Ishte nj\u00eb pasdite e bukur pranvere, akoma m\u00eb e bukur p\u00ebr mua, pasi do t\u00eb dilja me Anxhelon, t\u00eb dashurin tim. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Do t\u00eb ishte di\u00e7ka e thjesht\u00eb, n\u00eb fillim do t\u00eb b\u00ebnim nj\u00eb sh\u00ebtitje t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr e m\u00eb pas do t\u00eb darkonim n\u00eb nj\u00eb restorant. \u201cPo p\u00ebrse isha kaq e emocionuar?\u201d, do t\u00eb thoni. Nj\u00eb nat\u00eb m\u00eb par\u00eb fola me motr\u00ebn e tij, q\u00eb ishte gjithashtu shoqja ime e ngusht\u00eb, e cila m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMendoj se do t\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoj\u00eb t\u00eb martoheni!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb ato \u00e7aste, isha femra m\u00eb e lumtur n\u00eb bot\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zilja e der\u00ebs m\u00eb shk\u00ebputi nga \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimet. Vrapova p\u00ebr ta hapur dhe mbeta pa\nfrym\u00eb. Ishte ai, me flok\u00ebt e tij t\u00eb zeza e syt\u00eb e err\u00ebt, ai, bukuria e t\u00eb cilit\nm\u00eb linte pa fjal\u00eb sa her\u00eb e shihja; Anxhelo. Dhe ishte n\u00eb humor t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Syte e\ntij t\u00eb zinj si nata shk\u00eblqenin sikur t\u00eb ishin mbushur me mij\u00ebra yje t\u00eb vegj\u00ebl. Iu\nhodha n\u00eb qaf\u00eb dhe e putha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHej, \u00e7\u2019kemi?\u201d, m\u00eb p\u00ebshp\u00ebriti. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cM\u00eb mir\u00eb se asnj\u00ebher\u00eb tjet\u00ebr!\u201d, qesha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDhe ka ndonj\u00eb arsye t\u00eb ve\u00e7ant\u00eb p\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb?\u201d, m\u00eb shkeli syrin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThjesht, p\u00ebr faktin q\u00eb po t\u00eb shikoj ty. M\u00eb kishte marr\u00eb malli\u201d, e p\u00ebrqafova\ns\u00ebrish. Ma ktheu shtr\u00ebngimin, \u00ebmb\u00eblsisht. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKam nj\u00eb surpriz\u00eb p\u00ebr ty!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u00c7far\u00eb?\u201d, pyeta, kurioze. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai u spostua paksa p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb treguar nj\u00eb makin\u00eb t\u00eb parkuar krenarisht p\u00ebrpara\nsht\u00ebpis\u00eb time. Ishte e gjitha e zez\u00eb dhe shum\u00eb, shum\u00eb e bukur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cE jotja?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPo, e bleva dje. T\u00eb p\u00eblqen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cE adhuroj!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEja, at\u00ebher\u00eb!\u201d. Ai m\u00eb hapi der\u00ebn e p\u00ebrparme dhe un\u00eb hyra n\u00eb makin\u00eb. Rruga\nishte e gjat\u00eb, por koha kalonte shpejt kur isha me t\u00eb. Kur arrit\u00ebm n\u00eb restorant,\nmbeta pa fjal\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb dyt\u00ebn her\u00eb gjat\u00eb asaj dite. Ishte madh\u00ebshtor dhe me shum\u00eb\nklas. \u201cVend perfekt p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb propozuar p\u00ebr martes\u00eb\u201d, qesha me vete. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mbr\u00ebmja kaloi shpejt midis bisedave gazmore, t\u00eb qeshurave e shakave, por\ndi\u00e7ka m\u00eb mundonte dhe Anxhelo duket se e vuri re k\u00ebt\u00eb. U ngrit\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb ikur\ndhe ai m\u00eb pyeti, duke studiuar fytyr\u00ebn time me syt\u00eb e tij t\u00eb err\u00ebt: \u201cGjith\u00e7ka n\u00eb\nrregull?\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPo\u201d, thash\u00eb prerazi, pa e par\u00eb n\u00eb sy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai nuk pyeti m\u00eb, por thjesht hapi der\u00ebn e makin\u00ebs. Gjat\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, s\u00ebrish i\nndieja syt\u00eb e tij mbi vete. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cN\u00eb fakt, ka di\u00e7ka q\u00eb s\u2019shkon\u201d, vendosa t\u00eb flisja kur mor\u00ebm rrug\u00ebn q\u00eb\nkalonte pran\u00eb pyllit dhe i thash\u00eb gjith\u00e7ka ndieja. E pyeta si kishte mund\u00ebsi q\u00eb\ns\u2019me kishte k\u00ebrkuar akoma t\u00eb martoheshim, kur kishim kat\u00ebr vjet, shtat\u00eb muaj\ndhe gjasht\u00ebmb\u00ebdhjet\u00eb dit\u00eb q\u00eb ishim lidhur bashk\u00eb. E pyeta n\u00ebse arsyeja ishte\nfakti q\u00eb prind\u00ebrve t\u00eb tij s\u2019u p\u00eblqeja, apo thjesht ai nuk m\u00eb donte aq sa t\u00eb\nkalonte pjes\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr t\u00eb jet\u00ebs me mua. Anxhelo n\u00eb fillim nuk foli dhe kur e b\u00ebri,\nn\u00eb z\u00ebrin e tij dalloheshin nota t\u00eb qarta akuze. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSi mund ta thuash k\u00ebt\u00eb? Ti e di shum\u00eb mir\u00eb q\u00eb\u2026 q\u00eb t\u00eb dua!\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJo, nuk e di. Tani nuk jam m\u00eb e qart\u00eb p\u00ebr asgj\u00eb!\u201d, isha e acaruar dhe e\nzhg\u00ebnjyer. Fjal\u00ebt thjesht m\u00eb rridhnin nga goja, pa patur mund\u00ebsi t\u2019i ndaloja\napo t\u2019i zbusja. Ai m\u00eb pa s\u00ebrish. Ishte i l\u00ebnduar, k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb mund ta dalloja fare\nqart\u00eb. Nisi t\u00eb thonte di\u00e7ka, por… ngjarjet rrodh\u00ebn shum\u00eb shpejt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u00eb drit\u00eb verbuese m\u00eb ndri\u00e7oi syt\u00eb dhe, me sa dukej, edhe Anxhelo e kishte\nv\u00ebn\u00eb re. Nj\u00eb makin\u00eb tjet\u00ebr po vinte p\u00ebrball\u00eb nesh me nj\u00eb shpejt\u00ebsi trondit\u00ebse. E\ntmerruar, hapa goj\u00ebn t\u00eb ul\u00ebrija, por ul\u00ebrima m\u00eb mbeti n\u00eb fyt. Anxhelo ktheu\nmakin\u00ebn me shpejt\u00ebsi dhe n\u00eb \u00e7astin tjet\u00ebr, kishim dal\u00eb nga rreziku i p\u00ebrplasjes\nme makin\u00ebn tjet\u00ebr, por gjithashtu, edhe nga rruga. Kishte di\u00e7ka q\u00eb s\u2019shkonte me\nmakin\u00ebn, ai nuk e kontrollonte dot. Frenat ishin k\u00ebputur dhe para nesh… ishte\nnj\u00eb pem\u00eb. Makina ecte si e \u00e7mendur dhe me nj\u00eb shpejt\u00ebsi marramend\u00ebse. Kishte\nkoh\u00eb vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr nj\u00eb veprim t\u00eb shpejt\u00eb para se t\u00eb ndodhte goditja vdekjeprur\u00ebse dhe\nn\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast terrori, di\u00e7ka ndodhi. Ai u hodh para meje, ndoshta p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb shp\u00ebtuar,\nndoshta p\u00ebr t\u00eb zbutur goditjen me pem\u00ebn. Dhe pastaj, gjith\u00e7ka ra n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kur u zgjova, disa drita verbuese m\u00eb shpuan syt\u00eb. Mendova se kisha vdekur, por\nm\u00eb pas kuptova q\u00eb dritat ishin t\u00eb ambulanc\u00ebs dhe m\u00eb kishin rrethuar shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz\nveshur n\u00eb t\u00eb bardha. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u00c7far\u00eb ndodhi?\u201d, pyeta, konfuze. \u201cAnxhelo?\u201d. Kisha nj\u00eb dhembje t\u00eb tmerrshme\nkoke. Gj\u00ebja q\u00eb d\u00ebshiroja m\u00eb tep\u00ebr n\u00eb ato \u00e7aste ishte gjumi, por nuk mund t\u00eb\nflija. Jo pa par\u00eb Anxhelon, pa ditur q\u00eb ai ishte mir\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnxhelo ishte ai djali q\u00eb ishte me ty?\u201d, pyeti ngadal\u00eb nj\u00ebri nga doktor\u00ebt,\nai m\u00eb i vjetri, me sa dukej. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPo. Si \u00ebsht\u00eb ai? Mir\u00eb?