\u00cen fa\u021ba casei nu era doar socrul lui.
L\u00e2ng\u0103 duba veche, albastr\u0103, st\u0103tea un grup de b\u0103rba\u021bi \u00een salopete, oameni simpli, cu m\u00e2inile cr\u0103pate de munc\u0103, dar cu o privire hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.
Iar \u00een mijlocul lor era domnul Radu, un b\u0103rbat trecut de cincizeci de ani, cu o prezen\u021b\u0103 care te f\u0103cea s\u0103 \u00eenghi\u021bi \u00een sec.<\/p>\n
Nu p\u0103rea deloc sup\u0103rat pe fiica lui.
P\u0103rea sup\u0103rat pe altcineva.<\/p>\n
Adrian a r\u0103mas \u00een prag, blocat.
\u00cenainte s\u0103 poat\u0103 spune ceva, domnul Radu a intrat \u00een cas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 cear\u0103 voie, ocolindu-l ca pe un obstacol minor.<\/p>\n
\u2014\u201eCamelia, hai \u00een picioare, fata mea\u201d, a spus el, cu o voce bl\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n
Camelia s-a ridicat \u00eencet, \u0219terg\u00e2ndu-\u0219i lacrimile. C\u00e2nd l-a v\u0103zut, s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00een bra\u021bele lui ca un copil.
El a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat-o pe cap \u0219i s-a \u00eentors c\u0103tre Adrian cu o privire care ar fi oprit \u0219i un taur \u00een plin av\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u2014\u201eTu ai chemat-o pe fata mea ca s\u0103 o umile\u0219ti?\u201d, a \u00eentrebat el, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ridice tonul.<\/p>\n
Adrian a \u00eencercat s\u0103 par\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n pe situa\u021bie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eDomnule Radu, cu tot respectul\u2026 \u00een casa mea se respect\u0103 ni\u0219te reguli. Dac\u0103 ea\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eReguli?\u201d
Socrul lui a f\u0103cut un pas spre el.
\u2014 \u201eRegula de baz\u0103 \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 e respectul. Iar tu nu \u0219tii ce-i \u0103la.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cei din fa\u021ba casei au intrat \u00een hol, lini\u0219ti\u021bi, ca \u0219i cum ar fi venit s\u0103 mute mobila. Adrian s-a retras instinctiv cu un pas.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eCe\u2026 ce face\u021bi aici? N-am nevoie de oameni \u00een gospod\u0103ria mea!\u201d<\/p>\n
Domnul Radu a ridicat m\u00e2na \u0219i oamenii s-au oprit. Apoi s-a \u00eentors spre Camelia.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eFata mea, ai lucrurile preg\u0103tite?\u201d<\/p>\n
Camelia a dat din cap. Avea doar o geant\u0103 mic\u0103. At\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eAtunci plec\u0103m.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adrian a izbucnit:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eTu r\u0103m\u00e2i aici! Eu sunt so\u021bul t\u0103u, eu \u00ee\u021bi spun ce s\u0103 faci!\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci, pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een seara aceea, Camelia l-a privit direct \u00een ochi.
Privirea ei nu mai era pl\u00e2ns\u0103, nici fr\u00e2nt\u0103.
Era hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eEu plec. M-ai f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 simt ca o str\u0103in\u0103 \u00een casa asta. \u0218i nu mai accept.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adrian a \u00eencercat s\u0103 se apropie de ea, dar unul dintre b\u0103rba\u021bii \u00een salopet\u0103 i-a ie\u0219it \u00een cale, oprindu-l cu o mi\u0219care simpl\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 agresivitate, dar suficient\u0103 c\u00e2t s\u0103 transmit\u0103 un mesaj clar: \u201eP\u00e2n\u0103 aici.\u201d<\/p>\n
Domnul Radu s-a aplecat u\u0219or spre Adrian.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201e\u021ai-am dat fata mea cu \u00eencredere. Tu ai luat dragostea ei \u0219i ai c\u0103lcat-o \u00een picioare. No, de azi, ai grij\u0103 singur de orgoliul t\u0103u. Camelia nu-\u021bi mai datoreaz\u0103 nimic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Apoi i-a \u00eentors spatele \u0219i a condus-o pe Camelia afar\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-i geanta.<\/p>\n
Adrian a sim\u021bit cum \u00eei fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eO s\u0103 v\u0103 par\u0103 r\u0103u! Eu v-am ajutat, v-am dat bani\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
Domnul Radu s-a oprit \u00een prag.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eNu vreau niciun leu de la tine. \u021aine-\u021bi banii. Eu vreau doar ca fata mea s\u0103 nu tr\u0103iasc\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 un om care crede c\u0103 dragostea se cump\u0103r\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
U\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 tr\u00e2ntit, dar sunetul acela l-a lovit mai tare dec\u00e2t orice u\u0219\u0103 izbit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ploua \u00een continuare, iar Adrian a r\u0103mas \u00een mijlocul sufrageriei goale, cu ecoul propriilor strig\u0103te \u00een urechi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen fa\u021ba casei, Camelia a urcat \u00een dub\u0103 al\u0103turi de tat\u0103l ei.
Pe bancheta din spate era o p\u0103tur\u0103 groas\u0103, o sticl\u0103 de ap\u0103 \u0219i un termos cu ceai.
Detalii mici, dar pline de grij\u0103.
Detalii pe care Adrian nu le observase niciodat\u0103, pentru c\u0103 nu le oferise niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pe drum, Camelia a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 din nou, dar lacrimile nu mai erau de team\u0103.
Erau lacrimi de eliberare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eTat\u0103\u2026 \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 ai venit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eTot timpul o s\u0103 vin, fat\u0103. Tot timpul.\u201d<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd duba s-a \u00eendep\u0103rtat, Adrian s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe canapea.
Abia atunci a \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
A pierdut-o nu c\u00e2nd a trimis bani mamei ei.
Nici c\u00e2nd a ascuns.
A pierdut-o c\u00e2nd a uitat ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 respectul.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba lui, a sim\u021bit fric\u0103.
Nu de oamenii aceia simpli.
Nu de socrul lui.<\/p>\n
Ci de via\u021ba pe care urma s\u0103 o tr\u0103iasc\u0103 singur, cu m\u00e2ndria lui \u0219i nimic altceva.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 \u00een noaptea aceea, Camelia n-a plecat doar din cas\u0103.
A plecat dintr-o lume \u00een care fusese doar tolerat\u0103.
\u0218i a intrat \u00eentr-una \u00een care era, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, iubit\u0103 \u0219i protejat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar asta\u2026 nicio sum\u0103 de bani nu putea cump\u0103ra vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00cen fa\u021ba casei nu era doar socrul lui.L\u00e2ng\u0103 duba veche, albastr\u0103, st\u0103tea un grup de b\u0103rba\u021bi \u00een salopete, oameni simpli, cu m\u00e2inile cr\u0103pate de munc\u0103, dar cu o privire hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.Iar \u00een mijlocul lor era domnul Radu, un b\u0103rbat trecut de cincizeci de ani, cu o prezen\u021b\u0103 care te f\u0103cea s\u0103 \u00eenghi\u021bi \u00een sec. Nu p\u0103rea […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12855,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12854","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\/12854","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=12854"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12854\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12856,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12854\/revisions\/12856"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12855"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12854"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12854"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12854"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}