Vijim…!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Askush deri m\u00eb sot nuk m\u2019i kishte puthur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt n\u00eb at\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ok, – tha ai, – qet\u00ebsohu. Ja, t\u00eb t\u00eb jap edhe parat\u00eb. Do rrish me mua 3\nor\u00eb, – tha dhe m\u00eb zgjati 300 euro. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, u zhvesh edhe ai dhe filloi\np\u00ebrs\u00ebri \u201cpun\u00ebn\u201d. Merakun e kishte me k\u00ebmb\u00ebt. K\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb e filloi dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb, me\np\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelje e pastaj kaloi te puthjet. Nuk e di se sa ndenji duke puthur e\np\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt e mia. Nuk la gisht e pjes\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb mia pa puthur e\nl\u00ebpir\u00eb me gjuh\u00eb. M\u2019u duk vetja si mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb nd\u00ebrsa shihja at\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrkulur\npara meje. Nuk m\u00eb ishte p\u00ebrkulur ashtu, n\u00eb gjunj\u00eb, asnj\u00eb burr\u00eb deri tani. Kur\nai u \u00e7ua n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, e pash\u00eb se ishte komplet i eksituar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Shtrihu, – m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U shtriva duke pritur q\u00eb t\u00eb vinte sip\u00ebr meje, por ai u ul n\u00eb fund t\u00eb\nk\u00ebmb\u00ebve t\u00eb mia, m\u00eb mori k\u00ebmb\u00ebt n\u00eb dor\u00eb dhe filloi t\u00eb f\u00ebrkonte me to organin e\ntij. Vazhdoi k\u00ebshtu derisa arriti kulmin e k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsis\u00eb. M\u00eb pas u shtri, duke\nmbyllur syt\u00eb, i k\u00ebnaqur n\u00eb divan\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– U k\u00ebnaqe? – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po! – m\u00eb tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Kaq shum\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00eblqejn\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebt? – e pyeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po, – m\u00eb tha, – gjithmon\u00eb kam qen\u00eb i obsesionuar pas k\u00ebmb\u00ebve. \u00cbsht\u00eb pjesa\nm\u00eb e bukur e trupit t\u00eb nj\u00eb gruaje. Shikoje, ka gj\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur se kjo? – tha ai\nduke marr\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebn time n\u00eb dor\u00eb e duke filluar t\u00eb m\u00eb puth\u00eb e p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhel\u00eb s\u00ebrish\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
7 shkurt<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sot m\u00eb thirri Athanasi. Eshte klient i rregullt i zyr\u00ebs son\u00eb, edhe pse nuk\nka preferenc\u00eb p\u00ebr ndonj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Gjithmon\u00eb na th\u00ebrret t\u00eb shtunave pasdite, kur e\nshoqja \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb SPA. Nj\u00eb her\u00eb th\u00ebrret nj\u00ebr\u00ebn, nj\u00eb her\u00eb tjetr\u00ebn dhe gjithmon\u00eb na\nth\u00ebrret n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin hotel, af\u00ebr sht\u00ebpis\u00eb s\u00eb tij. M\u00eb ka th\u00ebn\u00eb se me gruan ka\nshum\u00eb diferenc\u00eb dhe rron me t\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr para. <\/p>\n\n\n\n “Ashtu si\u00e7 shkon ti me mua p\u00ebr para, ashtu edhe un\u00eb jetoj me t\u00eb p\u00ebr para,\nm\u00eb ka th\u00ebn\u00eb, jemi nj\u00ebsoj\u2026 I vetmi ndryshim \u00ebsht\u00eb se ajo m\u00eb paguan q\u00eb t\u00eb rri me\nt\u00eb 24 or\u00eb n\u00eb 24, nd\u00ebrsa ti rri me mua nj\u00eb apo dy or\u00eb\u2026 Ajo shkon me mua me\nparat\u00eb e saj; edhe un\u00eb shkoj me ty me parat\u00eb e saj\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gruaja e tij \u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e pasur. Esht\u00eb trash\u00ebgimtare e nj\u00ebrit prej\nhoteleve m\u00eb t\u00eb m\u00ebdhenj e m\u00eb luksoz\u00eb