T\u00eb dashur lexues, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb gjat\u00eb pjes\u00ebs m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe t\u00eb jet\u00ebs kam dashur t\u00eb b\u00ebhem n\u00ebn\u00eb. Kam kaluar vite t\u00eb t\u00ebra duke b\u00ebr\u00eb analiza dhe duke u zhg\u00ebnjyer. U martova jo shum\u00eb e re, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 30 vje\u00e7are me shkuesi, sepse nuk po arrija t\u2019ia vija gishtin ndonj\u00ebrit nga ata q\u00eb takoja. Burri ishte njeri shum\u00eb i mir\u00eb, por \u00ebndrra e tij ishte t\u00eb kishim f\u00ebmij\u00eb dhe nuk po ia arrinim dot. B\u00ebm\u00eb edhe analiza dhe doli se ai ishte n\u00eb gjendje t\u00eb b\u00ebnte f\u00ebmij\u00eb, kurse un\u00eb jo. Kjo gj\u00eb b\u00ebri q\u00eb ai t\u00eb ftohej pak me mua.
\n– T\u00eb gjith\u00eb e dim\u00eb se jeta nuk ka kuptim pa f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Un\u00eb ndihem shum\u00eb n\u00eb faj q\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb t\u00eb jap nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. P\u00ebr mua je i lir\u00eb t\u00eb ndahesh e t\u00eb martohesh me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr kur t\u00eb duash. – i thash\u00eb kur e vura re k\u00ebt\u00eb, por ai u ankua se nuk m\u00eb kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb q\u00eb donte t\u00eb ndaheshim. – Nuk e ke th\u00ebn\u00eb, por e ndiej se ti je pak m\u00eb i larg\u00ebt me mua, q\u00ebkur more vesh se un\u00eb nuk b\u00ebja f\u00ebmij\u00eb…
\n– Kjo nuk ka asnj\u00eb lidhje. \u2013 tha ai dhe e mbyll\u00ebm bised\u00ebn, por mua nuk m\u00eb linte mendimi se po e pengoja at\u00eb t\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb familje t\u00eb plot\u00eb.
\n– Po sikur t\u00eb marrim nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs? – e pyeta nj\u00eb dit\u00eb. – Un\u00eb nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebj f\u00ebmij\u00eb e koha po kalon…
\n– N\u00eb asnj\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb! Sikur t\u00eb mos e provoj kurr\u00eb t\u00eb qenit prind, nuk do ta b\u00ebja nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb. T\u00eb marr nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb me gjak tjet\u00ebr e ta fus n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e ndonj\u00eb krimineli?! As q\u00eb b\u00ebhet fjal\u00eb…
\nSa keq m\u00eb vinte kur e d\u00ebgjoja t\u00eb fliste k\u00ebshtu. M\u00eb dukej sikur fliste nga inati q\u00eb kishte me mua e jo se nuk donte ta merrte nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb. Vitet kalonin e ne ishim ende pa f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Gjat\u00eb k\u00ebsaj kohe, ai e p\u00ebrmendi nj\u00eb her\u00eb, por vak\u00ebt se mund t\u00eb ndaheshim kur t\u00eb kishim qejf. Ishim n\u00eb nj\u00eb g\u00ebzim familjar kur ai tha n\u00eb sy t\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00ebve:
\n– Un\u00eb e kam lejen n\u00eb xhep nga gruaja ime. Ma ka dh\u00ebn\u00eb q\u00ebkur e un\u00eb vet\u00ebm duhet ta p\u00ebrdor q\u00eb t\u00eb mos vjet\u00ebrohet…
\nK\u00ebt\u00eb fjal\u00eb e mora si nj\u00eb shaka, ndon\u00ebse ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb se un\u00eb ashtu i kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb. Pas nj\u00ebfar\u00eb kohe nga kjo batut\u00eb e tij, mora vesh se ai kishte nj\u00eb t\u00eb dashur dhe m\u00eb von\u00eb mora vesh se ajo ishte shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb.
\n– Un\u00eb t\u00eb pata k\u00ebrkuar t\u00eb ndaheshim e ti nuk pranove. Pse duhej ta b\u00ebje k\u00ebshtu?
\n– Un\u00eb ty t\u00eb dua ende, por p\u00ebr at\u00eb, prisja t\u00eb mbetej shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb.
