…\u0219i o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u00een halat alb a ie\u0219it gr\u0103bit\u0103, cu masca tras\u0103 sub b\u0103rbie \u0219i privirea r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103. Era Ana, fiica lui. C\u00e2nd l-a z\u0103rit sprijinit de zid, cu punga \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i obrajii ro\u0219ii de frig, a \u00eencremenit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eTat\u0103\u2026\u201d a \u0219optit, abia respir\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2nul a ridicat privirea, iar ochii i s-au umplut de lacrimi. Nu zicea nimic. Doar i-a \u00eentins punga cu ambele m\u00e2ini, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201e\u021ai-am f\u0103cut cornule\u021bele alea care-\u021bi pl\u0103ceau c\u00e2nd erai mic\u0103. \u0218i sirop de soc\u2026 pentru tuse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ana \u0219i-a mu\u0219cat buza. Avea m\u00e2inile \u00eenghe\u021bate, dar le-a pus peste ale lui. Punga s-a mi\u0219cat u\u0219or, fo\u0219nind, ca un secret ru\u0219inos.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eTat\u0103, de ce n-ai sunat? Puteam s\u0103 vin eu\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
El a z\u00e2mbit stingher.
\u2014 \u201eEh, n-am vrut s\u0103 te deranjez. \u0218tiu c\u0103 e\u0219ti ocupat\u0103 cu oamenii bolnavi. Am zis doar s\u0103-\u021bi las ceva bun \u0219i s\u0103 te v\u0103d pu\u021bin, dac\u0103 s-o putea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paznicul, acela\u0219i t\u00e2n\u0103r cu voce t\u0103ioas\u0103, privea acum de la distan\u021b\u0103, ru\u0219inat. Nu \u0219tia ce s\u0103 zic\u0103. Ana s-a uitat spre el, dar nu a spus nimic. A luat punga din m\u00e2inile tat\u0103lui \u0219i l-a cuprins scurt, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-l la piept.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eHai, mergi acas\u0103. O s\u0103 te sun disear\u0103, promit. \u0218i mul\u021bumesc pentru cornule\u021be.\u201d<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2nul a dat din cap, cu un z\u00e2mbet mic \u0219i cald. A pornit \u00eencet spre poart\u0103, cu pa\u0219i greoi, \u021bin\u00e2nd batista \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. \u00cen spatele lui, Ana \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eel privea. Nu voia s\u0103-l lase, dar \u0219tia c\u0103 dac\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne, o s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba tuturor.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns la troleibuz, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u0219i-a \u0219ters ochii \u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat pe o banc\u0103. L\u00e2ng\u0103 el, o femeie l-a \u00eentrebat dac\u0103 e bine.
\u2014 \u201eDa, da\u2026 doar c\u0103 mi-a intrat pu\u021bin frig \u00een oase.\u201d<\/p>\n
A scos batista mototolit\u0103 \u0219i a str\u00e2ns-o \u00een pumni. \u00cen minte \u00eei r\u0103suna glasul fiicei sale de pe vremuri: \u201eTat\u0103, promite-mi c\u0103 o s\u0103 te \u00eengrije\u0219ti.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u0219i aducea aminte cum o \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 mearg\u0103 pe biciclet\u0103, cum o a\u0219tepta \u00een poart\u0103 dup\u0103 \u0219coal\u0103, cu o felie de p\u00e2ine cu gem. Timpul trecuse, dar pentru el, ea r\u0103m\u00e2nea tot feti\u021ba care se ascundea dup\u0103 u\u0219\u0103 c\u00e2nd venea po\u0219ta\u0219ul.<\/p>\n
Acum, el era cel care a\u0219tepta \u2014 un semn, un telefon, o zi liber\u0103, orice.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns acas\u0103, s-a a\u0219ezat pe scaunul vechi de l\u00e2ng\u0103 sob\u0103. \u00cen buc\u0103t\u0103rie mirosea a lemn ars \u0219i a mere coapte. Pe mas\u0103 era o can\u0103 cu ceai rece. A privit punga goal\u0103 din care lipsea greutatea cornule\u021belor \u0219i a z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
\u201eM\u0103car le-a primit\u2026\u201d, \u0219i-a spus \u00een g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Pe sear\u0103, telefonul a sunat. Era Ana. Vocea ei era cald\u0103, obosit\u0103, dar z\u00e2mbitoare.
\u2014 \u201eTat\u0103, au fost minunate! Colegii mei au zis c\u0103 ai m\u00e2ini de aur. \u0218i\u2026 \u00eemi pare r\u0103u pentru azi diminea\u021b\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2nul a t\u0103cut o clip\u0103.
\u2014 \u201eLas\u0103, fat\u0103. \u0218tiu c\u0103 e\u0219ti om mare acum. Eu doar\u2026 am vrut s\u0103 te v\u0103d pu\u021bin. S\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103 e\u0219ti bine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eSunt bine, tat\u0103. \u0218i \u0219tii ce? Duminic\u0103 vin eu la tine. F\u0103r\u0103 programare.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lini\u0219tea care a urmat a fost cea mai frumoas\u0103 muzic\u0103 pentru el. \u0218i-a sprijinit capul de sp\u0103tarul scaunului, \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd ochii. \u00cen sob\u0103 trosneau lemnele, iar afar\u0103 ningea m\u0103runt, ca \u00eentr-o poveste.<\/p>\n
\u00cen mintea lui, timpul s-a oprit pentru o clip\u0103. Nu mai era spital, paznic, reguli sau frig. Era doar o fat\u0103 \u0219i un tat\u0103. Dou\u0103 suflete care se reg\u0103seau, chiar \u0219i pentru c\u00e2teva secunde, printr-o pungu\u021b\u0103 cu cornule\u021be \u0219i un strop de dragoste.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-n t\u0103cerea aceea simpl\u0103, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul a \u00een\u021beles ceva ce nici un regulament din lume nu poate opri: iubirea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu are nevoie de programare.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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