t\u00eb Athin\u00ebs, si dhe shum\u00eb dyqaneve n\u00eb rrug\u00ebn\nErmou. Ka edhe dy hotele n\u00eb Mikonos e Santorini, si dhe shum\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. “Ka\naq pasuri, m\u00eb ka th\u00ebn\u00eb ai, sa edhe t\u00eb duash ta mbarosh, nuk e mbaron dot, vet\u00ebm\nse nuk m\u00eb l\u00eb t\u00eb harxhoj shum\u00eb. M\u00eb shum\u00eb e ka prej xhelozis\u00eb sesa prej\nkopracll\u00ebkut. M\u00eb kontrollon \u00e7do gj\u00eb dhe \u00e7do shpenzim duhet t\u2019ia argumentoj, por\nun\u00eb arrij t’i gjej mund\u00ebsit\u00eb t\u00eb nxjerr para p\u00ebr t\u00eb thirrur ndonj\u00eb vajz\u00eb \u00e7do\njav\u00eb\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sot m\u00eb tregoi p\u00ebr jet\u00ebn e tij, se pse ishte martuar me at\u00eb grua. Ai kishte ardhur n\u00eb Athin\u00eb nga Janina. Kishte punuar disa koh\u00eb n\u00eb Gjermani, por nuk i kishte ecur. Kur ishte kthyer q\u00eb andej, kishte menduar t\u00eb hapte nje biznes n\u00eb Athin\u00eb me lojra fati. Kishte investuar shume para e kishte marr\u00eb goxha kredi, por, sapo biznesi kishte filluar te ecte, shteti kishte nxjerr\u00eb nj\u00eb ligj q\u00eb i ndalonte ato lloj lojnash. Ishte p\u00ebrpjekur t\u00eb hapte biznes tjeter, por nuk i kishte ecur. Q\u00eb t\u00eb shlyente kredin\u00eb e marr\u00eb ishte detyruar t\u00eb shiste sht\u00ebpin\u00eb dhe kishte mbetur ne mes te t\u00eb kat\u00ebr rrug\u00ebve. At\u00ebher\u00eb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kishte punuar disa koh\u00eb n\u00eb Gjermani, por nuk i kishte ecur. Kur ishte\nkthyer q\u00eb andej, kishte menduar t\u00eb hapte n\u00eb Athin\u00eb nje biznes me loj\u00ebra fati.\nKishte investuar shume para e kishte marr\u00eb goxha kredi, por, sapo biznesi\nkishte filluar te ecte, shteti kishte nxjerr\u00eb nj\u00eb ligj q\u00eb i ndalonte ato lloj\nloj\u00ebrash. Ishte p\u00ebrpjekur t\u00eb hapte biznes tjeter, por nuk i kishte ecur. Q\u00eb t\u00eb\nshlyente kredin\u00eb e marr\u00eb, ishte detyruar t\u00eb shiste sht\u00ebpin\u00eb dhe kishte mbetur\nne mes t\u00eb kat\u00ebr rrug\u00ebve. At\u00ebhere ishte takuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb klub me gruan e tij t\u00eb\nardhshme. E kishte \u201cgjuajtur\u201d ajo. N\u00eb fakt, ai ishte burr\u00eb simpatik, i gjat\u00eb,\nme flok\u00eb t\u00eb zinj t\u00eb krehur anash, q\u00eb binte n\u00eb sy. Kishin p\u00ebrfunduar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb\ne saj q\u00eb at\u00eb nat\u00eb q\u00eb ishin njohur. Ishin shoq\u00ebruar shum\u00eb koh\u00eb bashk\u00eb. Pas ca\nkoh\u00ebsh, ajo i kishte k\u00ebrkuar t\u00eb martoheshin. Martes\u00ebn do ta b\u00ebnin ne Las Vegas\nme nj\u00eb prift q\u00eb imitonte Elvis Preslin, pasi ajo ishte e \u00e7mendur pas tij. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Mbase ajo t\u00eb ka p\u00eblqyer se edhe ti i ngjan Elvisit! – i thash\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – E di q\u00eb i ngjaj, – m\u00eb tha ai, – ma kan\u00eb th\u00ebn\u00eb shum\u00eb\u2026 Ma ka th\u00ebn\u00eb edhe ajo\ndhe p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb m\u00eb p\u00eblqen shum\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po ti e p\u00eblqen, e do? \u2013 e pyeta?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jo, – m\u00eb tha ai, – aspak. Ajo mund t\u00eb ishte mamaja ime n\u00eb mosh\u00eb, edhe pse\n\u00ebsht\u00eb shum\u00eb e mbajtur, ka b\u00ebr\u00eb shume operacione plastike dhe cdo gjashte muaj,\nb\u00ebn botoks. Rri me t\u00eb p\u00ebr para dhe jam i k\u00ebnaqur. Ajo m\u00eb plot\u00ebson \u00e7do nevoj\u00eb.\nKam makin\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb, sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb mir\u00eb. \u00c7do muaj b\u00ebjm\u00eb nga nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim n\u00eb Evrop\u00eb\napo bot\u00eb dhe i gjith\u00eb viti m\u00eb shkon me pushime. Vet\u00ebm ka nj\u00eb t\u00eb keqe; \u00ebsht\u00eb\nshume xheloze dhe shume posesive. M\u00eb kontrollon n\u00eb \u00e7do hap. Nuk kam \u00e7\u2019i b\u00ebj, do\nta duroj. Nuk shtyhet edhe pa para, sidomos kur m\u00ebsohesh me shum\u00eb! – tha ai\nduke buzeqeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nuk ke frike se mund t\u00eb t\u00eb l\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb dhe t\u00eb ngelesh n\u00eb mes t\u00eb kat\u00ebr\nrrug\u00ebve?