\u2014 Nu. \u0218i cred c\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea ar trebui s\u0103 \u0219tie de ce.<\/p>\n
Un murmur a str\u0103b\u0103tut sala ca un val. Mama lui C\u0103t\u0103lin a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103. O m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 a sc\u0103pat buchetul pe jos. Fotografii au \u00eencremenit, cu degetele pe buton.<\/p>\n
C\u0103t\u0103lin a r\u00e2s scurt, for\u021bat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Marta, nu e momentul pentru glume\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ba da, e exact momentul, a spus ea calm.<\/p>\n
Vocea \u00eei era limpede, f\u0103r\u0103 tremur. Doamna de Fier \u00ee\u0219i reintrase \u00een piele.<\/p>\n
A scos telefonul din po\u0219et\u0103. Cu c\u00e2teva atingeri, a deschis conversa\u021bia pe care \u0219i-o trimisese ei \u00eens\u0103\u0219i cu o or\u0103 \u00eenainte. A f\u0103cut un pas spre ofi\u021berul de stare civil\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cenainte s\u0103 spun \u201eda\u201d, am aflat c\u0103 viitorul meu so\u021b are deja pe cineva care \u00eei spune \u201eiubitul meu\u201d de luni bune.<\/p>\n
Un oftat colectiv a umplut sala.<\/p>\n
C\u0103t\u0103lin s-a \u00eenro\u0219it.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu e ce pare! Era doar\u2026 o prostie!<\/p>\n
\u2014 O prostie repetat\u0103 luni la r\u00e2nd? Cu planuri de vacan\u021be la Bra\u0219ov \u0219i jur\u0103minte de dragoste? a replicat ea, ridic\u00e2nd spr\u00e2nceana.<\/p>\n
Apoi s-a \u00eentors spre invita\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tiu c\u0103 unii a\u021bi venit de la Cluj, al\u021bii de la Ia\u0219i. \u0218tiu c\u0103 s-au cheltuit zeci de mii de lei pe restaurant, pe forma\u021bie, pe flori. Dar \u0219tiu \u0219i c\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 un mincinos cost\u0103 mult mai mult.<\/p>\n
Tat\u0103l ei, un b\u0103rbat simplu, cu palmele b\u0103t\u0103torite, o privea cu ochii umezi. Nu de ru\u0219ine. De m\u00e2ndrie.<\/p>\n
C\u0103t\u0103lin a \u00eencercat s\u0103-i apuce m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Putem vorbi acas\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n
Marta s-a retras un pas.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Acas\u0103? Care acas\u0103? Cel \u00een care eu credeam c\u0103 suntem doi, iar tu erai deja \u00een trei?<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva fete au \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u0219u\u0219oteasc\u0103. Un prieten de-al lui C\u0103t\u0103lin s-a strecurat spre ie\u0219ire.<\/p>\n
Ofi\u021berul de stare civil\u0103, vizibil \u00eencurcat, a \u00eentrebat:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Deci refuza\u021bi \u00eencheierea c\u0103s\u0103toriei?<\/p>\n
Marta a z\u00e2mbit u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Refuz o minciun\u0103. Nu o c\u0103s\u0103torie.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-a desf\u0103cut voalul cu un gest simplu \u0219i l-a a\u0219ezat pe masa din fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Prefer s\u0103 plec singur\u0103 dec\u00e2t s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 cu \u00eendoiala \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n
Apoi s-a \u00eentors spre C\u0103t\u0103lin pentru ultima dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc. Mi-ai f\u0103cut cel mai scump cadou posibil: adev\u0103rul, chiar \u00eenainte s\u0103 fie prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n
Lini\u0219tea s-a spart c\u00e2nd cineva a \u00eenceput s\u0103 aplaude \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Era tat\u0103l ei.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 el, o prieten\u0103 apropiat\u0103. Apoi \u00eenc\u0103 cineva.<\/p>\n
\u00cen c\u00e2teva secunde, jum\u0103tate din sal\u0103 a izbucnit \u00een aplauze. Cealalt\u0103 jum\u0103tate privea \u00een jos, st\u00e2njenit\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u0103t\u0103lin a r\u0103mas singur, \u00een costum, \u00een mijlocul s\u0103lii pline de crini.<\/p>\n
Marta a ie\u0219it afar\u0103 \u00een lumina puternic\u0103 a amiezii. Aerul rece de toamn\u0103 i-a atins obrajii fierbin\u021bi. Pentru o clip\u0103, genunchii i s-au \u00eenmuiat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E\u0219ti bine? a \u00eentrebat-o tat\u0103l ei, ajung\u00e2nd-o din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
A tras aer \u00een piept.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, tat\u0103. Acum sunt.<\/p>\n
Telefonul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vibreze \u00eencontinuu. Mesaje. Apeluri. Probabil \u0219i de la el.<\/p>\n
L-a \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n
\u00cen loc s\u0103 mearg\u0103 spre restaurantul unde invita\u021bii urmau s\u0103 petreac\u0103, s-a urcat la volanul propriei ma\u0219ini. Rochia alb\u0103 se str\u00e2ngea \u00een jurul ei, dar nu o mai sim\u021bea ca pe o povar\u0103.<\/p>\n
A condus f\u0103r\u0103 direc\u021bie c\u00e2teva minute, apoi a oprit pe marginea lacului Her\u0103str\u0103u. A cobor\u00e2t \u0219i s-a privit \u00een geamul ma\u0219inii.<\/p>\n
Nu vedea o femeie p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Vedea o femeie care a avut curajul s\u0103 spun\u0103 \u201enu\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-a \u0219ters lacrimile care, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u0219i-au permis s\u0103 curg\u0103. Nu erau de sl\u0103biciune. Erau de eliberare.<\/p>\n
Seara, \u00een loc de valsul mirilor, a ie\u0219it la o teras\u0103 mic\u0103, doar cu p\u0103rin\u021bii \u0219i dou\u0103 prietene apropiate. Au comandat sarmale \u0219i un pahar de vin. Au r\u00e2s. Au vorbit. Au f\u0103cut planuri.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce o s\u0103 faci acum? a \u00eentrebat una dintre ele.<\/p>\n
Marta a z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 O s\u0103 fac ce am f\u0103cut mereu. O s\u0103 merg \u00eenainte. Dar data viitoare, nu o s\u0103 mai ignor instinctul.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele care au urmat, povestea ei a circulat peste tot. Unii au judecat-o. Al\u021bii au admirat-o.<\/p>\n
Dar, \u00een biroul ei din Bucure\u0219ti, c\u00e2nd a intrat luni diminea\u021b\u0103, colegii au privit-o altfel. Nu doar ca pe \u201eDoamna de Fier\u201d.<\/p>\n
Ci ca pe o femeie care a ales respectul de sine \u00een locul aparen\u021belor.<\/p>\n
Iar asta a valorat mai mult dec\u00e2t orice nunt\u0103 de lux.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103, uneori, cel mai curajos \u201eda\u201d pe care \u00eel po\u021bi spune \u00een via\u021b\u0103 este un \u201enu\u201d rostit la timp.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2014 Nu. \u0218i cred c\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea ar trebui s\u0103 \u0219tie de ce. Un murmur a str\u0103b\u0103tut sala ca un val. Mama lui C\u0103t\u0103lin a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103. O m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 a sc\u0103pat buchetul pe jos. Fotografii au \u00eencremenit, cu degetele pe buton. C\u0103t\u0103lin a r\u00e2s scurt, for\u021bat. \u2014 Marta, nu e momentul pentru glume\u2026 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20384,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20383","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\/20383","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=20383"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20385,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20383\/revisions\/20385"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/20384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}