Iulia a t\u0103cut. \u00cen aer plutea un miros ciudat, de parfum scump amestecat cu nelini\u0219te. A sim\u021bit cum m\u00e2inile mamei \u00eei tremurau u\u0219or c\u00e2nd i-au atins obrazul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E pentru binele t\u0103u, i-a spus Gra\u021biela. Ai \u00eencredere \u00een mine.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103 zile mai t\u00e2rziu, un b\u0103rbat \u00een costum negru a oprit \u00een fa\u021ba casei. Ma\u0219ina scump\u0103, cu motorul care abia murmura, p\u0103rea rupt\u0103 dintr-o alt\u0103 lume. Iulia, cu un mic bagaj \u00een bra\u021be, asculta fiecare sunet \u2014 u\u0219a grea care se deschidea, pa\u0219ii ap\u0103sa\u021bi ai b\u0103rbatului, vocea lui joas\u0103 care spunea doar: \u201eSunte\u021bi gata?\u201d.<\/p>\n
Gra\u021biela a dat din cap, dar Iulia nu a v\u0103zut. A sim\u021bit doar m\u00e2na mamei care i-a str\u00e2ns degetele o clip\u0103, prea scurt, prea rece. Apoi pa\u0219ii s-au \u00eendep\u0103rtat.<\/p>\n
Drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 la casa milionarului a fost lung \u0219i t\u0103cut. Ma\u0219ina mirosea a piele nou\u0103, iar aerul condi\u021bionat o f\u0103cea s\u0103 tremure. Nu \u0219tia \u00eencotro merge, dar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea cu putere.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd au ajuns, a auzit por\u021bi metalice deschiz\u00e2ndu-se \u0219i o voce grav\u0103 spun\u00e2nd: \u201eBine ai venit, Iulia.\u201d Era vocea lui \u2014 calm\u0103, dar cu o greutate pe care nu o putea \u00een\u021belege.<\/p>\n
Casa era uria\u0219\u0103. Podelele trosneau u\u0219or sub tocurile femeii care o conducea \u00een\u0103untru. \u201eAici o s\u0103 stai\u201d, i-a spus. Camera mirosea a lavand\u0103 \u0219i a curat, dar aerul era rece, lipsit de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Seara, c\u00e2nd a venit momentul s\u0103-l \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103, a sim\u021bit un val de team\u0103. Domnul Andrei \u2014 a\u0219a \u00eel numea toat\u0103 lumea \u2014 i-a vorbit cu bl\u00e2nde\u021be. \u201eNu te teme, aici e\u0219ti \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103.\u201d Dar vocea lui avea o triste\u021be pe care nici ea nu o putea ignora.<\/p>\n
La cin\u0103, i-a spus c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pierduse so\u021bia cu ani \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i de atunci nu mai suporta lini\u0219tea. Iulia l-a ascultat \u00een t\u0103cere, sim\u021bind cum durerea din vocea lui r\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een ea. Nu \u0219tia dac\u0103 era mil\u0103 sau altceva, dar sim\u021bea c\u0103 b\u0103rbatul acela nu era ca ceilal\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen prima noapte, Andrei a f\u0103cut ceva ce Iulia nu se a\u0219tepta. A adus un mic pian \u00een camera ei. \u201eL-am aflat dintr-o fotografie… am vrut s\u0103-l ai aproape.\u201d Iulia \u0219i-a dus m\u00e2inile la clape, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput s\u0103 c\u00e2nte, casa \u00eentreag\u0103 a prins via\u021b\u0103. Sunetele s-au ridicat ca o rug\u0103ciune, umpl\u00e2nd fiecare col\u021b. C\u00e2nd a terminat, Andrei era \u00een picioare, cu ochii umezi. \u201eA\u0219a suna lini\u0219tea \u00eenainte s\u0103 o pierd\u201d, a spus \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Din acea sear\u0103, ceva s-a schimbat. \u00centre ei s-a n\u0103scut o c\u0103ldur\u0103 ciudat\u0103, un amestec de respect, compasiune \u0219i dorin\u021ba de a repara ceva ce via\u021ba le luase am\u00e2ndurora.<\/p>\n
Iulia a \u00eenceput s\u0103 simt\u0103 lumea altfel \u2014 prin pa\u0219ii lui, prin felul \u00een care \u00eei aranja florile pe mas\u0103, prin felul \u00een care \u00eei aducea o can\u0103 de ceai fierbinte f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd a cerut s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 cu mama ei, Andrei a t\u0103cut. Apoi, cu o voce grea, i-a spus: \u201eIulia… mama ta nu \u021bi-a g\u0103sit un loc de munc\u0103. Te-a v\u00e2ndut.\u201d<\/p>\n
Fata a sim\u021bit cum aerul dispare. Lumea, pe care oricum nu o vedea, s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Te rog, nu te speria, a continuat el. Nu vreau nimic de la tine. Vreau doar s\u0103 te protejez. Am fost ca tine c\u00e2ndva \u2014 singur, pierdut, tr\u0103dat.<\/p>\n
Lacrimi fierbin\u021bi i-au curs pe obraji. Pentru prima dat\u0103, nu din neputin\u021b\u0103, ci din recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103. Nu-l vedea, dar \u00eel sim\u021bea aproape, mai aproape dec\u00e2t fusese vreodat\u0103 cineva.<\/p>\n
De atunci, via\u021ba ei s-a schimbat. Nu pentru c\u0103 tr\u0103ia \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 mare, ci pentru c\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021base c\u0103 bun\u0103tatea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu are pre\u021b.<\/p>\n
Iar c\u00e2nd, peste luni, Andrei a \u00eentrebat-o: \u201eVrei s\u0103 vezi lumea, Iulia? Cu adev\u0103rat?\u201d, ea a z\u00e2mbit. O nou\u0103 opera\u021bie, o nou\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103. Iar c\u00e2nd a deschis ochii pentru prima dat\u0103 \u0219i l-a v\u0103zut, a \u0219tiut.<\/p>\n
Nu cump\u0103rase o via\u021b\u0103. O salvase.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Iulia a t\u0103cut. \u00cen aer plutea un miros ciudat, de parfum scump amestecat cu nelini\u0219te. A sim\u021bit cum m\u00e2inile mamei \u00eei tremurau u\u0219or c\u00e2nd i-au atins obrazul. \u2014 E pentru binele t\u0103u, i-a spus Gra\u021biela. Ai \u00eencredere \u00een mine. Dou\u0103 zile mai t\u00e2rziu, un b\u0103rbat \u00een costum negru a oprit \u00een fa\u021ba casei. Ma\u0219ina scump\u0103, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9200,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9199","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\/9199","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=9199"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9199\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9201,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9199\/revisions\/9201"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9200"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9199"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9199"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9199"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}