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Mos kujto se nuk m\u00eb ka shkuar ne mend kjo, ndaj kur b\u00ebm\u00eb martesen i kam\nk\u00ebrkuar q\u00eb t\u00eb n\u00ebnshkruante nj\u00eb kontrat\u00eb. N\u00ebse ndahemi p\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb saj, m\u00eb\ntakon nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e pasuris\u00eb. N\u00ebse ndarjen e b\u00ebj un\u00eb, nuk m\u00eb takon asgj\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po kur te vdes\u00eb ajo, t\u00eb gjitha do t\u00eb t\u00eb mbeten ty?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Nuk e di. Nuk m\u00eb tregon se \u00e7\u2019ka vendosur. Ka frik\u00eb mos e vras, si\u00e7 duket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Pse, e b\u00ebn po ta dish se ta ka l\u00ebn\u00eb ty?- e pyeta duke qeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jo, – tha, – pse t\u00eb rrezikoj kot? Un\u00eb po k\u00ebnaqem me t\u00eb. E di? N\u00eb fillim\nkisha frik\u00eb se mos m\u00eb vriste v\u00ebllai i saj, pasi i ati nuk i ka l\u00ebn\u00eb asgj\u00eb atij sepse\nai kishte ikur nga sht\u00ebpia. Kisha d\u00ebgjuar nj\u00eb histori t\u00eb till\u00eb kur nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e\nvarf\u00ebr, emigrante nga Shqip\u00ebria, shum\u00eb e bukur, u njoh me nj\u00eb grek q\u00eb ishte\nf\u00ebmija i vet\u00ebm i nj\u00eb familjeje shum\u00eb t\u00eb pasur k\u00ebtu. Vajza i p\u00eblqeu aq shum\u00eb\ngrekut sa ai vendosi t\u00eb martohej me t\u00eb, por familja e tij ishte kundra. N\u00eb at\u00eb\nkoh\u00eb, vajz\u00ebn e sulmuan n\u00eb rrug\u00eb dhe i ran\u00eb me lev\u00eb n\u00eb kok\u00eb. Thuhet se ia b\u00ebri\nfamilja e grekut q\u00eb djali t\u00eb mos martohej me t\u00eb dhe ajo t\u00eb trash\u00ebgonte gjith\u00eb\npasurin\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Je v\u00ebrtet i k\u00ebnaqur? \u2013 e pyeta. – Me thuaj te drejt\u00ebn. Nuk ke asnj\u00eb breng\u00eb?<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Jam, – tha ai, – \u00e7far\u00eb duhet t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj\nm\u00eb shum\u00eb nga jeta?! Mir\u00eb do t\u00eb ishte t\u00eb kisha pran\u00eb nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb ta doja, por\nnj\u00eb miku im thot\u00eb q\u00eb pas mosh\u00ebs nj\u00ebzet vje\u00e7are njeriu nuk bie m\u00eb n\u00eb dashuri, ndaj\n\u00ebsht\u00eb e kot\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj dashurin\u00eb. Megjithese me ty me duket se kam rene ne\ndashuri… – shtoi ai duke qeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po, po dukesh! – ia ktheva une me shaka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ishte e bukur se, ndersa ishim duke bere seks, e mori ne telefon e shoqja.\nM\u2019u kujtua se keshtu ndodhte gjithmone. Nganj\u00ebhere ai i p\u00ebrgjigjej asaj edhe\nkur ishte duke bere seks, ndersa nganjehere, sa \u201cmbaronte pune\u201d e merrte\nmenjehere ne telefon e mundohej t\u2019i shpjegohej pse nuk i ishte pergjigjur. \u201cM\u00eb\nkontrollon n\u00eb \u00e7do moment, thoshte, nuk me le t\u2019ia dredh, por un\u00eb jam i shkath\u00ebt…\u201d.\nMe tregoi se si njehere ajo kishte paguar edhe nje njeri q\u00eb ta ndiqte, por ai e\nnuhati dhe gjate asaj periudhe, u b\u00eb \u201cburr\u00eb i mir\u00eb\u201d. \u201cNj\u00eb her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr, tha ai,\nfuti nje vajze te re, moldave, t\u00eb m\u00eb provokonte n\u00eb telefon, por un\u00eb nuk e h\u00ebngra.\nJa, k\u00ebshtu e kalojm\u00eb jet\u00ebn, tha ai, mes qejfit e kontrollit…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n 10 shkurt<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sot me thirri Panoja. Ishte i gezuar, fluturonte. I kishin telefonuar nga Ambasada\nSmerikane dhe i kishin thene se kishin gjetur adresen e gruas se tij n\u00eb Amerike.