Camera era \u00eentunecat\u0103. Doar o lumin\u0103 slab\u0103, albastr\u0103, de la ceasul digital, pulsa \u00een fundal. Pe ecranul laptopului meu, \u00eenregistrarea derula \u00eencet. La \u00eenceput, p\u0103ream doar eu, \u00een pat, ad\u00e2ncit\u0103 \u00eentr-un somn greu.<\/p>\n
Dar apoi… u\u0219a de la dormitor s-a deschis.<\/p>\n
Nu eram eu. Nu era Greg.<\/p>\n
Era Maria.<\/p>\n
A p\u0103\u0219it \u00eencet, descul\u021b\u0103, cu o naturale\u021be care nu p\u0103rea deloc potrivit\u0103 unei angajate. Avea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 ceva ce p\u0103rea o cea\u0219c\u0103. S-a apropiat de mine, s-a uitat lung, apoi a l\u0103sat cea\u0219ca pe noptier\u0103 \u0219i a ie\u0219it.<\/p>\n
Am derulat mai departe.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o alt\u0103 noapte, a intrat din nou. Dar de data asta, s-a a\u0219ezat pe marginea patului meu. S-a uitat la mine minute \u00eentregi, m-a atins pe obraz, a z\u00e2mbit \u0219i a \u0219optit ceva ce nu se auzea.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit un fior rece \u00een spinare. Nu mai era grij\u0103. Nu mai era sprijin. Era obsesie.<\/p>\n
\u00cen diminea\u021ba urm\u0103toare, m-am dus la lucru ca un robot. Mintea \u00eemi era prins\u0103 \u00een imaginile acelea. Nu am putut s\u0103 stau lini\u0219tit\u0103. Am chemat-o pe mama la mine acas\u0103, sub pretextul c\u0103 mi-e dor de ea. I-am pus \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 laptopul. Ea a fost dintotdeauna genul de femeie care simte c\u00e2nd ceva nu e \u00een regul\u0103.<\/p>\n
A privit, a oftat \u0219i a spus doar at\u00e2t: \u201eFata asta nu-i \u00eentreag\u0103. \u0218i Greg o \u0219tie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg? De ce l-ar implica?<\/p>\n
Seara, l-am a\u0219teptat pe Greg \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Am pus cea\u0219ca ei de cafea pe mas\u0103. Aceea\u0219i pe care am v\u0103zut-o \u00een filmare. El a intrat, \u0219i c\u00e2nd m-a v\u0103zut, a tres\u0103rit. Nu era z\u00e2mbetul lui obi\u0219nuit. Era vin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eCe e asta?\u201d i-am zis, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd ecranul.<\/p>\n
S-a uitat. \u0218i n-a mai zis nimic. Doar a \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i a \u0219optit: \u201eN-am vrut s\u0103 ajung\u0103 a\u0219a\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Apoi totul a ie\u0219it la iveal\u0103. Maria nu era doar fiica prietenei mamei lui. Era… fosta lui iubit\u0103 din liceu. Cea pe care p\u0103rin\u021bii lui o iubeau. Pe care el o l\u0103sase pentru mine.<\/p>\n
\u201eAm vrut doar s-o ajut, era \u00eentr-un moment greu\u2026,\u201d a \u00eencercat s\u0103 se justifice.<\/p>\n
Dar ajutorul lui devenise \u00eencurajare. \u0218i t\u0103cerea lui, complicitate.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 mi se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te podeaua sub picioare.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, am schimbat toate \u00eencuietorile. Mi-am sunat \u0219eful \u0219i am cerut dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni libere. Am plecat \u00een satul bunicilor, \u00een Arge\u0219. Aveam nevoie de lini\u0219te, de aer curat, de f\u00e2n proasp\u0103t \u0219i de glasul greierilor.<\/p>\n
Acolo, \u00een curtea veche cu nuci b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, am g\u0103sit ceva ce pierdusem demult: \u00eencrederea \u00een mine.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 voi mai avea \u00eencredere \u00eentr-un b\u0103rbat prea cur\u00e2nd. Dar \u0219tiu sigur c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd te sim\u021bi \u00een\u0219elat\u0103 nu doar \u00een iubire, ci \u0219i \u00een siguran\u021ba ta, nu trebuie s\u0103 taci.<\/p>\n
Am revenit \u00een ora\u0219 mai puternic\u0103. Am schimbat casa. Am schimbat jobul.<\/p>\n
Iar Maria?<\/p>\n
Am depus o pl\u00e2ngere penal\u0103. Era tot ce puteam face legal.<\/p>\n
Iar Greg?<\/p>\n
A primit exact ce merita: singur\u0103tatea pe care mi-o ascunsese cu at\u00e2ta grij\u0103, \u00een spatele z\u00e2mbetului fals.<\/p>\n
Uneori, o camer\u0103 ascuns\u0103 nu \u00ee\u021bi arat\u0103 doar adev\u0103rul despre ceilal\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u021bi arat\u0103 \u0219i cine e\u0219ti tu, cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Camera era \u00eentunecat\u0103. Doar o lumin\u0103 slab\u0103, albastr\u0103, de la ceasul digital, pulsa \u00een fundal. Pe ecranul laptopului meu, \u00eenregistrarea derula \u00eencet. La \u00eenceput, p\u0103ream doar eu, \u00een pat, ad\u00e2ncit\u0103 \u00eentr-un somn greu. Dar apoi… u\u0219a de la dormitor s-a deschis. Nu eram eu. Nu era Greg. Era Maria. A p\u0103\u0219it \u00eencet, descul\u021b\u0103, cu o […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2108,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2107","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\/2107","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=2107"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2109,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107\/revisions\/2109"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2108"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}