C\u00e2nd u\u0219a salonului s-a \u00eenchis \u0219i pa\u0219ii medicilor s-au pierdut pe coridor, Constantin a r\u0103mas singur l\u00e2ng\u0103 patul T\u0103marei. Privirea lui se opri pe chipul ei palid, aproape transparent. Era prea t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 ca s\u0103 moar\u0103. Prea bun\u0103 ca s\u0103 fie tr\u0103dat\u0103 \u00een halul \u0103sta.<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u0219i aminti prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd o v\u0103zuse \u2014 o femeie hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, elegant\u0103, care venise la spital pentru o simpl\u0103 consulta\u021bie. Vorbea cu respect, z\u00e2mbea sincer \u0219i mul\u021bumea fiec\u0103rui asistent. A\u0219a era Tamara: o lumin\u0103. Iar acum, acea lumin\u0103 se stingea sub ochii lui.<\/p>\n
Noaptea aceea, Constantin nu a plecat acas\u0103. S-a a\u0219ezat pe scaun \u0219i a vegheat-o, ascult\u00e2ndu-i respira\u021bia tot mai grea. C\u00e2nd monitorul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 piuie neregulat, a luat o decizie care i-ar fi putut costa cariera.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-am voie s-o las s\u0103 moar\u0103, \u2014 a murmurat el, ridic\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n
A str\u00e2ns din din\u021bi, a chemat o asistent\u0103 de \u00eencredere \u0219i au \u00eenceput preg\u0103tirile. F\u0103r\u0103 aprob\u0103ri, f\u0103r\u0103 semn\u0103turi, doar cu speran\u021b\u0103 \u0219i inim\u0103. Opera\u021bia a durat ore \u00eentregi. C\u00e2nd s-a terminat, soarele r\u0103s\u0103rea peste spital.<\/p>\n
Tamara tr\u0103ia. Slab\u0103, dar \u00een via\u021b\u0103. Constantin a sim\u021bit cum lacrimile i se adun\u0103 \u00een ochi. \u0218tia c\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 scandal, dar pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103 sim\u021bea c\u0103 f\u0103cuse ceea ce era cu adev\u0103rat corect.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva zile mai t\u00e2rziu, Dumitru s-a \u00eentors din concediu. \u00cen spital, to\u021bi \u00eel priveau cu o combina\u021bie de dispre\u021b \u0219i t\u0103cere. C\u00e2nd a intrat \u00een salon \u0219i a v\u0103zut-o pe Tamara cu ochii deschi\u0219i, a r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 grai.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Credeam\u2026 c\u0103… \u2014 a b\u00e2iguit el.
\u2014 C\u0103 sunt moart\u0103? \u2014 l-a \u00eentrerupt Tamara cu o voce abia auzit\u0103, dar t\u0103ioas\u0103. \u2014 \u0218tiu tot, Dumitru. \u0218tiu despre bani. \u0218i despre amanta ta.<\/p>\n
El a \u00eencercat s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103, dar r\u00e2sul i s-a fr\u00e2nt pe buze.
\u2014 N-ai dovezi, \u2014 a zis rece.<\/p>\n
Tamara a \u00eentors privirea spre noptier\u0103. Pe ea, telefonul \u00eenregistra tot. Toat\u0103 discu\u021bia. Tot adev\u0103rul.
\u2014 Acum am, \u2014 a spus ea simplu.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea clip\u0103, Dumitru a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 pierduse totul. Averea, reputa\u021bia, libertatea. Tamara, femeia pe care o credea slab\u0103, se ridicase din moarte nu doar pentru a tr\u0103i, ci pentru a-l \u00eenfrunta.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, el era cercetat pentru fraud\u0103 \u0219i tentativ\u0103 de omor prin neglijen\u021b\u0103. Iar Tamara, ref\u0103cut\u0103, a v\u00e2ndut compania, \u0219i-a cump\u0103rat o cas\u0103 mic\u0103 la marginea Bra\u0219ovului \u0219i s-a \u00eentors la pasiunea ei: pictura.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, Constantin a venit s-o vad\u0103. A adus un buchet de flori de c\u00e2mp \u0219i un z\u00e2mbet sincer.
\u2014 Cum te sim\u021bi? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat el.
\u2014 Liber\u0103, \u2014 i-a r\u0103spuns ea, privind spre mun\u021bi. \u2014 \u0218i recunosc\u0103toare. Uneori, via\u021ba \u00ee\u021bi ia tot ca s\u0103-\u021bi arate ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
V\u00e2ntul a fluturat perdeaua alb\u0103, iar Tamara a z\u00e2mbit pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp. Moartea trecuse pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, dar \u00een loc s\u0103-i fure via\u021ba, \u00eei d\u0103duse curajul s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 din nou.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd u\u0219a salonului s-a \u00eenchis \u0219i pa\u0219ii medicilor s-au pierdut pe coridor, Constantin a r\u0103mas singur l\u00e2ng\u0103 patul T\u0103marei. Privirea lui se opri pe chipul ei palid, aproape transparent. Era prea t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 ca s\u0103 moar\u0103. Prea bun\u0103 ca s\u0103 fie tr\u0103dat\u0103 \u00een halul \u0103sta. \u00ce\u0219i aminti prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd o v\u0103zuse \u2014 o femeie hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10113,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10112","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10112"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10112\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10114,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10112\/revisions\/10114"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10112"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10112"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10112"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}