T\u0451 dashur lexues, po ju tregoj nj\u0451 histori nga jeta ime, por ju lutem, mos krijoni ide t\u0451 k\u0451qija p\u0451r mua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Po ju them n\u0451 fillim q\u0451 gjith\u00eb sa ndodhi kishte shkak dashurin\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un\u0451 jam nj\u0451 grua rreth t\u0451 dyzetave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jam e divorcuar dhe me dy f\u0451mij\u0451 t\u0451 rritur. Jam martuar shum\u0451 e re, k\u0451shtu q\u0451 f\u0451mij\u0451t tani i kam si shok\u0451. Pas divorcit, u njoha me nj\u0451 djal\u0451 disa vjet m\u0451 t\u0451 ri se vetja. U njoha rast\u0451sisht n\u0451 plazh. Ai kishte marr\u0451 nj\u0451 dhom\u0451 af\u0451r sht\u0451pis\u0451 sime t\u0451 plazhit. Edhe pse ishte m\u0451 i ri se un\u0451, ai m\u0451 v\u0451shtronte e dukej sikur m\u0451 p\u0451rpinte kur ndesheshim n\u0451 rrug\u0451. Gati gjith\u0451 dit\u0451n e shihja pran\u0451 meje. Edhe n\u0451se isha n\u0451 lokal duke pir\u0451 kafe, edhe af\u0451r shezlongut tim, kudo. Un\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451 isha vet\u0451m, sepse t\u0451 dy f\u0451mij\u0451t i kisha tek i ati. E gjith\u0451 kjo mir\u0451qenie ishte siguruar nga ish-burri im, biznesmen, i cili m\u0451 tradhtoi me nj\u0451 vajz\u0451 t\u0451 re. Nejse, kjo ishte e kaluara dhe nuk kisha nd\u0451rmend ta kujtoja. E kisha hedhur pas krah\u0451ve. Si\u00e7 ju thash\u0451, zura miq\u0451si me k\u0451t\u0451 djalin. Ai quhej Armir. K\u0451shtu ishte si emri i tij, ar i mir\u0451. Pas njohjes, \u00e7do dit\u0451 e kalonim bashk\u0451, derisa erdh\u0451n dy f\u0451mij\u0451t e mi me pushime. Pastaj takoheshim fshehurazi. Ai ishte mashkulli ideal. Ishin pushime fantastike dhe p\u0451r m\u0451 tep\u0451r, f\u0451mij\u0451t nuk kuptuan asgj\u0451. Erdhi koha t\u0451 kthehesha n\u0451 Tiran\u0451. Do t\u0451 fillonte puna dhe m\u0451 duhej t\u0451 kthehesha n\u0451 normalitet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rifillova pun\u0451n me\nnj\u0451 entuziaz\u0451m t\u0451 madh. K\u0451t\u0451 e vun\u0451 re dhe koleg\u0451t e mi. Menj\u0451her\u0451, shoqja ime\nm\u0451 pyeti:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Sandra, dukesh ndryshe. Ke njohur\nndonj\u0451?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po, – e kisha shum\u0451 shoqe dhe nuk\ni fshihja asgj\u0451. – Jam shum\u0451 e lumtur, \u0451sht\u0451 shum\u0451 i mir\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mezi po pres ta njoh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dhe shum\u0451 shpejt, e\nnjoha me t\u0451. Ajo iu bashkua mendimit tim se ishte i p\u0451rsosur. Ai, edhe pse\nishte tre vjet m\u0451 i ri se un\u0451, nuk dukej. Jo vet\u0451m se un\u0451 e mbaj veten e nuk\ntregoj mosh\u0451n, por edhe pse ai ishte shum\u0451 i gjat\u0451 dhe un\u0451 dukesha e vog\u0451l para\ntij. Tashm\u0451, un\u0451 isha tridhjet\u0451 e tet\u0451 vje\u00e7e dhe ai, tridhjet\u0451 e pes\u0451. N\u0451 fakt,\njan\u0451 pak vite diferenc\u00eb, por meshkujt gjithmon\u0451 i duan grat\u0451 disa vite m\u0451 t\u0451\nvogla. Megjithat\u00eb, kjo nuk e pengonte k\u0451t\u0451 lidhje. Ishte \u00e7do gj\u0451 e p\u0451rkryer. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nj\u0451 dit\u0451 ai m\u0451 tha\nse njer\u00ebzit e sht\u0451pis\u0451 po e nxisnin t\u0451 martohej. Ai nuk kishte ndonj\u0451 t\u00eb dashur\np\u0451r momentin dhe ndjehej mir\u0451 me mua, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb m\u0451 k\u0451rkoi t\u2019i gjeja un\u0451 ndonj\u0451\nkush\u0451rir\u0451n time. E di q\u00eb mund t\u2019ju duket nj\u0451 gj\u0451 e sh\u0451mtuar, por un\u0451 u tregova\ne gatshme ta lidhja me nj\u0451 mbes\u0451 t\u0451 larg\u0451t. Ajo ishte nj\u0451 vajz\u0451 rreth t\u0451 nj\u0451zet\ne pestave, jetonte n\u0451 nj\u0451 fshat t\u0451 larg\u0451t e kishte mbetur pa vazhduar shkoll\u0451n\ne lart\u0451, p\u0451r shkak t\u0451 gjendjes ekonomike. Sajova nj\u0451 takim t\u0451 rast\u0451sish\u0451m, kur\najo erdhi te gjyshja e saj. N\u0451 fakt, edhe pse e kisha t\u0451 larg\u0451t, e kisha\nndihmuar disa her\u0451 familjen e saj me rroba. Pas takimit t\u0451 par\u0451 t\u0451 tyre, e mora\nn\u0451 telefon dhe e pyeta se si i ishte dukur vajza q\u0451 i kisha gjetur:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E mir\u0451, – tha, – por\njo m\u0451 e mir\u0451 se ti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mua m\u2019u b\u0451 qejfi. T\u0451\nnes\u0451rmen, takova babain e vajz\u0451s dhe i mbusha mendjen ta martonte vajz\u0451n se nuk\ndo t\u0451 kishte raste t\u0451 tjera n\u0451 qytet. Ai gjithmon\u0451 kishte besuar tek un\u0451 dhe\nk\u0451shtu, u bind menj\u0451her\u0451. Po b\u0451ja krushqi mes tyre sepse nuk e mendoja gjat\u0451. Vet\u0451m\nm\u0451 dukej sikur po plot\u0451soja nj\u0451 d\u0451shir\u0451 t\u0451 t\u0451 dashurit tim. Pas disa takimesh,\nu b\u0451 fejesa. Gjat\u0451 k\u0451saj kohe, asgj\u0451 nuk kishte ndryshuar n\u0451 lidhjen ton\u0451 t\u0451\nfsheht\u0451. Ai sillej me mua si gjithmon\u0451 dhe un\u0451, gjithashtu. Ai dukej sikur nuk\nndjente asgj\u0451 p\u0451r at\u0451 vajz\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
T\u0451 dy ne kishim nj\u0451\nlidhje t\u0451 ve\u00e7ant\u0451. Dilnim p\u0451r dreka\ne darka. Shkonim te sht\u0451pia ime n\u0451 plazh n\u0451 fundjav\u0451, sepse un\u0451 isha e lir\u0451 se\nf\u0451mij\u0451t kishin krijuar jet\u0451n e tyre jasht\u0451 shtetit dhe vinin sa p\u0451r t\u0451 m\u0451 par\u0451\nmua. Kjo ishte nj\u0451 lidhje tep\u0451r e bukur, por si\u00e7 thon\u0451, gj\u0451rat e bukura nuk zgjasin shum\u0451. Un\u0451 vet\u0451 krijova nj\u0451 lidhje\ntjet\u0451r q\u0451 do t\u0451 ishte shkat\u0451rrimi i lidhjes son\u0451. Pas fejes\u0451s, ai nuk e takonte\nshum\u0451 vajz\u0451n. Dy her\u0451 q\u0451 ajo erdhi n\u0451 Tiran\u0451, dol\u0451m t\u0451 tre s\u0451 bashku, sepse ajo\nishte shum\u0451 e turpshme dhe un\u0451 e kisha porosi edhe nga i ati q\u0451 t\u0451 mos e lija\nvet\u0451m me t\u0451 fejuarin. N\u0451 k\u0451to dy takime, ai sillej m\u0451 mir\u0451 me mua sesa me at\u0451. U\nndjeva keq sepse mendova se lidhja e tyre nuk do t\u0451 ecte. Ai thoshte se nuk\nndjente asgj\u0451 p\u0451r t\u0451. Un\u0451 e k\u0451shilloja se me kalimin e koh\u0451s do t\u0451 ndryshonte\ndhe i kujtoja se e kishte marr\u0451 vet\u0451m p\u0451r prind\u0451rit. T\u0451 dyja her\u0451t ne shkuam t\u0451\ntre te sht\u0451pia e tij p\u0451r t\u0451 takuar njer\u0451zit e tij, n\u0451na e tij kujdesej shum\u0451\np\u0451r vajz\u0451n. I kishte gatuar gj\u0451ra t\u0451 mira dhe her\u0451 pas here, i thoshte:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Sa e kam pritur\nk\u0451t\u0451 dit\u0451! Ka vite q\u0451 i lutem t\u0451 martohet, por ky nuk d\u0451gjonte. Faleminderit\nZotit q\u0451 ia mbushi mendjen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Q\u0451 n\u0451 ato \u00e7aste, fillova t\u0451 ndjeja pak xhelozi. Fillova t\u0451 pendohesha p\u0451r \u00e7far\u0451 kisha b\u0451r\u0451, mir\u0451po ngush\u0451llohesha me mendimin se ai ishte i\ndashuruar me mua dhe nuk mund t\u0451 dashuronte asnj\u0451 tjet\u0451r. K\u0451t\u0451 e v\u0451rtetova kur\nu takuam s\u00eb bashku e shkuam n\u0451 sht\u0451pin\u0451 n\u0451 plazh, sapo p\u0451rcoll\u0451m t\u0451 fejuar\u0451n e\ntij. Ai nuk kishte ndryshuar aspak. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Erdhi koha e\nmartes\u0451s. Mua, sigurisht q\u0451 m\u0451 kishin ftuar prind\u0451rit e vajz\u0451s, sepse isha\nshkuesja. \u00c7do gj\u0451 po shkonte shum\u0451\nmir\u0451, deri n\u0451 momentin kur pash\u0451 at\u0451 t\u0451 veshur dh\u0451nd\u0451rr. U ndjeva shum\u0451 keq, mir\u0451po\nnuk mund ta jepja veten. Dasma kaloi shum\u0451 mir\u0451. Pas dasm\u0451s, ata m\u0451 lut\u0451n t\u0451\nrrija, por un\u0451 kisha nevoj\u0451 vet\u0451m t\u0451 shkoja n\u0451 sht\u0451pi e t\u0451 rrija vet\u0451m. Ashtu\nb\u0451ra. U nisa me makin\u0451n time. Arrita n\u0451 sht\u0451pi. U lava dhe u shtriva t\u0451 flija, por\ngjumi nuk m\u0451 merrte. Instiktivisht, mora telefonin dhe i rash\u0451 numrit t\u0451 tij. Ai\nma mbylli. I rash\u0451 edhe nj\u0451 her\u0451 tjet\u0451r dhe ai e mbylli p\u0451rs\u0451ri. Kur provova\np\u0451r her\u0451n e tret\u0451, ai e kishte fikur. Ishte normale n\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451, por un\u0451 isha\nshum\u0451 e m\u0451rzitur. Tani po e kuptoja se \u00e7\u2019kisha b\u0451r\u0451.\nP\u0451r ta ishte nata e par\u0451 dhe un\u0451 ndjehesha shum\u0451 keq. Mendova:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA kisha t\u0451 drejt\u0451\nun\u0451 t\u2019i telefonoja n\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 nat\u0451? A duhet t\u0451 isha xheloze, kur un\u0451 vet\u0451 e kisha\nb\u0451r\u0451 k\u0451t\u0451 martes\u0451?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0451 t\u0451 v\u0451rtet\u0451, jo. Ata\nt\u0451 dy nuk duhet t\u00eb shqet\u0451soheshin. K\u0451to gj\u0451ra duhej t\u2019i kisha menduar m\u0451 par\u0451. Ajo\nnat\u0451 ishte nata m\u0451 e gjat\u0451 e jet\u0451s sime. T\u0451 nes\u0451rmen n\u0451 m\u0451ngjes mendova t\u0451\nshkoja te sht\u0451pia e tij, por \u00e7\u2019do t\u2019u thoja? Pse kisha shkuar? Un\u0451 isha ve\u00e7 ajo q\u0451 kisha b\u0451r\u0451 lidhjen e asgj\u0451 m\u0451 shum\u0451. Shkova. Der\u0451n ma hapi n\u0451na\ne tij. U futa n\u0451 kuzhin\u0451. T\u0451 gjith\u0451 ishin zgjuar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Sa shpejt qenkeni\nzgjuar! – u thash\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Eh, ky \u0451sht\u0451 zgjim!\n– tha i ati – Nusja na b\u0451ri kafet e ne si mbret\u0451r e pim\u0451 dhe e shijuam. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Sa mir\u0451! Mua m\u0451\nmor\u0451n n\u0451 telefon prind\u0451rit e m\u0451 than\u0451 t\u0451 vija t\u00eb shikoja se si \u0451sht\u0451 vajza e\ntyre sot – g\u0451njeva un\u0451. Un\u0451 kisha shkuar t\u0451 p\u0451rballesha me gabimin q\u0451 b\u0451ra, ta\nshikoja me syt\u0451 e mi se \u00e7\u2019kisha b\u0451r\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c7do gj\u0451 e\nkisha n\u0451n kontroll, derisa n\u0451 kuzhin\u0451 hyri ai. Kishte nj\u0451 pamje t\u0451\nmrekullueshme dhe gati sa nuk m\u0451 ra kafja nga dora. Dukej se kishte kaluar nj\u0451\nnat\u0451 t\u0451 bukur. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u0451m\u00ebngjes! Sa\nher\u0451t qenke zgjuar! – tha ai me ironi. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Erdha se me\ntelefonuan\u2026 – fjala m\u0451 ngeli n\u0451 mes nga ai. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E di e d\u0451gjova. Ke\nardhur si kujdestare, t\u0451 shikosh f\u0451mij\u0451n. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kjo ishte e tep\u0451rt.\nAi ishte tjet\u0451r njeri. Prind\u0451rit e tij u ndjen\u0451 keq. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00c7\u2019thua k\u0451shtu? Kjo\n\u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb gj\u00eb shum\u00eb e bukur nga ana e saj… – tha e \u0451ma menj\u0451her\u0451, q\u0451 t\u0451 mos\nm\u0451 mbetej hatri mua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mir\u0451, mir\u0451, se\nishte shaka… – tha ai dhe doli nga kuzhina. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E piva at\u0451 kafe q\u0451\nm\u2019u duk m\u0451 e hidhur se helmi dhe ika. Shkova e takova shoqen time. Ajo nuk e\ndinte se \u00e7\u2019kisha b\u0451r\u0451. Pasi ia\nthash\u0451, ajo vuri dy duart n\u0451 kok\u0451 dhe m\u0451 tha:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk e kuptoj pse e\nb\u00ebre? Pse nuk u martove vet\u0451 me t\u0451? Ju vet\u0451m tre vjet kishit diferenc\u0451… Kjo\nnuk t\u0451 falet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E di, por ai do\nvij\u0451 tek un\u0451. E ndjej. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
E mora edhe her\u0451 t\u0451\ntjera n\u0451 telefon. Nj\u0451 dit\u0451 i k\u0451rkova t\u0451 takoheshim. Ai erdhi dhe dukej se ishte\ni nervozuar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Pse ndryshove\nk\u0451shtu? – i thash\u0451.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Tashm\u0451 jam\nmartuar dhe nuk mund ta tradhtoj gruan time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po at\u0451 grua ta\ngjeta un\u0451 dhe ti nuk e doje. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Nuk e doja se nuk\ne njihja, por ajo \u0451sht\u0451 nj\u0451 vajz\u0451 shum\u0451 e mir\u0451 e shum\u0451\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ngadal\u0451 – e\nnd\u0451rpreva sepse nuk durova dot kur e lavd\u0451ronte. – at\u0451 vajz\u0451 ta gjeta un\u0451. Tani\npo m\u0451 hedh n\u0451 plehra?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Mes nesh ka\nmbaruar \u00e7do gj\u0451. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Biseduam gjat\u0451, por\nai nuk ndryshonte mendje. Q\u0451 nga ajo dit\u0451, un\u0451 nuk jam takuar me asnj\u0451rin. E\nb\u0451ra gabimin dhe e vuajta. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T\u0451 dashur lexues, po ju tregoj nj\u0451 histori nga jeta ime, por ju lutem, mos krijoni ide t\u0451 k\u0451qija p\u0451r mua. Po ju them n\u0451 fillim q\u0451 gjith\u00eb sa ndodhi kishte shkak dashurin\u0451. Un\u0451 jam nj\u0451 grua rreth t\u0451 dyzetave. Jam e divorcuar dhe me dy f\u0451mij\u0451 t\u0451 rritur. Jam martuar shum\u0451 e re, k\u0451shtu […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21093,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[2065],"class_list":["post-22327","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh","tag-mekate"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22327","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=22327"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22327\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21093"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22327"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22327"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22327"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}