ebnjeva. \u2013 Mezi po rri n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, po futem te ky lokali k\u00ebtu. Do t\u00eb vish dhe ti?<\/p>\n
– Faleminderit!<\/p>\n
U ul\u00ebm t\u00eb dyja n\u00eb nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb dhe brenda kisha frik\u00ebn se mund t\u00eb m\u00eb shihte im shoq. Edhe ju mund t\u00eb habiteni se si nuk mendoj asnj\u00ebher\u00eb se jam un\u00eb ajo q\u00eb po i b\u00ebhet nj\u00eb gj\u00eb e gabuar pas krah\u00ebve, por megjithat\u00eb mendoj p\u00ebr burrin. Prandaj q\u00eb n\u00eb fillim ju thash\u00eb se shumica e njer\u00ebzve do t\u00eb m\u00eb paragjykojn\u00eb. N\u00eb fakt, un\u00eb nuk e kisha problem se para meje n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb ishte femra me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn burri im m\u00eb tradhtonte. Duke biseduar, po e pyesnim nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebn p\u00ebr familjen.<\/p>\n
– Sa f\u00ebmij\u00eb ke? – m\u00eb pyeti.<\/p>\n
– Kam kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb – i thash\u00eb, por ndryshova vitet e tyre q\u00eb t\u00eb mos e kuptonte, sepse mendoja se e dinte mosh\u00ebn e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve tan\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Po ti, a je e fejuar? – it thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Jo, jam e dashuruar, por ai nuk do t\u00eb fejohet. \u00cbsht\u00eb pak m\u00eb i madh se un\u00eb n\u00eb mosh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Pak? – pyeta un\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Edhe pak nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb, po nuk ngjan p\u00ebr mosh\u00ebn q\u00eb ka. \u2013 ajo po fliste p\u00ebr burrin tim dhe shikoja n\u00eb syt\u00eb e saj nj\u00eb dashuri si\u00e7 e kam un\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Po ai nuk ka qen\u00eb asnj\u00ebher\u00eb i martuar, meq\u00eb qenka kaq i madh? – b\u00ebja un\u00eb rolin e zbulueses.<\/p>\n
– Ka qen\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00ebrpara, por tani jeton me prind\u00ebrit dhe nuk po vendos t\u00eb martohet me mua. Po un\u00eb edhe k\u00ebshtu jam mir\u00eb. Nga dashuria q\u00eb kam p\u00ebr t\u00eb, mund t\u00eb pranoj gjith\u00e7ka.<\/p>\n
\u00c7do fjal\u00eb e saj ishte si shigjet\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. E si mund t\u00eb duroj\u00eb nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr q\u00eb t\u2019i thot\u00eb e dashura e burrit k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb? Ja q\u00eb un\u00eb e durova.<\/p>\n
– Ti mbahesh shum\u00eb. – m\u00eb tha. \u2013 je nj\u00eb nga klient\u00ebt q\u00eb vijn\u00eb m\u00eb shpesh. Kushedi sa krenar duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb yt shoq q\u00eb ka nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb mbahet kaq shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Po, \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb do shum\u00eb. Edhe pse jam e sh\u00ebndosh\u00eb, ai asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk ma thot\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Ti vet\u00ebm sh\u00ebndetin ke, se n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb je shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. Me pak palest\u00ebr mund t\u00eb jesh shum\u00eb n\u00eb form\u00eb. Po deshe, eja atje ku shkoj un\u00eb.<\/p>\n
– Mir\u00eb thua. Po a do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb dob\u00ebsohem?<\/p>\n
– Sigurisht! Kam par\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb sh\u00ebndosha se ti q\u00eb jan\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb elegante.<\/p>\n
E k\u00ebshtu, un\u00eb vendosa t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb palest\u00ebr. Tani shkojm\u00eb bashk\u00eb dhe e pim\u00eb edhe kafen bashk\u00eb. N\u00eb fakt, nuk ndjehem aspak keq. Nuk e di pse, por ndoshta ngaq\u00eb ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb shum\u00eb e dashur e shum\u00eb e sinqert\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Pas palestr\u00ebs, trupi im \u00ebsht\u00eb m\u00eb n\u00eb form\u00eb, por ende do shum\u00eb pun\u00eb. Tani un\u00eb kam edhe hallin se po m\u00eb pa im shoq me t\u00eb do t\u00eb m\u00eb keqkuptoj\u00eb, por nejse, ai do t\u00eb mendoj\u00eb se jemi njohur rast\u00ebsisht n\u00eb parukeri. Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb mendoj q\u00eb t\u00eb mos shkoj m\u00eb te parukeria e saj dhe as n\u00eb at\u00eb palest\u00ebr, por se\u00e7 m\u00eb t\u00ebrheq, as un\u00eb nuk e di. Tani p\u00ebr tani, jam n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pik\u00eb dhe nuk e di p\u00ebr m\u00eb tej…04<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u00eb dashur lexues, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb grua n\u00eb mesomosh\u00eb. Ndoshta disa do t\u00eb m\u00eb paragjykojn\u00eb q\u00eb e quaj veten k\u00ebshtu, por un\u00eb jam me teorin\u00eb se \u00e7do njeri ka mendimin e vet. Tani jam 50 vje\u00e7e, jam e martuar e kam kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb, dy djem e dy vajza. Un\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11279","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11279","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11279"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11279\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11279"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11279"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11279"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}