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Historia ime fillon trishtuesh\u00ebm, por nuk p\u00ebrfundon k\u00ebshtu. T\u00eb them t\u00eb\ndrejt\u00ebn, tani q\u00eb po shkruaj historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime, nuk mendoj se jam n\u00eb\ngjendje ta tregoj me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe arsyeja q\u00eb nuk do ta v\u00eb emrin\ntim n\u00eb fund, por ky \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe treguesi i mentalitetit q\u00eb nuk \u00e7rr\u00ebnjoset. Un\u00eb\njam n\u00eb burr\u00eb n\u00eb mesmosh\u00eb, por edhe un\u00eb kam qen\u00eb i ri dhe kam jetuar e p\u00ebrjetuar\nshum\u00eb gj\u00ebra. N\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb tet\u00eb, u njoha me nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb t\u00eb ardhur nga viset malore\nt\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb. Ata ishin nj\u00eb familje e rregullt dhe ajo ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb aq\nsimpatike, me sy t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj dhe plot jet\u00eb, me goj\u00eb n\u00eb form\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukur, e\ngjat\u00eb, por dallonte nga t\u00eb tjerat edhe p\u00ebr krenarin\u00eb q\u00eb kishte, gj\u00eb q\u00eb e b\u00ebnte\nt\u00eb binte m\u00eb shum\u00eb n\u00eb sy. Vitet kaluan dhe as ajo, as un\u00eb nuk e mor\u00ebm hapin\nkryesor, at\u00eb t\u00eb fejes\u00ebs, sepse familjet tona nuk e donin bashkimin ton\u00eb. Nj\u00eb\ndit\u00eb daja m\u00eb propozoi t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb Itali me t\u00eb. Meqen\u00ebse n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb nuk kisha\nrezultate t\u00eb mira, kjo ishte rruga ime e vetme. U ndam\u00eb, por p\u00ebr t\u2019u bashkuar\np\u00ebrs\u00ebri. P\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb letrave, m`u desh t\u00eb rrija p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb t\u00eb gjat\u00eb atje.\nFamilja m\u00eb kishte gjetur nj\u00eb nuse. Nuk e di as vet\u00eb se si pranova. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Familja ime nuk e donte vajz\u00ebn me t\u00eb cil\u00ebn isha i dashuruar e nuk e kisha\nharruar as me flirtet n\u00eb Itali. T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, nga natyra jam nj\u00eb mashkull\nq\u00eb nuk i rezistoj dot femr\u00ebs. Ato m\u00eb afrohen p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb syve t\u00eb mi boj\u00ebqielli,\nnd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb u afrohem atyre nga debulesa p\u00ebr gjinin\u00eb fem\u00ebrore. T\u00eb them t\u00eb\nv\u00ebrtet\u00ebn, k\u00ebtu ishte gabimi im, por si\u00e7 na kan\u00eb m\u00ebsuar gjithmon\u00eb t\u00eb\nn\u00ebnshtrohemi e jo t\u00eb b\u00ebjm\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb duam, edhe un\u00eb u binda. Erdha n\u00eb Shqip\u00ebri dhe\nb\u00ebm\u00eb dasm\u00ebn. At\u00eb dit\u00eb isha i dehur dhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb k\u00ebrcenin n\u00eb dasm\u00ebn time,\nnd\u00ebrsa un\u00eb isha fshehur n\u00eb lokalin e daj\u00ebs. Nuk shkova at\u00eb nat\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dit\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr q\u00ebndrova n\u00eb shtrat\ngjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn, sepse nuk hapja dot syt\u00eb nga pija e dy dit\u00ebve m\u00eb par\u00eb. Vajza me\nt\u00eb cil\u00ebn u martova ishte nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb shum\u00eb e mir\u00eb, e urt\u00eb, pun\u00ebtore dhe\nsimpatike, esmere dhe mjaft e durueshme. \u00cbsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb se familja nuk t\u00eb do\nt\u00eb keqen prandaj edhe kishin zgjedhur k\u00ebt\u00eb vajz\u00eb kaq t\u00eb mir\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. E keqja\n\u00ebsht\u00eb se n\u00eb k\u00ebto raste, vepron zemra. P\u00ebr disa \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb jo\nshum\u00eb e r\u00ebnd\u00ebsishme, por p\u00ebr mua jo. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dit\u00ebt kaluan dhe un\u00eb nuk kisha fjetur akoma me nusen. K\u00ebshtu ndenj\u00ebm nj\u00eb\nvit e gjys\u00ebm. M\u00eb pas u nisa prap\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00eb Itali. Ndenja atje kat\u00ebr vjet. Nusja\nduroi p\u00ebr tre vjet me prind\u00ebrit e mi dhe pastaj u kthye n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e vet,\nashtu si\u00e7 kishte ardhur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur u ktheva, \u00e7do gj\u00eb kishte ndryshuar, nusja kishte ikur e mund t\u00eb flija\nn\u00eb krevatin dopio e jo n\u00eb kuzhin\u00eb; vajza q\u00eb kisha dashur q\u00eb n\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb tet\u00eb\nishte rritur, un\u00eb kisha siguruar nj\u00eb sasi lek\u00ebsh e mund t\u00eb hapja nj\u00eb biznes. Vet\u00ebm\ndashuria ime p\u00ebr at\u00eb vajz\u00eb nuk kishte ndryshuar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Megjith\u00ebse shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra ishin n\u00eb vij\u00eb, ne akoma nuk mund t\u00eb martoheshim p\u00ebr\narsye t\u00eb familjes s\u00eb nuses q\u00eb kisha braktisur. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb, nj\u00eb shoku im m\u00eb tregoi\np\u00ebr t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn e vet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E dua shum\u00eb – m\u00eb tha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po pse nuk e merr? – i thash\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00cbsht\u00eb e martuar, ka dhe nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7`\u00ebsht\u00eb ky gomarll\u00ebk? Nuk gjeje dot nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb, apo jan\u00eb mbaruar?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ehu, mos t\u00eb r\u00ebnt\u00eb – m\u00eb tha – se nuk ke \u00e7`t\u2019i b\u00ebsh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00eb, jan\u00eb pun\u00ebt e tua…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dit\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po deshe, t\u00eb njoh un\u00eb me shoqen e t\u00eb dashur\u00ebs sime. I pash\u00eb dje bashk\u00eb.\n\u00cbsht\u00eb e papame lali! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, jo! Nuk kam nd\u00ebrmend t\u00eb merrem tani p\u00ebr tani me k\u00ebto gj\u00ebra, kam\nhallin e pun\u00ebs. Pastaj, ti e di \u00e7far\u00eb po pres. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po mir\u00eb, ti shikoje nj\u00ebher\u00eb e pastaj flasim. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb qoft\u00eb se do t\u2019i kisha th\u00ebn\u00eb \u201cjo\u201d n\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast do t\u00eb kisha vepruar mire se\ndo t\u00eb kisha mb\u00ebshtetur shprehjen q\u00eb njeriu bie vet\u00ebm nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri, por\ndo t\u00eb kisha vepruar keq se nuk do t\u00eb mbushja t\u00eb gjitha hap\u00ebsirat e jet\u00ebs sime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dita e tret\u00eb ishte vendimtare. Se bashku me shokun, shkuam n\u00eb or\u00ebn tre te\nlokali ku kishim l\u00ebn\u00eb takimin. Ato t\u00eb dyja kishin ardhur. Shoku im m\u00eb tha se\nvet\u00ebm nj\u00eb her\u00eb do ta takoja dhe pastaj mund t\u00eb mos e takoja m\u00eb sepse ajo nuk e dinte\ngj\u00eb se un\u00eb doja t\u00eb dilja me t\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
U prezantuam. Ishin nj\u00ebra m\u00eb e bukur se tjetra. Ajo q\u00eb shoq\u00ebronte shokun\ntim ishte ezmere, me flok\u00eb t\u00eb drejta, kafe t\u00eb err\u00ebt gati t\u00eb zeza, trup perfekt,\nsikur t\u00eb mos kishte lindur f\u00ebmij\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb. Dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e saj ishin t\u00eb p\u00ebrkryer.\nNd\u00ebrsa ajo, shoqja e saj, ishte m\u00eb bjonde, syjeshile, pak m\u00eb e mbushur e jo aq\nelegante sa shoqja vet. U ul\u00ebm dhe filluam t\u00eb njiheshim, por ajo fliste aq pak.\nE dashura e shokut tim ishte shum\u00eb alegro dhe u k\u00ebnaq\u00ebm shum\u00eb, por ajo nuk m`u\nduk se u k\u00ebnaq. Nga fytyra dukej shum\u00eb e eg\u00ebr dhe me karakter t\u00eb fort\u00eb. U\nndam\u00eb, por mua nuk m\u00eb b\u00ebhej t\u00eb shkoja n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Pyeta shokun se ku banonin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– A mund t\u00eb shkojm\u00eb af\u00ebr sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb tyre? Sa kam d\u00ebshir\u00eb ta shoh prap\u00eb!