\u201d, isha e d\u00ebshp\u00ebruar, pasi m\u2019u kujtua si n\u00eb mjegull\n\u00e7asti kur ai u hodh para meje. Duhet t\u00eb ishte mir\u00eb, duhet! Doktor\u00ebt i hodh\u00ebn nj\u00eb\nshikim nj\u00ebri-tjetrit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFli tani, foli s\u00ebrish ai q\u00eb m\u00eb kishte folur m\u00eb par\u00eb. Ke nevoj\u00eb t\u00eb pushosh.\nDo t\u00eb b\u00ebhesh mir\u00eb shum\u00eb shpejt\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nuk doja t\u00eb flija, por qet\u00ebsuesi b\u00ebri efektin e vet. Qepallat m\u2019u mbyll\u00ebn\nngadal\u00eb dhe rash\u00eb s\u00ebrish n\u00eb err\u00ebsir\u00ebn pa fund. Her\u00ebn e dyt\u00eb q\u00eb u zgjova, koka m\u00eb\ndhimbte m\u00eb pak. Pash\u00eb p\u00ebrreth dhe vura re bardh\u00ebsin\u00eb e spitalit. Pran\u00eb meje q\u00ebndronte\nAnisa, motra e Anxhelos, syt\u00eb e s\u00eb cil\u00ebs ishin skuqur nga lot\u00ebt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnisa…\u201d, murmurita. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh! Oh, u zgjove! Je mir\u00eb!\u201d tha ajo dhe nisi t\u00eb qante s\u00ebrish. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPo. Si \u00ebsht\u00eb Anxhelo? Ku \u00ebsht\u00eb ai?\u201d, pyeta me z\u00eb t\u00eb dob\u00ebt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anisa nuk u p\u00ebrgjigj, thjesht m\u00eb pa n\u00eb sy. Dhe un\u00eb, e kuptova. E kuptova at\u00eb\nq\u00eb kisha frik\u00eb t\u00eb kuptoja q\u00eb n\u00eb fillim, at\u00eb q\u00eb kisha frik\u00eb madje edhe t\u00eb\nmendoja. Ishte e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, pra. Papritur m\u2019u duk sikur isha n\u00eb nj\u00eb makth t\u00eb\ntmerrsh\u00ebm, nga i cili nuk arrija t\u00eb zgjohesha dot, vet\u00ebm se ky nuk ishte makth,\nishte jeta e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb dhe ishte \u00e7asti kur un\u00eb duhet t\u00eb p\u00ebrballesha me t\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKa… ka vdekur, apo jo?\u201d, ndjeja shokun q\u00eb po i linte vend trishtimit\nmbyt\u00ebs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPo…\u201d, arriti t\u00eb fliste Anisa mes lot\u00ebsh. Dhe pastaj, m\u2019u afrua dhe m\u00eb\nzgjati nj\u00eb unaz\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, t\u00eb art\u00eb, t\u00eb shtypur e t\u00eb g\u00ebrvishtur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cE gjet\u00ebn n\u00eb xhepin e tij, vazhdoi. Ai… donte…\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast, ia plasa t\u00eb qarit me d\u00ebnes\u00eb. Anisa m\u2019u afrua, m\u00eb p\u00ebrqafoi dhe\nqau me mua, p\u00ebr nj\u00eb koh\u00eb q\u00eb m\u2019u duk si p\u00ebrjet\u00ebsi. Q\u00eb at\u00ebhere, un\u00eb e mbajta unaz\u00ebn.\nE vura n\u00eb nj\u00eb zinxhir t\u00eb art\u00eb dhe e mbaj gjithnj\u00eb t\u00eb varur n\u00eb qaf\u00eb. Nuk e \u00e7ova\np\u00ebr ta rregulluar. Ai vdiq p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb shp\u00ebtuar mua dhe e di q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb martohem\nkurr\u00eb me asnjeri tjet\u00ebr, pasi askush nuk do t\u2019i afrohet sadopak atij. Kurr\u00eb!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ishte nj\u00eb pasdite e bukur pranvere, akoma m\u00eb e bukur p\u00ebr mua, pasi do t\u00eb dilja me Anxhelon, t\u00eb dashurin tim. Do t\u00eb ishte di\u00e7ka e thjesht\u00eb, n\u00eb fillim do t\u00eb b\u00ebnim nj\u00eb sh\u00ebtitje t\u00eb shkurt\u00ebr e m\u00eb pas do t\u00eb darkonim n\u00eb nj\u00eb restorant. \u201cPo p\u00ebrse isha kaq e emocionuar?\u201d, do t\u00eb thoni. Nj\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21541,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21540","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\/21540","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=21540"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21540\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21540"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21540"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}