\nNuk e dija si ta merrja k\u00ebt\u00eb, si kompliment apo si ofendim. P\u00ebrderisa un\u00eb nuk b\u00ebja f\u00ebmij\u00eb, duhej ta prisja nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb. Ai tani po priste f\u00ebmij\u00ebn e tij q\u00eb e kishte \u00ebnd\u00ebrruar prej nj\u00eb kohe t\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Pasi u largua nga un\u00eb, vendosa t\u00eb merrja nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e f\u00ebmij\u00ebs. Tani nuk kishte kush t\u00eb m\u00eb pengonte dhe vet\u00ebm nuk kisha si ta shtyja jet\u00ebn. Bir\u00ebsova nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb tre muajsh, nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb bukur flok\u00ebverdh\u00eb dhe me sy boj\u00ebqielli. Ishte p\u00ebr mua si nj\u00eb \u00ebngj\u00ebll q\u00eb ma b\u00ebnte jet\u00ebn shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. Me t\u00eb n\u00eb krah\u00eb, ndihesha njeriu m\u00eb me fat n\u00eb bot\u00eb.
\nAtij i lindi nj\u00eb djal\u00eb e i takonte q\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebt t\u00eb ishin n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn mosh\u00eb, me pak muaj diferenc\u00eb. Nuk e di pse nuk m\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb mendje p\u00ebr nj\u00eb lidhje tjet\u00ebr. M\u00eb dukej sikur ai tjetri nuk do ta pranonte vajz\u00ebn. P\u00ebr momentin isha n\u00eb rregull dhe po shijoja jet\u00ebn si n\u00ebn\u00eb. Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb ai m\u00eb merrte n\u00eb telefon dhe m\u00eb pyeste p\u00ebr sh\u00ebndetin tim dhe t\u00eb vajz\u00ebs.
\n– U tregove e guximshme! Besoj se me edukat\u00ebn q\u00eb do t\u2019i jap\u00ebsh ti, ajo do t\u00eb b\u00ebhet nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb shembullor.
\n– Eh, s\u2019e dim\u00eb at\u00eb pun\u00eb. T\u00eb rritet nj\u00ebher\u00eb e pastaj t\u00eb shohim. Po shijoj k\u00ebto momente e nuk e kam nd\u00ebrmend ta vras mendjen p\u00ebr t\u00eb ardhmen. Po ti, si po shkon? – e pyesja gjithmon\u00eb.
\n– Mir\u00eb, ja, e shtyjm\u00eb. Djali m\u00eb ka ngjar\u00eb komplet mua. Edhe nusja \u00ebsht\u00eb e mir\u00eb.
\nFlisnim si t\u00eb ishim dy shok\u00eb dhe kjo ishte nj\u00eb gj\u00eb shum\u00eb e mir\u00eb. Takimi i par\u00eb pasi ishim b\u00ebr\u00eb t\u00eb dy prind\u00ebr, ishte sikur t\u00eb ishim takuar p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb. Edhe pse ishim ndar\u00eb, ne ende nuk e kishim b\u00ebr\u00eb divorcin dhe na duhej ta b\u00ebnim sa m\u00eb shpejt sepse ai do t\u00eb b\u00ebnte martes\u00ebn me gruan tjet\u00ebr.
\n– Nuk m\u00eb b\u00ebn zemra t\u00eb shkoj n\u00eb gjykat\u00eb me ty! – m\u00eb tha. \u2013 Po t\u00eb jet\u00eb p\u00ebr mua, nuk do ta b\u00ebja n\u00eb asnj\u00eb rrethan\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb divorc, por gruaja do me patjet\u00ebr t\u00eb b\u00ebj\u00eb celebrimin.
\n– Pse flet n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb? Ajo t\u00eb ka b\u00ebr\u00eb baba. T\u00eb dha at\u00eb q\u00eb nuk munda t\u00eb ta jepja un\u00eb.
\n– Ti nuk m\u00eb dhe nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb, por m\u00eb ke dh\u00ebn\u00eb shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra t\u00eb tjera. Ti m\u00eb dhe ngroht\u00ebsin\u00eb familjare.
\n– Pse, tani t\u00eb mungon kjo ngroht\u00ebsi?
\n– Po ja, si t\u00eb t\u00eb them… Ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e re dhe do q\u00eb edhe un\u00eb t\u00eb kem qejfet e saj. \u00cbsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e papjekur dhe shkurt, nuk p\u00ebrshtatem.
\n– Po ti shkove tek ajo kur ishe me mua. \u2013 e dija se po e l\u00ebndoja me k\u00ebt\u00eb fjal\u00eb, por nuk rrija dot pa ia th\u00ebn\u00eb. \u2013 Nuk besoj se nuk e doje n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb.