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai pranoi. Mund t\u00eb b\u00ebnte gjith\u00e7ka edhe p\u00ebr mua, por edhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn e\nvet q\u00eb e dashuronte. Shkuam. Ato t\u00eb dyja po rrinin n\u00eb oborr si\u00e7 dalin darkave\nn\u00ebnat me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tyre t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl. T\u00eb dyja kishin nga nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn\nmosh\u00eb. Na pan\u00eb. At\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e saj nuk do ta harroj kurr\u00eb, sepse kuptova se\ndi\u00e7ka ndjente p\u00ebr mua. N\u00eb lokal ajo dukej se nuk ia kaloi mir\u00eb, madje po\nbezdisej e jo m\u00eb t\u00eb kishte ndjer\u00eb gj\u00eb p\u00ebr mua. Tani, ajo m\u00eb pa dhe m\u00eb konfirmoi\nndjenj\u00ebn reciproke. U g\u00ebzova aq shum\u00eb sa ishte dita e par\u00eb q\u00eb mendja m\u00eb rrinte\nte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr tjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dit\u00ebt n\u00eb vazhdim ishin tep\u00ebr t\u00eb lumtura. E takova disa her\u00eb. Nuk ishte si\nt\u00eb tjerat q\u00eb kisha njohur. Ishte edhe shum\u00eb e bukur, por ishte fjal\u00ebpak\u00eb, e\nkund\u00ebrta ime q\u00eb flisja gjithmon\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb dashuri me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Nga dita n\u00eb\ndit\u00eb kuptova se e doja. M\u00eb p\u00eblqente t\u00eb rrija me t\u00eb. Ishte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr e\nkompletuar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ajo ishte e martuar, por edhe ishte e lir\u00eb p\u00ebr takime. Si duket, ngaq\u00eb\nishte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr korrekte, kishte fituar besimin e burrit t\u00eb saj. P\u00ebr mua, ishin\nkoh\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb bukura ato q\u00eb kalova me t\u00eb, por ajo nuk e pati t\u00eb leht\u00eb, sepse\nduke r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me mua, kushedi si ndjehej kur shkonte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi tek i\nshoqi. P\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb, ajo nuk m\u00eb foli kurr\u00eb, sepse i till\u00eb ishte tipi i saj. Un\u00eb\nfillova pun\u00ebn dhe ndiheshim mir\u00eb, mir\u00ebpo ajo nj\u00eb dit\u00eb m\u00eb tha se ishte\nshtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Oh jo, jo me mua! Ishte shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb me t\u00eb shoqin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
K\u00ebshtu, un\u00eb mbeta p\u00ebrs\u00ebri n\u00eb pritje. E shihja \u00e7do dit\u00eb, por ajo me at\u00eb\nnatyr\u00ebn e vet, mund t\u00eb kalonte af\u00ebr dhe t\u00eb sillej se nuk ishim takuar\nndonj\u00ebher\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu kaloi koha dhe m\u00eb s\u00eb fundi, erdhi dita kur un\u00eb mund t\u00eb\nkuror\u00ebzoja dashurin\u00eb e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. B\u00ebm\u00eb nj\u00eb das\u00ebm t\u00eb vog\u00ebl. Kisha pritur aq\nshum\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb dit\u00eb! Vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr pak koh\u00eb nuk e mendoja, kur isha e lidhur me at\u00eb\nfem\u00ebr, q\u00eb m\u00eb mir\u00eb q\u00eb ishte e martuar sepse do t\u00eb kisha p\u00ebrfunduar me t\u00eb dhe nuk\ndo t\u00eb m\u00eb shkonte mendja p\u00ebr asnj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Kur je i vog\u00ebl, je i pafajsh\u00ebm dhe\nZoti t`i plot\u00ebson t\u00eb gjitha d\u00ebshirat nga past\u00ebrtia q\u00eb ke n\u00eb shpirt. I isha\nlutur Zotit q\u00eb kur u dashurova n\u00eb klas\u00eb t\u00eb tet\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhej kjo das\u00ebm, prandaj\nm`u plot\u00ebsua kjo d\u00ebshir\u00eb. Kur u dashurova me gruan e martuar, isha i madh dhe\nnuk isha aq i past\u00ebr sa f\u00ebmij\u00eb vetvetiu, prandaj nuk m\u2019u plot\u00ebsua d\u00ebshira t\u00eb\nmartohesha me t\u00eb. Isha lutur nj\u00ebsoj n\u00eb t\u00eb dy rastet. Vet\u00ebm kjo mund t\u00eb ishte\narsyeja q\u00eb m`u plot\u00ebsua d\u00ebshira e f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gruaja e martuar lindi dhe pas nj\u00ebfar\u00eb kohe, filloi pun\u00eb. E shihja \u00e7do\nm\u00ebngjes dhe ndjeja t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn ndjenj\u00eb si dit\u00ebn e par\u00eb. Isha mes dy femrash q\u00eb i\ndashuroja. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes kisha dal\u00eb her\u00ebt nga sht\u00ebpia. Ajo, si zakonisht, doli t\u00eb\nshkonte n\u00eb pun\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00ebm\u00ebngjes \u2013 i thash\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u00ebm\u00ebngjes!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7`kemi? A mund t`ju shoq\u00ebroj pak?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Me k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi! Ti e di se un\u00eb e kam p\u00ebr k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsi t\u00eb eci me ty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
E shoq\u00ebrova p\u00ebr n\u00eb pun\u00eb dhe vura re se ajo nuk kishte ndryshuar aspak,\nmadje ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb e mir\u00eb. Nj\u00eb vit pas lindjes s\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebs ajo ishte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr\nshum\u00eb e bukur. Ishte rigjeneruar. K\u00ebshtu b\u00ebm\u00eb edhe disa dit\u00eb t\u00eb tjera. Na\nkishte marr\u00eb malli p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, por ajo ishte e larg\u00ebt, nuk m\u00eb afrohej si\nm\u00eb par\u00eb, nuk isha pjes\u00eb e zemr\u00ebs s\u00eb saj si m\u00eb par\u00eb. T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, un\u00eb ndjehesha\nm\u00eb i leht\u00ebsuar. V\u00ebrtet e doja, por martesa ime po shkonte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb. Kjo\nmartes\u00eb kishte qen\u00eb dashuria ime e par\u00eb dhe na u desh shum\u00eb ta finalizonim.\nGruaja q\u00eb kisha p\u00ebrkrah ishte nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr e fort\u00eb, shum\u00eb e shkath\u00ebt, me energji\ndhe me t\u00eb, jeta ishte nj\u00eb progres i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Tani un\u00eb kam kat\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00eb dhe\njetoj i qet\u00eb. Biznesi im n\u00eb saje t\u00eb pun\u00ebs sime dhe t\u00eb gruas sime, shkon shum\u00eb\nmir\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At\u00eb e shoh shpesh. Koha ka b\u00ebr\u00eb pun\u00ebn e saj, por ajo mbetet nd\u00ebr\npreferencat e mia. Ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb e takoj. Ka ndryshuar shum\u00eb nga ajo femra 24-vje\u00e7are\nq\u00eb njoha. Ja pra, si \u00ebsht\u00eb jeta! Dashuron, t\u00eb pengojn\u00eb, zem\u00ebrohesh me t\u00eb\ngjith\u00eb, gjen nj\u00eb rrug\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb arrish at\u00eb q\u00eb do, kur e arrin nuk ke at\u00eb\nsatisfaksion q\u00eb mendoje! Mjafton ta jetosh shum\u00eb dashuri, t\u00eb cilat t\u00eb\nplot\u00ebsojn\u00eb nj\u00ebra-tjetr\u00ebn. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Historia ime fillon trishtuesh\u00ebm, por nuk p\u00ebrfundon k\u00ebshtu. T\u00eb them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, tani q\u00eb po shkruaj historin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime, nuk mendoj se jam n\u00eb gjendje ta tregoj me z\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb. Kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb edhe arsyeja q\u00eb nuk do ta v\u00eb emrin tim n\u00eb fund, por ky \u00ebsht\u00eb dhe treguesi i mentalitetit q\u00eb nuk \u00e7rr\u00ebnjoset. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":20634,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249],"class_list":["post-20633","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20633","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=20633"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20633\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20634"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20633"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20633"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20633"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}