P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Jam nj\u00eb grua pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vje\u00e7e q\u00eb dua t\u2019ju tregoj historin\u00eb time. Jam e martuar prej nj\u00ebzet vjet\u00ebsh dhe nga martesa pata nj\u00eb djal\u00eb e nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Gjat\u00eb jet\u00ebs pata shum\u00eb probleme si p\u00ebr shembull rritja e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb e femij\u00ebve pasi un\u00eb punoja banakiere dhe burri im zakonisht punonte shofer, por me raste punonte edhe si murator, pasi n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb nuk kishte pun\u00eb. Vajza ime ishte shum\u00eb e zgjuar, n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb merrte nota t\u00eb mira dhe mund t\u00eb them se ishte e para e klas\u00ebs, kurse djali im nuk m\u00ebsonte fare dhe n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb b\u00ebnte vet\u00ebm sherre. Jeta na u b\u00eb m\u00eb e veshtir\u00eb kur m\u00ebsuam se djali kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb shkoll\u00ebn dhe vet\u00ebm rrinte rrug\u00ebve. Kaloi koh\u00eb dhe burri im vdiq nga nj\u00eb s\u00ebmundje e r\u00ebnd\u00eb n\u00eb gjak. U trishtuam shum\u00eb si familje, por kjo dhimbje na b\u00ebri m\u00eb t\u00eb fort\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb ecnim p\u00ebrpara.<\/p>\n
Tanim\u00eb, kisha mbetur e vetme dhe me rrog\u00ebn time si banakiere, nuk ia dilnim dot t\u00eb tre. Shpeshher\u00eb na ndihmonte me para v\u00ebllai im, por edhe ato mbaroheshin shpejt. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt rriteshin dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb, por k\u00ebrkesat e tyre rriteshin shpejt. Djali im nuk b\u00ebnte asgj\u00eb, vet\u00ebm rrinte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi, kurse vajza filloi edhe shkoll\u00ebn e lart\u00eb p\u00ebr Mjek\u00ebsi. Kur erdhi vera, at\u00eb vit, as vet\u00eb nuk e di se si e mori at\u00eb shtys\u00eb, por djali im filloi nj\u00eb kurs p\u00ebr barist. Megjithat\u00eb, p\u00ebr pun\u00eb nuk kujtohej. Pas shum\u00eb mundimesh ia mbusha mendjen t\u00eb shkonte t\u00eb punonte si barist n\u00eb ndonj\u00eb lokal bregdetar, k\u00ebshtu q\u00eb ai u nis p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebrkuar pun\u00eb. Pas shum\u00eb k\u00ebrkimesh djali m\u00eb njoftoi se kishte gjetur pun\u00eb si barist n\u00eb nj\u00eb klub nate n\u00eb Sarand\u00eb. Sigurisht q\u00eb ky lajm m\u00eb k\u00ebnaqi dhe p\u00ebr ato pak sekonda, u ndjeva e lumtur. Vazhdoi jeta e p\u00ebrditshme me hallet e problemet e saj. Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, vajza m\u00eb tha se ishte njohur me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb dhe un\u00eb e mir\u00ebprita si lajm teksa shikoja lumturin\u00eb e vajz\u00ebs sime. M\u00eb dukej se jeta ime sikur ishte qet\u00ebsuar, por kjo nuk zgjati shum\u00eb se nj\u00eb shoku i djalit m\u00eb tha se ai kishte filluar t\u00eb shiste l\u00ebnd\u00eb narkotike. U shokova shum\u00eb nga ky lajm, por nuk i thash\u00eb as vajz\u00ebs dhe u nisa p\u00ebr n\u00eb Sarand\u00eb. Gjith\u00eb rrug\u00ebs mallkoja veten q\u00eb e shtyva djalin t\u00eb shkonte t\u00eb gjente pun\u00eb n\u00eb jug. Arrita t\u00eb gjeja lokalin sipas adres\u00ebs s\u00eb dh\u00ebn\u00eb nga Astriti (shoku i djalit). Pyeta kamarierin e turnit dhe m\u00ebsova se puna e djalit tim niste nat\u00ebn. Prita deri von\u00eb derisa m\u00eb n\u00eb fund Emiljano (djali im) arriti. U \u00e7udit nga prania ime dhe m\u00eb pyeti se p\u00ebrse kisha ardhur. I thash\u00eb se si ishin pun\u00ebt. M\u00eb tha se k\u00ebt\u00eb pun\u00eb do ta diskutonim t\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen dhe m\u00eb dha emrin e hotelit n\u00eb t\u00eb cilin q\u00ebndronte dhe numrin e dhom\u00ebs. Shkova n\u00eb hotel e prita p\u00ebr Emiljanon, por ai nuk po vinte. Ndeza televizorin dhe fillova t\u00eb shikoja lajmet. Te lajmet flash lexova se n\u00eb lokalin e nat\u00ebs \u201c3B\u201d (lokali ku punonte djali im) kishte ndodhur nj\u00eb plagosje me arm\u00eb zjarri. M\u00eb shkoi gjaku n\u00eb fund t\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00ebve, vesha k\u00ebpuc\u00ebt e u nisa p\u00ebr n\u00eb vendngjarje, e tronditur. Mora taksi pasi nuk e njihja at\u00eb