Dita filloi si \u00e7do dit\u00eb tjet\u00ebr p\u00ebr Julian Mercer , nj\u00eb sip\u00ebrmarr\u00ebs i pasur i njohur p\u00ebr portofolin e tij t\u00eb gjer\u00eb t\u00eb sip\u00ebrmarrjeve n\u00eb pasuri t\u00eb paluajtshme dhe zhvillimeve luksoze.<\/p>\n
Megjithat\u00eb, ai m\u00ebngjes mbartte nj\u00eb shqet\u00ebsim t\u00eb panjohur. Kalendari i tij ishte i mbushur me takime q\u00eb shtriheshin deri von\u00eb n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, por di\u00e7ka e t\u00ebrhiqte ngadal\u00eb n\u00eb gjoks, duke e nxitur t\u00eb shkonte n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi her\u00ebt. Julian nuk ishte nj\u00eb njeri q\u00eb u besonte ndjenjave mbi arsyen \u2013 por k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb, t\u00ebrheqja ishte e pamundur t\u00eb injorohej.<\/p>\n
Ajo q\u00eb ai nuk e dinte ishte se zgjedhja p\u00ebr t\u2019u kthyer n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi para per\u00ebndimit t\u00eb diellit do ta ndryshonte jet\u00ebn e tij p\u00ebrgjithmon\u00eb, duke zbuluar t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta rreth dashuris\u00eb, humbjes dhe asaj q\u00eb ka v\u00ebrtet r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi.<\/p>\n
Juliani admirohej nga larg. Rezidenca e tij ngrihej n\u00eb periferi t\u00eb qytetit, muret e saj t\u00eb larta prej xhami kapnin diellin si nj\u00eb kuror\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb kod\u00ebr t\u00eb larg\u00ebt. Por pas asaj pamjeje t\u00eb jashtme t\u00eb l\u00ebmuar, jeta e tij ishte e cop\u00ebtuar. Gruaja e tij, Elena , kishte nd\u00ebrruar jet\u00eb vite m\u00eb par\u00eb, duke e l\u00ebn\u00eb at\u00eb t\u00eb rriste dy f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tyre, Caleb dhe Sophie . Ai u sigurua q\u00eb atyre t\u00eb mos u mungonte asgj\u00eb materiale, por d\u00ebshtoi t\u2019u jepte at\u00eb q\u00eb kishin m\u00eb shum\u00eb nevoj\u00eb \u2013 pranin\u00eb e tij.<\/p>\n
Sht\u00ebpia ndihej m\u00eb shum\u00eb si nj\u00eb pallat sesa si nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Edhe pse nj\u00eb sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtore e re me emrin Maribel e mbante t\u00eb past\u00ebr dhe t\u00eb ngroht\u00eb, vetmia jehonte n\u00eb \u00e7do korridor. Maribel kishte punuar p\u00ebr familjen p\u00ebr gati tre vjet. E qet\u00eb, e but\u00eb dhe shpesh e l\u00ebn\u00eb pas dore, ajo ishte pak m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb e sfondit p\u00ebr Julianin. Por p\u00ebr Caleb dhe Sophie, ajo ishte di\u00e7ka shum\u00eb m\u00eb kuptimplote: nj\u00eb d\u00ebgjuese e duruar, nj\u00eb prani ngush\u00eblluese dhe nj\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje e but\u00eb q\u00eb mbushte boshll\u00ebkun q\u00eb n\u00ebna e tyre kishte l\u00ebn\u00eb pas.<\/p>\n
