Casa Iuliei era mic\u0103, din chirpici, cu acoperi\u0219ul \u00eenclinat \u0219i gardul ruginit. Poarta sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia u\u0219or c\u00e2nd a \u00eempins-o, iar \u00een curte mirosea a lemn ud \u0219i a p\u00e2ine cald\u0103. Pe o sfoar\u0103 erau \u00eentinse c\u00e2teva haine de copil, iar o juc\u0103rie stricat\u0103 z\u0103cea l\u00e2ng\u0103 trepte. Emil a r\u0103mas pe loc, privindu-le f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103.<\/p>\n
N-a apucat s\u0103 bat\u0103 la u\u0219\u0103, c\u0103 o voce sub\u021bire s-a auzit din\u0103untru.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Mamii, vine cineva!<\/p>\n
U\u0219a s-a deschis \u00eencet, iar Iulia a ap\u0103rut \u00een prag. P\u0103rea uimit\u0103 \u0219i, pentru o clip\u0103, fa\u021ba ei a trecut prin toate emo\u021biile posibile: team\u0103, ru\u0219ine, surpriz\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Domnule Dima?… Ce… ce face\u021bi aici?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Bun\u0103 diminea\u021ba, Iulia. Am trecut doar s\u0103 v\u0103d cum mai e\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
Ea a clipit des, ca \u0219i cum \u00eencerca s\u0103 se asigure c\u0103 nu viseaz\u0103. Purta un halat sub\u021bire \u0219i avea p\u0103rul prins la spate. \u00cen spatele ei, un b\u0103ie\u021bel de vreo \u0219ase ani se uita curios, \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o ma\u0219inu\u021b\u0103 rupt\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 ave\u021bi un copil, a spus Emil, sincer surprins.<\/p>\n
Iulia a t\u0103cut. S-a uitat \u00een jos \u0219i \u0219i-a mu\u0219cat buza.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Nu e ceva de ascuns, dar… n-am vrut s\u0103 \u00eencurc lucrurile.<\/p>\n
\u2013 S\u0103 le \u00eencurci?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Munca. N-am vrut s\u0103 par c\u0103 cer favoruri.<\/p>\n
Emil a sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. \u00cen mintea lui, imaginea femeii care \u00eei \u0219tergea zilnic biroul, mereu calm\u0103 \u0219i t\u0103cut\u0103, se amesteca acum cu chipul acelui copil.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Pot s\u0103 intru? a \u00eentrebat el cu o voce mai bl\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iulia a dat din cap \u0219i s-a dat la o parte. \u00cen cas\u0103 era curat, dar modest. O mas\u0103 mic\u0103, dou\u0103 scaune, un frigider vechi \u0219i pere\u021bi picta\u021bi cu creioane colorate. Pe un raft erau c\u00e2teva c\u0103r\u021bi de pove\u0219ti \u0219i o fotografie cu un b\u0103rbat \u00een uniform\u0103 militar\u0103. Emil s-a apropiat instinctiv.<\/p>\n
\u2013 So\u021bul t\u0103u?<\/p>\n
\u2013 A fost. A murit acum patru ani, \u00een accident.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, t\u0103cerea dintre ei n-a fost jenant\u0103. A fost grea, plin\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri nespuse. Emil \u0219i-a dat seama c\u0103 femeia asta, care nu ceruse niciodat\u0103 nimic, ducea de fapt o povar\u0103 uria\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n
B\u0103ie\u021belul a venit l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, \u021bin\u00e2nd ma\u0219inu\u021ba stricat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Domnule, pute\u021bi s\u0103 mi-o repara\u021bi?<\/p>\n
Emil a z\u00e2mbit, a \u00eengenuncheat \u0219i a privit juc\u0103ria. \u00cen via\u021ba lui plin\u0103 de afaceri \u0219i contracte, nimeni nu-l mai \u00eentrebase ceva at\u00e2t de simplu.<\/p>\n
\u2013 O \u00eencerc\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103, bine?<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva ore mai t\u00e2rziu, ma\u0219inu\u021ba mergea din nou. Iulia \u00eei preg\u0103tise o cafea \u0219i, \u00een timp ce o bea, Emil se g\u00e2ndea la tot ce ratase \u00een via\u021b\u0103, fugind mereu dup\u0103 bani \u0219i succes.<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u0218tii, Iulia, cred c\u0103 n-am mai b\u0103ut o cafea adev\u0103rat\u0103 de ani buni.<\/p>\n
Ea a z\u00e2mbit, timid.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Poate pentru c\u0103 n-a\u021bi mai avut timp s-o savura\u021bi, nu pentru c\u0103 n-a fost bun\u0103.<\/p>\n
Vorbele ei l-au lovit direct \u00een suflet. \u00cen clipa aceea, Emil a \u00een\u021beles ceva simplu, dar profund: uneori, cei mai boga\u021bi oameni sunt cei care nu au aproape nimic, dar \u0219tiu s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 cu inim\u0103 curat\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a plecat, copilul i-a f\u0103cut cu m\u00e2na, iar Iulia i-a mul\u021bumit din priviri. Pe drum, Emil n-a pornit radioul. Lini\u0219tea din ma\u0219in\u0103 era plin\u0103 de sens. Pentru prima oar\u0103 \u00een mul\u021bi ani, nu se mai sim\u021bea singur.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele care au urmat, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 schimbe lucruri. A vizitat orfelinate, a crescut salariile angaja\u021bilor \u0219i a cump\u0103rat o cas\u0103 nou\u0103 pentru Iulia \u0219i fiul ei. Dar cel mai important, a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103-\u0219i deschid\u0103 sufletul.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 adev\u0103rata avere nu era \u00een conturile lui, ci \u00een z\u00e2mbetul sincer al unei femei care nu \u00eencetase niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 cread\u0103 \u00een bun\u0103tate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Casa Iuliei era mic\u0103, din chirpici, cu acoperi\u0219ul \u00eenclinat \u0219i gardul ruginit. Poarta sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia u\u0219or c\u00e2nd a \u00eempins-o, iar \u00een curte mirosea a lemn ud \u0219i a p\u00e2ine cald\u0103. Pe o sfoar\u0103 erau \u00eentinse c\u00e2teva haine de copil, iar o juc\u0103rie stricat\u0103 z\u0103cea l\u00e2ng\u0103 trepte. Emil a r\u0103mas pe loc, privindu-le f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103. N-a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9592,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9591","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\/9591","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=9591"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9591\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9593,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9591\/revisions\/9593"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9592"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9591"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9591"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}