\n– Kurr\u00eb nuk t\u00eb kam tradhtuar me zem\u00ebr…
\nK\u00ebt\u00eb e dija se ai kishte pritur shum\u00eb koh\u00eb q\u00eb ta b\u00ebnte nj\u00eb gj\u00eb t\u00eb till\u00eb, por jeta k\u00ebshtu \u00ebsht\u00eb!
\n– Megjithat\u00eb, duhet ta mbarojm\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb – i thash\u00eb. \u2013 T\u2019i firmosim letrat e t\u00eb ndahemi p\u00ebrfundimisht.
\nK\u00ebshtu b\u00ebm\u00eb. U takuam edhe nj\u00eb her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr dhe at\u00eb dit\u00eb mora dhe vajz\u00ebn me vete se ishte pasdite von\u00eb e nuk kisha ku ta lija.
\n– Sa e bukur! \u2013 tha ai sapo e pa. – sa gabim b\u00ebra q\u00eb nuk t\u00eb d\u00ebgjova kur m\u00eb the ta merrnim q\u00eb at\u00ebher\u00eb.
\n– Pse thua k\u00ebshtu? Ti tani ke f\u00ebmij\u00ebn t\u00ebnd. Duket sikur nuk je dhe aq i lumtur. Tek un\u00eb do t\u00eb gjesh gjithmon\u00eb nj\u00eb shoqe p\u00ebr t\u00eb biseduar. – kjo ishte e padrejt\u00eb, p\u00ebrderisa ai po martohej p\u00ebrs\u00ebri, por k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb i tha zemra e jo un\u00eb, prandaj nuk e b\u00ebj veten me faj.
\nU duk se ai k\u00ebt\u00eb fjal\u00eb kishte pritur nga un\u00eb dhe, edhe pse b\u00ebm\u00eb procedurat e divorcit, ai filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb th\u00ebrriste p\u00ebr kafe. Disa her\u00eb dilja e disa her\u00eb jo. Nganj\u00ebher\u00eb merrja edhe vajz\u00ebn me vete e ai shkrihej pas saj. Nuk kishte asgj\u00eb t\u00eb shtirur n\u00eb ato q\u00eb b\u00ebnte, por gjith\u00eb k\u00ebto takime sigurisht q\u00eb do t\u00eb binin n\u00eb syrin e gruas s\u00eb tij t\u00eb dyt\u00eb. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb ra telefoni dhe nga ana tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb foli z\u00ebri i nj\u00eb gruaje.
\n– A do ta l\u00ebsh burrin tim t\u00eb qet\u00eb apo si e ke hallin?
\n– M\u00eb falni, po m\u00eb k\u00eb po flas? – un\u00eb nuk kisha t\u00eb dashur dhe p\u00ebr momentin nuk m\u00eb shkoi mendja tek ish-burri.
\n– Me k\u00eb po flet? B\u00ebn edhe interesanten pale! Po ti e kishe dhe ai nuk t\u00eb deshi e erdhi tek un\u00eb. Tani do ta marr\u00ebsh prap\u00eb?
\n– Haha – qesha me sa fuqi q\u00eb kisha, sepse e kuptova se kush ishte. \u2013 E ke gabim mi shoqe. Un\u00eb nuk jam e lidhur me burrin t\u00ebnd e nuk kam nd\u00ebrmend q\u00eb ta marr.
\n– L\u00ebri k\u00ebto ti, po m\u00eb mir\u00eb t\u2019i sqarojm\u00eb gj\u00ebrat drejtp\u00ebrs\u00ebdrejti.
\n– Kur t\u00eb duash. Un\u00eb nuk kam se \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb sqaroj, por meq\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul, po pranoj.
\nKur u takuam, e pash\u00eb se ajo ishte shum\u00eb e revoltuar. Ai i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se donte q\u00eb t\u00eb bashkohej p\u00ebrs\u00ebri me mua. U habita edhe un\u00eb kur ajo m\u00eb tha k\u00ebshtu dhe n\u00eb fakt, i dhash\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb p\u00ebr acarimin e saj, por ia b\u00ebra t\u00eb qart\u00eb se nuk kisha nd\u00ebrmend t\u00eb lidhesha me burrin e saj. Ajo kishte f\u00ebmij\u00ebn me t\u00eb dhe ai, p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb shkak m\u00eb kishte tradhtuar.
