Vijim…!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“T\u00eb dua”, m\u00eb tha duke m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e duke m\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb sy. Nuk i fola, ve\u00e7se e pash\u00eb n\u00eb sy. “T\u00eb dua, m\u00eb tha ai prap\u00eb. Sagapao, sagapao poli!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00eb erdhi keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Dukej q\u00eb ndjente v\u00ebrtet e q\u00eb nuk shtirej. Nuk dija\n\u00e7\u2019t\u2019i thosha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Kam p\u00ebrshtypjen se ti bie shpejt ne dashuri”, – i thash\u00eb duke i\nbuzeqeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Po, m\u00eb tha, bie v\u00ebrtet shpejt n\u00eb dashuri, por kjo nuk m\u00eb ndodh\nshpesh”, shtoi\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk dija \u00e7\u2019t\u2019i thoja. Nga nj\u00ebra an\u00eb, pse ta fsheh, m\u00eb p\u00eblqente q\u00eb dikush\nkishte r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri me mua dhe, nga ana tjet\u00ebr, m\u00eb vinte keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb tek e\nshihja q\u00eb vuante. Pa folur, iu afrova ta p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelja dhe filluam t\u00eb b\u00ebnim\ndashuri aty, n\u00eb vask\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMe ty ndjehem mir\u00eb, me ty k\u00ebnaqem, m\u00eb tha ai teksa rrinte n\u00eb prehrin tim,\nme kurriz t\u00eb mb\u00ebshtetur n\u00eb gjoksin tim. Me gruan time nuk e kam ndjer\u00eb\nasnj\u00ebher\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb q\u00eb ndjej me ty\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNuk e doje?\u201d, e pyeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPh\u00eb, shfryu ai. Nuk di t\u00eb them n\u00eb e doja, n\u00eb jo. Ndodhi aq shpejt martesa\njon\u00eb, sa\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb isha ndar\u00eb nga nj\u00eb ish e dashura ime me te cilen kisha\nbashkejetuar shume vite, pa u martuar. At\u00eb e doja shum\u00eb, por ajo ishte karakter\ni keq. Flirtonte me \u00e7do mashkull q\u00eb i p\u00eblqente. Ia fala nj\u00eb her\u00eb, dy, tre,\npastaj nuk e durova dot m\u00eb dhe u ndam\u00eb. Ish-gruaja ime q\u00eb e njoha n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb,\nishte ndryshe nga ish-e dashura ime, e p\u00ebrmbajtur, serioze dhe, pse ta fsheh, e\nndershme, n\u00eb kuptimin e moralit. Kjo m\u00eb p\u00eblqente. Ajo ishte rritur ne nj\u00eb\nfamilje tradicionale nga Kreta ku tradhtia ndaj burrit apo gruas konsiderohej m\u00ebkat\ne turp i madh. Ve\u00e7 k\u00ebsaj, i ati i saj ishte prift dhe kuptohet q\u00eb edukata q\u00eb i\nkishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb ai kishte ndikuar shum\u00eb n\u00eb karakterin e saj. Kishte pasur histori\ndashurie, por, si\u00e7 ma kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb dhe si\u00e7 ma provoi edhe jeta, kurr\u00eb nuk e\ntradhtonte partnerin. Edhe mua, kam besimin se kurr\u00eb nuk m\u00eb ka tradhtuar.\nShpejt ajo mbeti shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb dhe kjo ndikoi qe t\u00eb martoheshim me urgjenc\u00eb se e\nbija e priftit nuk mund t\u00eb ishte me barr\u00eb pa u martuar. N\u00eb fakt, dasm\u00ebn na e\nshpejtoi edhe i ati i saj q\u00eb pritej te vdiste dhe thoshte q\u00eb nuk do ta treste\ndheu pa b\u00ebr\u00eb ceremonine e martes\u00ebs s\u00eb vajz\u00ebs s\u00eb tij. K\u00ebshtu, shum\u00eb shpejt, si\npa e kuptuar as vete, u ndodha i veshur me kostumin e dh\u00ebnd\u00ebrris\u00eb p\u00ebrball\u00eb\npriftit, vjehrrit tim te ardhsh\u00ebm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb fillim ia kalonim mir\u00eb. Shpejt u b\u00ebm\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00eb, me vajz\u00ebn,\nMaria-Kristin\u00ebn (emrin ia vuri gjyshi) q\u00eb mua