\nKishte biseduar edhe me Ambasaden Greke atje dhe i kishin th\u00ebn\u00eb se mund ta\nndihmonin, prandaj do te nisej nes\u00ebr n\u00eb Amerik\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Ka ndodhur e pabesueshmja, – me tha ai. – Prifti grek ne Amerike ka\nvendosur t\u00eb heq\u00eb rras\u00ebn e priftit dhe t\u00eb martohet me ish-gruan time. Ka r\u00ebn\u00eb n\u00eb\ndashuri keq me te. Pyeta edhe ne Episkopaten e k\u00ebtushme nga varet kisha\northodokse n\u00eb Amerike dhe m\u00eb than\u00eb se \u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb q\u00eb nje prift me emrin Janis\nka b\u00ebr\u00eb nj\u00eb k\u00ebrkes\u00eb per t\u2019u \u201czhveshur\u201d… Nuk e kuptoj se si mund te dashurohesh\nme gruan time! – m\u00eb tha ai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTi nuk e kupton se \u00e7\u2019ke humbur, o i shkrete\u201d, thash\u00eb un\u00eb me vete. Megjith\u00ebse\nmbase kishte t\u00eb drejte. Kur mbaron dashuria, \u00ebsht\u00eb e kot\u00eb t\u00eb vazhdosh m\u00eb.\nDashuria e tij per gruan kishte mbaruar…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – \u00c7fare do q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb sjell nga Amerika? – m\u00eb tha ai. <\/p>\n\n\n\n – Asgj\u00eb, – i thash\u00eb. – Uroj t\u00eb takosh vajz\u00ebn tende dhe ta sjell\u00ebsh k\u00ebtu<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Faleminderit, – tha ai me syt\u00eb e p\u00ebrlotur duke m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafuar. – Falemnderit,\n– p\u00ebrseriti, – ti je i vetmi njeri i af\u00ebrm q\u00eb kam ketu. T\u00eb dua shume! – m\u00eb tha\nduke m\u00eb puthur n\u00eb buz\u00eb. E putha edhe une. Iu mbushen syte me lot. \u201cEshte e \u00e7uditshme\nkjo bote, mendova. Shume burra do ta \u00ebnd\u00ebrronin t\u00eb kishin nj\u00eb grua si e Panos,\nt\u00eb ndershme, qe t\u00eb mos i tradhtonte, qe te kujdesej per burrin dhe femijen, nd\u00ebrkohe\nqe ai nuk e vleresonte fare per kete. Mbase eshte e vertete ajo shprehja, qe \u201cnjeriu\ndo ate qe nuk ka\u201d…<\/p>\n\n\n\n 12 shkurt<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Sot me telefonoi L. Ishte hera e pare qe e degjoja aq te merzitur. Fliste\ndhe qante. Kishte shkuar te vizitohej se kishte keputje e marrje mendsh.\nDoktori i kishte thene te bente analizat e gjakut, te cilat nuk i kishin dale\nmire. Sot, kur kishte shkuar te dorezonte analizat te doktori, ai i kishte\nkerkuar te bente edhe analiza te tjera, nder te tjera edhe te SIDA-s. Doktori\nnuk i kishte thene gje, po ajo kishte lexuar receten dhe e kishte pyetur\ndoktorin nese dyshonte per SIDA. \u201cJo, i kishte thene ai, por eshte nje\nprocedure qe duhet bere\u201d, por ajo nuk u kishte zene bese fjaleve te tij. \u201cJaven\ntjeter marr pergjigjen e analizave, me tha ajo. E di si jam? Si mbi gjemba. Nuk\nbej dot asgje, nuk mendoj per asgje derisa te marr pergjigjen\u201d…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Mos u bej budallaqe – i thashe. – Nuk ke gje…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Eh, ashtu thua ti, – me tha. – Me sa kam shkuar une…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Po, a ke perdorur gjithmone prezervativ? – i thashe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Kam perdorur, – tha ajo, – por edhe ka ndodhur ca here qe eshte \u00e7are,\npastaj me te dashurin tim nuk kam perdorur kurre. Mund te ma kete ngjitur edhe\nai i imi…<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Hajde pime nje kafe, – i thashe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n – Sot…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vijon..!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Vijim…! Ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Askush deri m\u00eb sot nuk m\u2019i kishte puthur k\u00ebmb\u00ebt n\u00eb at\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb. – Ok, – tha ai, – qet\u00ebsohu. Ja, t\u00eb t\u00eb jap edhe parat\u00eb. Do rrish me mua 3 or\u00eb, – tha dhe m\u00eb zgjati 300 euro. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, u zhvesh edhe ai dhe filloi p\u00ebrs\u00ebri \u201cpun\u00ebn\u201d. 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