At\u00eb pasdite, makina e Julianit u rrokullis n\u00eb heshtje n\u00eb rrugic\u00eb. Rrezet e diellit i mbuluan shkall\u00ebt prej mermeri me ar nd\u00ebrsa ai hyri brenda, duke pritur qet\u00ebsi \u2013 ose ndoshta tingujt e zbeht\u00eb t\u00eb pastrimit.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb vend t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj, ai ngriu.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb qeshura u p\u00ebrhap\u00ebn nga dhoma e ngr\u00ebnies \u2013 t\u00eb qeshura t\u00eb v\u00ebrteta. T\u00eb ndritshme. T\u00eb gjalla. Nga ato q\u00eb nuk kishin jetuar n\u00eb sht\u00ebpin\u00eb e tij p\u00ebr vite me radh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ai u zhvendos ngadal\u00eb drejt zhurm\u00ebs dhe, kur arriti te dera, pamja para tij gati sa nuk ia drodh\u00ebn gjunj\u00ebt. Ajo q\u00eb pa sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtoren e tij duke b\u00ebr\u00eb me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e tij ia mbushi syt\u00eb me lot\u2026<\/p>\n
Atje q\u00ebndronte Maribel me uniform\u00ebn e saj t\u00eb but\u00eb jeshile, me flok\u00ebt e kapura bukur prapa. T\u00eb ulur n\u00eb tavolin\u00eb ishin Caleb dhe Sophie, fytyrat e t\u00eb cil\u00ebve shk\u00eblqenin nga entuziazmi. Midis tyre ishte nj\u00eb tort\u00eb me \u00e7okollat\u00eb e pjekur fllad, e mbuluar me fruta dhe krem. Maribel po e priste me kujdes, duke vendosur copa t\u00eb m\u00ebdha n\u00eb pjatat e tyre nd\u00ebrsa f\u00ebmij\u00ebt duartrokisnin dhe qeshnin.<\/p>\n
K\u00ebmisha blu e Kalebit ishte e pluhurosur me pluhur kakaoje. Fustani roz\u00eb i Sofis\u00eb kishte nj\u00eb njoll\u00eb kremi n\u00eb pjes\u00ebn e p\u00ebrparme \u2013 prov\u00eb e qart\u00eb se ata kishin ndihmuar n\u00eb gatimin e tij.<\/p>\n
Ata nuk po hanin vet\u00ebm. Ata po festonin. Po krijonin nj\u00eb kujtim.<\/p>\n
Maribel qeshi me ta, duke ia fshir\u00eb but\u00ebsisht faqen Sofis\u00eb, duke ia f\u00ebrkuar flok\u00ebt Kalebit me shaka. Ajo nuk po sillej si sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtore \u2013 po sillej si an\u00ebtare e familjes.<\/p>\n
Juliani q\u00ebndronte i pal\u00ebvizsh\u00ebm, me dor\u00ebn q\u00eb i mbulonte goj\u00ebn. Nuk ishte torta apo dekorimet q\u00eb e thyenin. Ishte dashuria q\u00eb mbushte dhom\u00ebn. Sh\u00ebrbyesja q\u00eb mezi e vuri re u kishte dh\u00ebn\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebve t\u00eb tij di\u00e7ka q\u00eb ai nuk e kishte pasur prej vitesh \u2013 nj\u00eb ndjenj\u00eb p\u00ebrkat\u00ebsie.<\/p>\n
Ndjenja e fajit e p\u00ebrshkoi. Kishte kaluar kaq shum\u00eb koh\u00eb duke nd\u00ebrtuar nj\u00eb perandori dhe duke siguruar t\u00eb ardhmen e tyre, saq\u00eb i kishte munguar ajo q\u00eb atyre v\u00ebrtet u nevojitej. Dhe Maribel kishte hyr\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb hap\u00ebsir\u00eb \u200b\u200bbosh me durim, ngroht\u00ebsi dhe p\u00ebrkushtim t\u00eb qet\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Juliani mendoi p\u00ebr Elen\u00ebn. Ajo gjithmon\u00eb i kishte th\u00ebn\u00eb se f\u00ebmij\u00ebt kishin nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr pranin\u00eb m\u00eb shum\u00eb sesa p\u00ebr dhuratat. Pas vdekjes s\u00eb saj, ai e kishte mbytur veten n\u00eb pun\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u2019i shp\u00ebtuar pik\u00ebllimit, duke e bindur veten se kjo ishte p\u00ebr hir t\u00eb tyre.<\/p>\n
Ai q\u00ebndroi i fshehur, duke shikuar.<\/p>\n