m\u00eb ngjante si dy pika uji. Nuk\nkishte marr\u00eb asgj\u00eb nga e \u00ebma, asgj\u00eb fare. Ishte bjonde si un\u00eb, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb ajo\nishte brune e theksuar, si shumica e kretaneve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vajz\u00ebn e doja shume, jashtezakonisht shum\u00eb. U lidha shum\u00eb me t\u00eb, q\u00eb n\u00eb\nmomentin q\u00eb e pash\u00eb n\u00eb maternitet. Ndofta ndikoi kjo dashuri q\u00eb dashuria p\u00ebr\ngruan filloi t\u00eb pak\u00ebsohej. E kam lexuar k\u00ebt\u00eb teori n\u00eb librin e nj\u00eb psikologu p\u00ebr\nmarr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet n\u00eb \u00e7ift dhe mendoj se ka t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. Ve\u00e7 kesaj, ajo filloi t\u00eb mos e\nmbante veten, u sh\u00ebndosh shum\u00eb. Filluam t\u00eb b\u00ebnim dashuri gjithnj\u00eb e m\u00eb rrall\u00eb.\nN\u00eb fillim, nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb jav\u00eb, pastaj n\u00eb dy jav\u00eb, pastaj nj\u00eb her\u00eb n\u00eb muaj dhe m\u00eb\nrrall\u00eb bile\u2026 Un\u00eb fillova t\u00eb mos tregohesha shum\u00eb i vemendshem me t\u00eb. P\u00ebr vajzen\nthosha qindra fjal\u00eb t\u00eb \u00ebmbla dashurie n\u00eb dit\u00eb, nd\u00ebrsa p\u00ebr at\u00eb as m\u00eb binte\nmendja t\u2019i thosha nj\u00eb fjal\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kishte kaluar m\u00eb shum\u00eb se nje vit nga lindja e vajzes kur e tradhtova p\u00ebr\nher\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb. Ishte nje flirt, nj\u00eb marr\u00ebdhenie kalimtare, por q\u00eb m\u00eb shijoi. M\u00eb\nkujtoi jet\u00ebn time t\u00eb m\u00ebparshme. Vet\u00ebm n\u00eb momentin q\u00eb po b\u00ebja dashuri, t\u00eb them t\u00eb\ndrejt\u00ebn, kujtova vajz\u00ebn. M\u2019u duk sikur tradhtova at\u00eb e jo gruan time\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Papritmas ai ndaloi dhe pa celularin q\u00eb kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb anash vaskes. \u201cOu vajti\nora, sa shpejt kalon kjo dreq ore kur jam me ty!\u201d, m\u00eb tha ai. \u201cMerri n\u00eb telefon\nata t\u00eb zyres q\u00eb t\u00eb rrish edhe nj\u00eb ore tjeter, m\u00eb tha ai. T\u00eb lutem, dua t\u00eb flas\nme ty… M\u00eb von\u00eb u lidha me nj\u00eb kolege t\u00eb pun\u00ebs dhe kalova disa koh\u00eb me t\u00eb.\nK\u00ebshtu vazhdova. N\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb, filluam t\u00eb ziheshim me gruan. Ajo e kuptonte qe\nun\u00eb nuk e doja m\u00eb. B\u00ebri goxha p\u00ebrpjekje n\u00eb fakt p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb ngjallur dashurin\u00eb,\nfilloi diet\u00ebn, u dob\u00ebsua, por aha, gjith\u00e7ka kishte marr\u00eb fund. \u00c7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb ajo b\u00ebnte,\nn\u00eb vend q\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00eb shtonte dashurin\u00eb, ma nxirrte nga zemra. Filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte\nkeq p\u00ebr t\u00eb dhe mundohesha t\u00eb mos e fyeja e te tregohesha i kujdesshem, por\nkohet e fundit fillova ta urreja. Fillova ta tradhtoja sa her\u00eb q\u00eb m\u00eb binte\nrasti. E b\u00ebja n\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb shumt\u00ebn e rasteve, p\u00ebr inat t\u00eb saj. Shkoja edhe me femra\nq\u00eb nuk i doja, thjesht p\u00ebr t\u2019u shfryr\u00eb ose p\u00ebr inat. Edhe ajo e kuptoi q\u00eb un\u00eb e\ntradhtoja sepse nuk tregohesha m\u00eb i kujdessh\u00ebm. Mbaja shpesh arom\u00eb femrash kur\nshkoja n\u00eb shtepi\u2026 Mendova ta ndaja, por nuk rrija dot pa vajz\u00ebn. Ti e di \u00e7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb\nf\u00ebmija. Ajo e dinte pik\u00ebn time t\u00eb dob\u00ebt dhe ma tha tro\u00e7 nj\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb duhej t\u00eb\nmbliodhja mendjen se, po t\u00eb ndaheshim, nuk kisha p\u00ebr ta par\u00eb kurr\u00eb vajz\u00ebn, se\ndo t\u00eb zhdukej bashk\u00eb me t\u00eb\u2026 Dhe keshtu e b\u00ebri. U zhduk. Njohu nj\u00eb prift\ngreko-amerikan me an\u00ebn e internetit. E kisha par\u00eb q\u00eb fliste n\u00eb internet me t\u00eb.