\nPor, ky ishte vet\u00ebm fillimi i nj\u00eb periudhe plot me sherre dhe telefonata me ofendime nga ana e saj. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb erdhi n\u00eb maj\u00eb t\u00eb hund\u00ebs dhe vendosa t\u00eb shkoja te sht\u00ebpia e tyre. Mora vajz\u00ebn n\u00eb makin\u00eb dhe shkova.
\nI rash\u00eb der\u00ebs dhe te dera u shfaq ish-burri im. Ai u habit kur m\u00eb pa.
\n– A mund t\u00eb futem?
\n– Sigurisht! – tha me gjys\u00ebm z\u00ebri.
\nU futa n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb dhe ula vajz\u00ebn n\u00eb divan. Edhe e shoqja u habit.
\n– Un\u00eb kam ardhur sot se nuk i duroj m\u00eb telefonatat e tua. – iu drejtova asaj.
\n– \u00c7far\u00eb telefonatash? – iu kthye ai.
\n– Nuk e kuptoj se \u00e7far\u00eb thot\u00eb. – mohoi ajo sy p\u00ebr sy.
\n– Ti nuk kupton? Pa thuaja k\u00ebtij ato q\u00eb m\u00eb thua mua n\u00eb telefon \u00e7do dit\u00eb.
\nAjo nuk foli.
\n– Nuk do t\u00eb flas\u00ebsh? At\u00ebher\u00eb po flas un\u00eb. – u zbraza un\u00eb e lodhur nga akuzat e saj. – Kjo zonja k\u00ebtu m\u00eb merr p\u00ebrdit\u00eb n\u00eb telefon e m\u00eb thot\u00eb se po ia marr burrin. Thuaja se nuk kemi gj\u00eb bashk\u00eb e t\u00eb m\u00eb l\u00ebr\u00eb rehat.
\n– Ashtu! Dhe ti m\u00eb pyet a jam i lumtur… – m\u2019u kthye mua.
\n– E shikon, ju flisni bashk\u00eb \u00eb? – ajo nuk kishte faj se ai vet\u00eb tha se m\u00eb ishte ankuar p\u00ebr t\u00eb.
\n– Un\u00eb kam t\u00eb drejt\u00eb t\u00eb dua k\u00eb t\u00eb dua. Un\u00eb ende e dua k\u00ebt\u00eb fem\u00ebr q\u00eb shikon ti k\u00ebtu. Se, q\u00eb ta dish ti, kjo nuk i ka b\u00ebr\u00eb kurr\u00eb k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra q\u00eb b\u00ebn ti. E vetmja gj\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb largoi nga kjo ishte idiotizmi im. Tani, n\u00eb da\u00e7 b\u00ebrtit e n\u00eb da\u00e7 jo. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb fjala ime. \u2013 tha ai me nj\u00eb ton q\u00eb nuk e kisha d\u00ebgjuar ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb.
\nAjo nuk foli m\u00eb at\u00eb dit\u00eb se nuk kishte \u00e7far\u00eb t\u00eb thoshte. Kjo, edhe p\u00ebr mua ishte nj\u00eb bomb\u00eb. Ai m\u00eb donte aq shum\u00eb sa e pohoi para gruas q\u00eb i kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb ai \u00ebnd\u00ebrronte m\u00eb shum\u00eb.
\nE q\u00eb ta them me pak fjal\u00eb, pak e nga pak ai u rikthye tek un\u00eb. Tani jetojm\u00eb s\u00eb bashku me vajz\u00ebn. Shkon t\u00eb takoj\u00eb djalin ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, madje dy her\u00eb e kishte marr\u00eb me vete te sht\u00ebpia ime. Nuk e di si do t\u2019i vej\u00eb filli k\u00ebsaj historie, por shpresoj p\u00ebr mir\u00eb. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u00eb dashur lexues, un\u00eb q\u00eb po ju shkruaj jam nj\u00eb grua q\u00eb gjat\u00eb pjes\u00ebs m\u00eb t\u00eb madhe t\u00eb jet\u00ebs kam dashur t\u00eb b\u00ebhem n\u00ebn\u00eb. Kam kaluar vite t\u00eb t\u00ebra duke b\u00ebr\u00eb analiza dhe duke u zhg\u00ebnjyer. U martova jo shum\u00eb e re, n\u00eb mosh\u00ebn 30 vje\u00e7are me shkuesi, sepse nuk po arrija t\u2019ia vija gishtin […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":12112,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12999","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=12999"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12999\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12112"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}