Kalebi tregoi me entuziaz\u00ebm historin\u00eb e derdhjes s\u00eb miellit kudo. Sofi qeshi derisa i mori frym\u00eb me v\u00ebshtir\u00ebsi. Maribel u bashkua me t\u00eb, e qeshura e saj e but\u00eb por e plot\u00eb, g\u00ebzimi i saj i v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. Nuk ishte thjesht tort\u00eb \u2013 ishte sh\u00ebruese.<\/p>\n
M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, Juliani b\u00ebri nj\u00eb hap p\u00ebrpara. Zhurma i trembi. Maribel u drejtua, duke i fshir\u00eb duart nervozisht n\u00eb p\u00ebrpar\u00ebse. F\u00ebmij\u00ebt u kthyen t\u00eb habitur.<\/p>\n
P\u00ebr nj\u00eb \u00e7ast, Juliani nuk mundi t\u00eb fliste. Pastaj, me z\u00eb q\u00eb i dridhej, tha thjesht: \u201cFaleminderit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maribeli puliti syt\u00eb, e hutuar. Por f\u00ebmij\u00ebt e kuptuan. Ata vrapuan drejt tij, duke i mb\u00ebshtjell\u00eb krah\u00ebt rreth belit, duke folur me nj\u00ebri-tjetrin nd\u00ebrsa lot\u00ebt i rridhnin n\u00eb fytyr\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb Kalebi dhe Sofia e kishin par\u00eb ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb t\u00eb atin t\u00eb qante\u2014dhe n\u00eb vend t\u00eb frik\u00ebs, ata ndien dashurin\u00eb e tij.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb jav\u00ebt q\u00eb pasuan, Julian ndryshoi. Ai e pastroi axhend\u00ebn e tij. Ai luante, gatuante, lexonte p\u00ebrralla para gjumit. Ai i k\u00ebrkoi Maribel t\u2019i m\u00ebsonte rutinat q\u00eb kishte krijuar me f\u00ebmij\u00ebt. Ngadal\u00eb, rezidenca u zbut dhe u shnd\u00ebrrua n\u00eb nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.<\/p>\n
Edhe Juliani filloi ta shihte v\u00ebrtet Maribelin. Posht\u00eb p\u00ebrul\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb saj fshihej nj\u00eb forc\u00eb e jasht\u00ebzakonshme. Nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, nd\u00ebrsa shikonte f\u00ebmij\u00ebt duke ndjekur xix\u00ebllonjat n\u00eb kopsht, ajo i tregoi p\u00ebr djalin q\u00eb kishte humbur. Juliani d\u00ebgjonte n\u00eb heshtje, me zemr\u00ebn e mbushur me admirim. Ajo kishte derdhur dashurin\u00eb e nj\u00eb n\u00ebne tek f\u00ebmij\u00ebt q\u00eb nuk ishin t\u00eb saj\u00ebt, duke i sh\u00ebruar ata \u2013 dhe veten e saj.<\/p>\n
Maribel nuk ishte m\u00eb vet\u00ebm sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtore. Ajo ishte pjes\u00eb e familjes.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje, Juliani pa Caleb-in dhe Sophie-n teksa i m\u00ebsonin Maribel-it nj\u00eb valle qesharake n\u00eb tryez\u00ebn e ngr\u00ebnies. Dhoma u mbush me t\u00eb qeshura. Llambadari shk\u00eblqente ngroht\u00ebsisht. Juliani buz\u00ebqeshi mes lot\u00ebsh.<\/p>\n
Dhe ai e kujtoi dit\u00ebn kur u kthye n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi her\u00ebt.<\/p>\n
Nj\u00eb zgjedhje e thjesht\u00eb q\u00eb ndryshoi gjith\u00e7ka.<\/p>\n
Ai kishte pritur boshll\u00ebk.<\/p>\n
N\u00eb vend t\u00eb k\u00ebsaj, ai gjeti dashurin\u00eb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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