\nQante hallet. U takuan me t\u00eb edhe k\u00ebtu n\u00eb Athin\u00eb. Nuk e di n\u00ebse do martohet me\nt\u00eb, apo jo, por ka ikur tek ai. Jam i sigurt\u00eb. Mir\u00eb ma b\u00ebri, n\u00eb fakt. Un\u00eb e kam\nfajin, ia b\u00ebra borxh\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Po e d\u00ebgjoja me v\u00ebmendje. Tregonte bukur, kur fliste ishte zhytur n\u00eb ato q\u00eb\nthoshte sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb nuk ekzistonte askush tjet\u00ebr\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Edhe me mua, p\u00ebr inat t\u00eb saj shkon? \u2013 pyeta duke e par\u00eb n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, m\u00eb tha, ty t\u00eb dua, t\u00eb betohem q\u00eb ty t\u00eb dua. Dhe kjo q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi me ty…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Po e d\u00ebgjoja me v\u00ebmendje. Tregonte bukur, kur fliste ishte zhytur n\u00eb ato q\u00eb\nthoshte sa p\u00ebr t\u00eb nuk ekzistonte askush tjet\u00ebr\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Edhe me mua, p\u00ebr inat t\u00eb saj shkon? \u2013 pyeta duke e par\u00eb n\u00eb sy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, m\u00eb tha, ty t\u00eb dua, t\u00eb betohem q\u00eb ty t\u00eb dua. Dhe kjo q\u00eb m\u00eb ndodhi me\nty… m\u00eb ka ndodhur rrall\u00eb. Q\u00ebkur t\u00eb pash\u00eb, ndjeva di\u00e7ka. E mbaj mend si tani\ndit\u00ebn e par\u00eb kur t\u00eb thirra n\u00eb at\u00eb hotelin buz\u00eb detit. Sa t\u00eb pash\u00eb, sapo t\u00eb v\u00ebshtrova\nn\u00eb syt\u00eb e tu boj\u00ebqielli, di\u00e7ka ndjeva n\u00eb kraharor, di\u00e7ka q\u00eb e ndjej kur pi\ncigaren, nj\u00eb s\u00ebmbim t\u00eb k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm mes brinj\u00ebve, s\u00ebmbim qe e ndjeva edhe m\u00eb von\u00eb,\nsa her\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb shikoja apo t\u00eb kujtoja ty. K\u00ebt\u00eb s\u00ebmbim e ndjej edhe tani p\u00ebr ty,\nmoro mu, – m\u00eb tha ai\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u00eb thash\u00eb q\u00eb ti bie shpejt n\u00eb dashuri… – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Dhe un\u00eb, po e p\u00ebrs\u00ebris q\u00eb bie shpejt, por rrall\u00eb. Kjo q\u00eb m\u00eb ka ndodhur me\nty, m\u00eb ka ndodhur vet\u00ebm me ish-t\u00eb dashur\u00ebn q\u00eb kisha para gruas. Me asnj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr\nnuk m\u00eb ka ndodhur m\u00eb pas, edhe pse kam shkuar me shum\u00eb femra. E di q\u00eb me ty\neksitohem vet\u00ebm duke t\u00eb menduar? E beson k\u00ebt\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk i fola, por e afrova nga vetja dhe e p\u00ebrqafova. Filluam t\u00eb b\u00ebnim\ndashuri p\u00ebrs\u00ebri. Ai k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb m\u00eb puthte n\u00eb buz\u00eb. E lash\u00eb, edhe pse, t\u00eb them t\u00eb\ndrejt\u00ebn, nuk ndjeva asgj\u00eb\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
6 shkurt<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sapo u zgjova nga gjumi, h\u00ebngra m\u00ebngjes dhe po shkruaj. Ndjehem shum\u00eb e\nlodhur dhe jam zgjuar me dhimbje koke. M\u00eb duket se po m\u00eb z\u00eb gripi. Kushedi kush\nma ka ngjitur\u2026 Dje me ndodhi di\u00e7ka e \u00e7uditshme, q\u00eb ia vlen ta shkruaj\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Si i ke k\u00ebmb\u00ebt, kulka mu? – m\u00eb pyeti Eftalia nga telefoni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nuk t\u00eb kuptoj, – i thash\u00eb – T\u00eb forta, top i kam, edhe depiluara, patjet\u00ebr…\n– shtova duke qeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – At\u00eb as e diskutoj, – m\u00eb tha, – por i ke te regulluara, i ke bere thonjt\u00eb,\nke bere pedikyr?