{"id":11887,"date":"2025-11-11T12:04:47","date_gmt":"2025-11-11T12:04:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=11887"},"modified":"2025-11-11T12:04:47","modified_gmt":"2025-11-11T12:04:47","slug":"cand-a-ajuns-acasa-mai-devreme-se-astepta-la-liniste","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=11887","title":{"rendered":"C\u00e2nd a ajuns acas\u0103 mai devreme, se a\u0219tepta la lini\u0219te…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u00cen mijlocul sufrageriei, pe covorul moale, st\u0103tea Mara, fiica lui de zece ani. \u00cen fa\u021ba ei, o femeie \u00een halat alb o \u021binea u\u0219or de umeri \u2014 era terapeuta pe care so\u021bia lui o angajase \u00een tain\u0103. Pe podea, \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate, erau foi desenate, culori, buc\u0103\u021bi de lut \u0219i un mic microfon de juc\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

Mara ridicase privirea spre femeie, cu ochii str\u0103lucind de emo\u021bie.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Uite, doamna Andreea! Nu mai tremur\u0103 m\u00e2na! Uite!<\/p>\n

Apoi, cu un curaj pe care tat\u0103l ei nu-l mai v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103, a apucat bucata de lut \u0219i a modelat \u00eencet o inim\u0103. Degetele ei fine se mi\u0219cau nesigure, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2te.<\/p>\n

Alexandru sim\u021bi cum ceva i se fr\u00e2nge \u00een piept. \u00cen\u021belegea acum. Mara nu mai vorbea de luni \u00eentregi, de c\u00e2nd \u00eel v\u0103zuse pe el plec\u00e2nd \u00een miez de noapte, tr\u00e2ntind u\u0219a \u00een urma unei certe cu mama ei. El fugise mereu \u2014 \u00een afaceri, \u00een bani, \u00een t\u0103cere. Iar copilul lui \u00eenv\u0103\u021base t\u0103cerea de la cel mai bun.<\/p>\n

Andreea ridic\u0103 privirea spre el, surprins\u0103, dar calm\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Domnule Ionescu, n-am \u0219tiut c\u0103 veni\u021bi. Mara… a f\u0103cut un progres mare azi.<\/p>\n

Dar el nu o mai auzea. \u00ce\u0219i vedea doar fiica. Mic\u0103, ginga\u0219\u0103, cu obrajii plini de emo\u021bie, \u021bin\u00e2nd acea inim\u0103 imperfect\u0103 din lut.<\/p>\n

S-a apropiat \u00eencet, de parc\u0103 s-ar fi temut c\u0103 orice mi\u0219care ar putea rupe vraja.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Mara… \u0219opti el.<\/p>\n

Feti\u021ba tres\u0103ri, apoi \u00eel privi. Pentru o clip\u0103, aerul din camer\u0103 se opri. Apoi, vocea ei mic\u0103, tremurat\u0103, umplu t\u0103cerea.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u021ai-am f\u0103cut o inim\u0103, tati. Ca s\u0103 o por\u021bi cu tine, c\u00e2nd pleci iar.<\/p>\n

Lacrimi \u00eei \u00een\u021bepau ochii. Se a\u0219ez\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, f\u0103r\u0103 cravat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103, doar un om care \u00ee\u0219i vedea gre\u0219elile adunate \u00eentr-o inim\u0103 de lut.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu mai plec, spuse el \u00eencet. Nu mai plec nic\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n

Mara z\u00e2mbi pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp. Femeia \u00een halat alb \u00eei privi pe am\u00e2ndoi, \u00een t\u0103cere, apoi se retrase spre u\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n

So\u021bia lui, Irina, ap\u0103ru \u00een prag, cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. Nu spuse nimic. Nu era nevoie. Tot ce fusese stricat p\u0103rea, pentru prima dat\u0103, c\u0103 se poate lipi la loc.<\/p>\n

\u00cen acea noapte, Alexandru n-a dormit \u00een patul mare din dormitorul de sus. A adormit pe canapea, cu Mara \u00een bra\u021be, \u00eenconjurat de desenele ei colorate \u0219i de mirosul lutului crud.<\/p>\n

Pentru prima dat\u0103, lini\u0219tea din cas\u0103 nu era ap\u0103s\u0103toare. Era cald\u0103. Vie.<\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00een zori, c\u00e2nd lumina palid\u0103 a dimine\u021bii s-a strecurat printre draperii, a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 adev\u0103rata avere a unui om nu se num\u0103r\u0103 \u00een bani, ci \u00een inimile care \u00eel mai a\u0219teapt\u0103 acas\u0103.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00cen mijlocul sufrageriei, pe covorul moale, st\u0103tea Mara, fiica lui de zece ani. \u00cen fa\u021ba ei, o femeie \u00een halat alb o \u021binea u\u0219or de umeri \u2014 era terapeuta pe care so\u021bia lui o angajase \u00een tain\u0103. Pe podea, \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate, erau foi desenate, culori, buc\u0103\u021bi de lut \u0219i un mic microfon de juc\u0103rie. Mara ridicase […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11888,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11887","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\/11887","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=11887"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11887\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11889,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11887\/revisions\/11889"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11887"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11887"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11887"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}