vend, i shpjegova taksistit ngjarjen dhe i thash\u00eb se duhet t\u00eb shkonim n\u00eb lokal me nxitim. Ec\u00ebm aq shpejt sa p\u00ebr pak p\u00ebsuam aksident. Vendi ishte mbushur me polic\u00eb. Kishte mb\u00ebrritur edhe ambulanca. Pyeta polic\u00ebt se kush ishte plagosur dhe ata m\u00eb than\u00eb se ngjarja kishte ndodhur mes dy grupeve kriminale ku dy persona kishin plagosur nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr. Kaloi nj\u00eb or\u00eb derisa u shpall\u00ebn emrat e t\u00eb plagosurve dhe t\u00eb sulmuesve. Tek emri i sulmuesve ishte dhe… Emiljano! Rash\u00eb pa ndjenja dhe u zgjova n\u00eb ambulanc\u00ebn e qytetit. Policia bashk\u00eb me vajz\u00ebn time ndodheshin n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time dhe m\u00eb than\u00eb se djali im kishte plagosur nj\u00eb njeri tjet\u00ebr dhe se tanim\u00eb ndodhej n\u00eb burg. Pas shum\u00eb negociatash me mjekun dola nga spitali sepse ai m\u00eb thoshte se isha e r\u00ebnduar psikologjikisht. Bashk\u00eb me vajz\u00ebn u nis\u00ebm p\u00ebr t\u00eb takuar Emiljanon n\u00eb burgun e Sarand\u00ebs. Kur arrit\u00ebm atje, Emiljano ndodhej n\u00eb paraburgim, pra, akoma nuk i ishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb d\u00ebnimi. Fol\u00ebm gjat\u00eb p\u00ebr \u00e7ka ndodhi dhe na tha se pagesa e ul\u00ebt q\u00eb merrte si banakier e kishte detyruar t\u00eb futej n\u00eb bandat e trafikimit t\u00eb l\u00ebnd\u00ebve narkotike. Na tha se i duhej nj\u00eb avokat i mir\u00eb q\u00eb ta nxirrte nga kjo mesele. K\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb sigurisht q\u00eb e b\u00ebm\u00eb. Djali kishte shpresa se do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb lirohej, por un\u00eb dhe vajza i kishim prer\u00eb shpresat. Edhe avokatin e mor\u00ebm vet\u00ebm q\u00eb djali t\u00eb mos ndihej keq. Pas dy-tri jav\u00ebsh vendimi p\u00ebr djalin tim u mor dhe ai ishte: tet\u00eb vjet burg!<\/p>\n
Nuk mund t\u00eb llogaritet dhimbja q\u00eb kalova. Mall\u00ebngjimi im kalonte vet\u00ebm p\u00ebr at\u00eb nj\u00eb or\u00eb q\u00eb e takoja n\u00eb burg. Vajza ime mbaroi shk\u00eblqyesh\u00ebm shkoll\u00ebn e lart\u00eb dhe nisi nj\u00eb master. Pas nj\u00eb viti vendosi t\u00eb martohej me djalin q\u00eb kishte njohur n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb. K\u00ebshtu, un\u00eb takova edhe dh\u00ebndrrin tim t\u00eb ardhsh\u00ebm, i cili m\u00eb la p\u00ebrshtypje shum\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb. Ndihesha krenare p\u00ebr vajz\u00ebn time t\u00eb mbar\u00eb. Dit\u00ebn e dasm\u00ebs ku fatkeq\u00ebsisht Emiljano nuk ishte, ndihesha gruaja m\u00eb e lumtur n\u00eb bot\u00eb, gjithsesi. Shum\u00eb shpejt mora lajmin e mir\u00eb se d\u00ebnimi p\u00ebr Emiljanon ishte zbutur me dy vjet p\u00ebr sjellje t\u00eb mir\u00eb; tani ai do t\u00eb q\u00ebndronte edhe nj\u00eb vit n\u00eb burg. M\u00eb n\u00eb fund jeta ime u p\u00ebrmir\u00ebsua vajza kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb nj\u00eb pun\u00eb t\u00eb mir\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb spital privat, gjithashtu edhe bashk\u00ebshorti i saj. Djali shpresoja t\u00eb kishte z\u00ebn\u00eb mend m\u00eb n\u00eb fund. T\u00eb pakt\u00ebn mua, n\u00eb bisedat q\u00eb b\u00ebja me t\u00eb, ashtu m\u00eb dukej… Kot nuk thon\u00eb se Zoti me nj\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb hedh dhe tjetr\u00ebn t\u00eb pret.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
P\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetje! Jam nj\u00eb grua pes\u00ebdhjet\u00eb e tet\u00eb vje\u00e7e q\u00eb dua t\u2019ju tregoj historin\u00eb time. Jam e martuar prej nj\u00ebzet vjet\u00ebsh dhe nga martesa pata nj\u00eb djal\u00eb e nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb. Gjat\u00eb jet\u00ebs pata shum\u00eb probleme si p\u00ebr shembull rritja e v\u00ebshtir\u00eb e femij\u00ebve pasi un\u00eb punoja banakiere dhe burri im zakonisht punonte shofer, por me raste […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94,95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9528","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9528","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=9528"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9528\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}