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po, – i thashe, – pa problem, k\u00ebmb\u00ebt i kam merak vet\u00eb, po pse m\u00eb pyet?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Kam nje klient q\u00eb k\u00ebrkon nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb me k\u00ebmb\u00eb t\u00eb bukura dhe t\u00eb rregulluara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Ok, – i thash\u00eb, – shkoj une.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ai po me priste n\u00eb sht\u00ebpine e tij, n\u00eb Kolonaqi. Nuk e mora vesh \u00e7\u2019ishte,\npallat apo vil\u00eb personale, por ishte nj\u00eb nd\u00ebrtese e bukur tre-kater kateshe mes\npemeve. Edhe brenda, sht\u00ebpia ishte shume e bukur. Ai qe me priste ishte nje\nburre i gjate rreth te 50-ave, me floke geshtenje ndare n\u00eb an\u00eb e i veshur me nj\u00eb\nrobd\u00ebshamb\u00ebr ngjyre ulliri. Me ftoi te ulesha n\u00eb dhomen e ndenjjes. Me beri\npershtypje se shume nga pikturat e vendosura ne mure, tregonin femra me kembet\ne zbathura.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Mund t\u2019jua shoh pak k\u00ebmb\u00ebt? – pyeti ai direkt. Te them t\u00eb drejt\u00ebn, u\nhabita. Zakonisht, klient\u00ebt k\u00ebrkojn\u00eb t\u00eb shikojn\u00eb n\u00eb fillim gjoksin. Pa folur,\nhoqa xhinset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Ulu, – m\u00eb tha ai duke me treguar nj\u00eb divan t\u00eb madh t\u00eb kuq\u00ebrremt\u00eb. Ai u ul\nn\u00eb gjunj\u00eb, m\u00eb mori n\u00eb duar k\u00ebmb\u00ebt dhe filloi t\u2019i shihte me v\u00ebmendje. Dukej\nsikur asgj\u00eb nuk ekzistonte p\u00ebr t\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb n\u00eb ato momente, ve\u00e7 k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb mia. I\nshikonte dhe i p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelte leht\u00eb-leht\u00eb me dor\u00eb. \u201cO Zot, m\u00eb tha, kisha koh\u00eb pa\npar\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb kaq t\u00eb bukura\u2026\u201d. Befas filloi t\u00eb m\u00eb puthte. Filloi nga gishtat e\nk\u00ebmb\u00ebs. I fuste n\u00eb goj\u00eb nj\u00eb e nga nj\u00eb. U ndjeva keq. Po m\u00eb guduliste shum\u00eb. Ai\nvazhdonte ngadal\u00eb-ngadal\u00eb duke kaluar nga nj\u00ebri gisht, te tjetri. M\u00eb puthte e\np\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelte me duar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – T\u00eb lutem, – i thash\u00eb, – nuk duroj dot, e kam p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Vijon…!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Vijim…! “T\u00eb dua”, m\u00eb tha duke m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e duke m\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb sy. Nuk i fola, ve\u00e7se e pash\u00eb n\u00eb sy. “T\u00eb dua, m\u00eb tha ai prap\u00eb. Sagapao, sagapao poli!” M\u00eb erdhi keq p\u00ebr t\u00eb. Dukej q\u00eb ndjente v\u00ebrtet e q\u00eb nuk shtirej. Nuk dija \u00e7\u2019t\u2019i thosha. “Kam p\u00ebrshtypjen se ti bie shpejt […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21038,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[2213],"class_list":["post-21048","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-prostituta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21048","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=21048"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21048\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21038"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21048"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21048"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21048"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}