Poli\u021bistul i-a ar\u0103tat legitima\u021bia \u0219i a oftat ad\u00e2nc. \u201eSo\u021bia dumneavoastr\u0103 a fost implicat\u0103 \u00eentr-un accident rutier. Un \u0219ofer a pierdut controlul ma\u0219inii pe bulevardul principal. A fost dus\u0103 la spital, dar…\u201d<\/p>\n
Restul cuvintelor s-au pierdut \u00een vuietul care \u00eei umpluse urechile. Eric s-a sprijinit de perete, incapabil s\u0103 respire. Parc\u0103 tot aerul din cas\u0103 disp\u0103ruse.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu, nu\u2026 nu se poate,\u201d a \u0219optit. \u201eDoar se dusese s\u0103 cumpere scutece…\u201d<\/p>\n
Poli\u021bistul i-a pus o m\u00e2n\u0103 pe um\u0103r. \u201eV\u0103 rog s\u0103 veni\u021bi cu mine, domnule. Copiii sunt \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric a \u00eencuviin\u021bat mecanic \u0219i s-a \u00eentors spre dormitorul tripletilor. Trei fe\u021bi\u0219oare mici dormeau \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate printre juc\u0103rii, cu lacrimile \u00eenc\u0103 uscate pe obraji. I-a acoperit u\u0219or \u0219i a ie\u0219it pe u\u0219\u0103, cu inima zdrobit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 la spital i s-a p\u0103rut un co\u0219mar. \u00cen ma\u0219ina poli\u021biei, vedea prin geamurile ude fiecare reflex al luminilor stradale ca pe un repro\u0219. \u00cen minte \u00eei r\u0103suna vocea Corei \u2014 bl\u00e2nd\u0103, cald\u0103, iar apoi tremur\u00e2nd\u0103, \u00een seara aceea.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns, medicul l-a condus \u00eentr-un salon rece, luminat puternic. Cora era acolo, pe un pat alb, conectat\u0103 la aparate.<\/p>\n
\u201eA avut noroc,\u201d a spus medicul. \u201eE \u00een stare stabil\u0103, dar va trebui s\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103 mult. A pierdut mult s\u00e2nge, dar va tr\u0103i.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele acelea au fost ca o gur\u0103 de aer. Eric s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe scaun \u0219i \u0219i-a acoperit fa\u021ba cu m\u00e2inile. \u201eMul\u021bumesc, Doamne…\u201d<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a r\u0103mas singur l\u00e2ng\u0103 patul ei, a sim\u021bit ru\u0219inea ca pe o greutate \u00een piept. Pe noptier\u0103 era po\u0219eta ei, iar \u00een ea \u2014 bonul de la magazin. Avea dreptate: cump\u0103rase doar scutece \u0219i o cutie mic\u0103 de bomboane \u00een form\u0103 de inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
Eric a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, Cora s-a trezit \u00eencet. A clipit, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama unde e. L-a v\u0103zut st\u00e2nd acolo, cu ochii ro\u0219ii, \u0219i a vrut s\u0103 se ridice.<\/p>\n
\u201eStai,\u201d i-a spus el, cu vocea g\u00e2tuit\u0103. \u201eTe rog, nu te mi\u0219ca. Cora, am fost un prost. Un om orb \u0219i rece. Tot ce-ai f\u0103cut era din dragoste, iar eu… \u021bi-am r\u0103spuns cu furie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea l-a privit t\u0103cut\u0103. \u201eEric, eu nu voiam dec\u00e2t o sear\u0103 lini\u0219tit\u0103. S\u0103-\u021bi aduc aminte c\u0103, \u00een ciuda oboselii, a banilor pu\u021bini, a copiilor care pl\u00e2ng, noi doi \u00eenc\u0103 suntem aici. C\u0103 dragostea nu trebuie s\u0103 coste nimic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimi i-au curs din nou pe obraji. \u201e\u0218tiu. \u0218tiu, \u0219i mi-e ru\u0219ine. C\u00e2nd am auzit poli\u021bistul la u\u0219\u0103, am sim\u021bit c\u0103 lumea se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te. Mi-am dat seama c\u0103 te pot pierde \u00eentr-o clip\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103 n-a\u0219 mai avea pentru ce tr\u0103i.\u201d<\/p>\n
A luat m\u00e2na ei \u0219i a str\u00e2ns-o. \u201ePromit c\u0103 nu o s\u0103 te mai fac s\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi. Niciodat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva zile mai t\u00e2rziu, Cora a fost externat\u0103. \u00cen drum spre cas\u0103, treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 flor\u0103rii pline de trandafiri ro\u0219ii. Eric a oprit brusc ma\u0219ina.<\/p>\n
\u201eA\u0219teapt\u0103 pu\u021bin,\u201d a spus, \u0219i a ie\u0219it. S-a \u00eentors cu un buchet mare, dar nu de trandafiri \u2014 ci de margarete albe.<\/p>\n
\u201eDe ce margarete?\u201d a \u00eentrebat ea, z\u00e2mbind u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
\u201ePentru c\u0103 sunt simple. Ca tine. Ca noi. \u0218i pentru c\u0103 nu au nevoie de o zi anume ca s\u0103 \u00eensemne iubire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cora \u0219i-a mu\u0219cat buzele \u0219i a r\u00e2s printre lacrimi. \u00cen acea clip\u0103, au \u00een\u021beles am\u00e2ndoi c\u0103 dragostea nu e f\u0103cut\u0103 din gesturi grandioase, ci din recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103, din r\u0103bdare \u0219i din iertare.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, c\u00e2nd au ajuns acas\u0103, casa mirosea \u00eenc\u0103 a usturoi \u0219i ierburi. Lum\u00e2n\u0103rile arse pe jum\u0103tate \u00eenc\u0103 mai erau pe mas\u0103. Eric a a\u0219ezat florile \u00een mijloc \u0219i a aprins din nou una dintre lum\u00e2n\u0103ri.<\/p>\n
\u201eS\u0103 \u00eencepem de la cap\u0103t,\u201d a spus el.<\/p>\n
Iar Cora a \u00eencuviin\u021bat, privind cum flac\u0103ra mic\u0103 le lumina chipurile obosite, dar pline de speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, dragostea lor nu mai avea nevoie de dovad\u0103. Era acolo, vie, t\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i adev\u0103rat\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Poli\u021bistul i-a ar\u0103tat legitima\u021bia \u0219i a oftat ad\u00e2nc. \u201eSo\u021bia dumneavoastr\u0103 a fost implicat\u0103 \u00eentr-un accident rutier. Un \u0219ofer a pierdut controlul ma\u0219inii pe bulevardul principal. A fost dus\u0103 la spital, dar…\u201d Restul cuvintelor s-au pierdut \u00een vuietul care \u00eei umpluse urechile. Eric s-a sprijinit de perete, incapabil s\u0103 respire. Parc\u0103 tot aerul din cas\u0103 disp\u0103ruse. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10273,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10272","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\/10272","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=10272"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10272\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10274,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10272\/revisions\/10274"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10273"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10272"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10272"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10272"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}