Dup\u0103 ce u\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis \u00een urma lui, Inesa a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103. \u00cen aer plutea mirosul de parfum scump amestecat cu aburul de la fierul de c\u0103lcat. Se uita la locul gol de l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, acolo unde Vitalie \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103sa mereu c\u0103ma\u0219a pentru diminea\u021ba urm\u0103toare. Acum, acolo nu mai era nimic.<\/p>\n
O lini\u0219te ap\u0103s\u0103toare a umplut casa. Doar ceasul din sufragerie mai tic\u0103ia, parc\u0103 m\u0103sur\u00e2ndu-i pierderea.<\/p>\n
A stat a\u0219a mult timp, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ochii i s-au umplut de lacrimi. Dar nu era doar durere. Era o furie surd\u0103, amestecat\u0103 cu neputin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ru\u0219ine. Dou\u0103zeci de ani tr\u0103ise pentru ceilal\u021bi \u2014 iar acum r\u0103m\u0103sese f\u0103r\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
S-a ridicat \u00eencet \u0219i a privit \u00een oglind\u0103. Chipul ei p\u0103rea al unei femei str\u0103ine \u2014 obosit, tern, f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u00e2nteie. \u201eAsta am devenit eu?\u201d, \u0219i-a spus.<\/p>\n
A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103, la 5:30, corpul i s-a trezit din reflex. Dar \u00een loc s\u0103 mearg\u0103 la buc\u0103t\u0103rie, a r\u0103mas \u00een pat. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci de ani. S-a uitat pe tavan \u0219i a sim\u021bit o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103. O libertate necunoscut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Peste o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, \u0219i-a deschis sertarul \u00een care z\u0103cea diploma de economist. H\u00e2rtia \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 p\u0103rea s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103 mustr\u0103tor. A oftat, a netezit-o \u0219i a spus tare: \u201eHai s\u0103 vedem dac\u0103 mai \u0219tiu ceva.\u201d<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 caute un loc de munc\u0103. Prima zi a fost un dezastru. La interviuri, tinerii de la birouri o priveau ca pe o relicv\u0103. Dar ea nu s-a dat b\u0103tut\u0103. Dup\u0103 mai multe refuzuri, o firm\u0103 mic\u0103 de contabilitate i-a oferit o \u0219ans\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen primele s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, a fost greu. \u00cei tremura m\u00e2na c\u00e2nd scria, se temea c\u0103 va gre\u0219i. Dar \u00eencet, \u00eencet, \u00eencrederea i-a revenit.<\/p>\n
Costin, c\u00e2nd a aflat, a fost uimit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103, dar tu chiar vrei s\u0103 lucrezi?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, fiule. Acum vreau s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc \u0219i eu pentru mine.<\/p>\n
Au urmat luni grele, dar pline de sens. A \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat din nou s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103. S\u0103 se \u00eembrace frumos. S\u0103 se priveasc\u0103 \u00een oglind\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se ru\u0219ineze.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se acas\u0103 obosit\u0103, a g\u0103sit un buchet de flori \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii. Un bilet mic spunea: \u201ePentru cea mai curajoas\u0103 femeie pe care o cunosc. \u2014 Mircea, de la contabilitate.\u201d<\/p>\n
A z\u00e2mbit pentru prima dat\u0103 din inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment, \u0219i-a dat seama c\u0103 via\u021ba nu se termin\u0103 c\u00e2nd cineva pleac\u0103. Uneori, abia atunci \u00eencepe.<\/p>\n
A privit cerul pe geam, \u0219i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani, \u0219i-a dorit s\u0103 vad\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul nu pentru altcineva, ci pentru ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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