\u00cen pat, deasupra lui Toma, nu era ceea ce mi-am imaginat. Doamna Harpa nu f\u0103cea nimic ru\u0219inos. \u00cel \u021binea str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een hohote, iar el, cu m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103, \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia p\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas \u00een prag, cu respira\u021bia t\u0103iat\u0103. Femeia s-a \u00eentors spre mine, cu fa\u021ba ud\u0103 de lacrimi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lenu\u021bo\u2026 \u00eemi pare r\u0103u. El doar… el doar mi-a spus c\u0103 simte c\u0103 moare.<\/p>\n
Am f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenainte. Toma era palid, cu buzele uscate. Respira greu. Pe noptier\u0103, cutia cu medicamente era r\u0103sturnat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce i-ai dat? am strigat, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Ea s-a ridicat brusc, ridic\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile:
\u2014 Doar pastilele obi\u0219nuite, jur! A spus c\u0103 \u00eel doare tot, \u0219i… am vrut s\u0103-l lini\u0219tesc…<\/p>\n
M-am repezit la el. I-am atins fa\u021ba rece. Ochii lui m-au privit goi, pierdu\u021bi undeva \u00eentre via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte.<\/p>\n
Am sunat la ambulan\u021b\u0103 cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd, strig\u00e2nd \u00een telefon, \u00een timp ce lacrimile mi se amestecau cu ploaia care intra pe fereastra deschis\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ambulan\u021ba a venit \u00een zece minute, dar mie mi s-au p\u0103rut ore. L-au luat pe targ\u0103, iar eu am r\u0103mas pe trotuar, ud\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele, privind cum ma\u0219ina pleca cu sirenele aprinse.<\/p>\n
Doamna Harpa st\u0103tea \u00eentr-un col\u021b, cu palmele la gur\u0103, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een t\u0103cere. Nu am spus nimic. \u00cen clipa aceea, nu aveam putere nici m\u0103car s\u0103 o judec.<\/p>\n
La spital, medicul a venit dup\u0103 o or\u0103.
\u2014 E stabil acum, a spus el. A luat o doz\u0103 dubl\u0103 de calmante, dar a\u021bi ajuns la timp. Dac\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rzia\u021bi zece minute, nu mai puteam face nimic.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare. M-am pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe un scaun \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n
Mai t\u00e2rziu, Toma mi-a povestit totul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu a fost vina ei, a spus el \u00eencet. Eu i-am cerut s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be. Sim\u021beam c\u0103 m\u0103 duc… \u0219i mi-a fost fric\u0103. Nu voiam s\u0103 mor singur.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte. Mi-am dat seama c\u0103 \u00een goana mea dup\u0103 munc\u0103, dup\u0103 datorii, dup\u0103 supravie\u021buire, uitasem ceva esen\u021bial: omul acela nu avea nevoie doar de hran\u0103 \u0219i medicamente. Avea nevoie de iubire, de atingere, de c\u0103ldur\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva zile mai t\u00e2rziu, am concediat-o pe doamna Harpa, dar f\u0103r\u0103 ur\u0103. I-am mul\u021bumit pentru tot \u0219i i-am spus doar at\u00e2t:
\u2014 E timpul s\u0103 am eu grij\u0103 de el, nu doar ca so\u021bie, ci ca om care iube\u0219te cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
Am redus orele de munc\u0103, chiar dac\u0103 asta a \u00eensemnat mai pu\u021bini bani. Mi-am transformat serile \u00een timp petrecut cu Toma. Uneori doar \u00eei povestesc ce s-a mai \u00eent\u00e2mplat la fabric\u0103, alteori st\u0103m \u00een t\u0103cere, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-ne de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, mi-a spus:
\u2014 \u0218tii, Lenu\u021bo, atunci c\u00e2nd te-am v\u0103zut fugind prin u\u0219\u0103, am crezut c\u0103 \u00eengerii vin dup\u0103 mine.<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit printre lacrimi. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 accident, am sim\u021bit c\u0103 via\u021ba, oric\u00e2t de grea ar fi, \u00eenc\u0103 are lumin\u0103. Nu din afar\u0103, ci din dragostea care r\u0103m\u00e2ne atunci c\u00e2nd totul pare pierdut.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00cen pat, deasupra lui Toma, nu era ceea ce mi-am imaginat. Doamna Harpa nu f\u0103cea nimic ru\u0219inos. \u00cel \u021binea str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een hohote, iar el, cu m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103, \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia p\u0103rul. Am r\u0103mas \u00een prag, cu respira\u021bia t\u0103iat\u0103. Femeia s-a \u00eentors spre mine, cu fa\u021ba ud\u0103 de lacrimi. \u2014 Lenu\u021bo\u2026 \u00eemi pare r\u0103u. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10701,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10700","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\/10700","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=10700"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10700\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10702,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10700\/revisions\/10702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10701"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10700"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10700"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10700"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}