Abia aterizasem, cu trollerul \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, c\u00e2nd am \u00eencremenit. Acolo era el, fostul meu so\u021b, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2ndu-\u0219i secretara de parc\u0103 lumea le-ar fi apar\u021binut. \u00cen clipa urm\u0103toare, privirile ni s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit.\u2014 Tu? \u2014a \u0219optit el, alb la fa\u021b\u0103, f\u0103c\u00e2nd un pas \u00eenapoi, ca \u0219i cum p\u0103m\u00e2ntul i-ar fi fugit de sub picioare.<\/p>\n
N-am \u021bipat. N-am fugit. Am z\u00e2mbit. Pentru c\u0103, \u00een mijlocul acelui aeroport plin de oameni, el a \u00een\u021beles ceva mult mai r\u0103u dec\u00e2t faptul c\u0103 fusese prins asupra faptului: eu nu mai eram femeia pe care o l\u0103sase \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Abia cobor\u00e2sem din avion pe aero\\portul Henri Coand\u0103 din Bucure\u0219ti. \u021aineam trollerul cu m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103 c\u00e2nd m-am oprit complet. Oboseala drumului a disp\u0103rut \u00eentr-o secund\u0103. \u00cen fa\u021ba por\u021bii de sosiri interna\u021bionale era Andrei Popescu, fostul meu so\u021b, cu bra\u021bele \u00een jurul secretarei lui, de parc\u0103 tot aeroportul le apar\u021binea. Ea, Ioana, r\u00e2dea cu capul sprijinit pe pieptul lui, cu o familiaritate care fusese c\u00e2ndva a mea.<\/p>\n
Pentru o clip\u0103 am crezut c\u0103 mi se pare. Dar nu. A ridicat privirea, ochii ni s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u0219i l-am v\u0103zut cum se albe\u0219te la fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tu? \u2014a \u0219optit, f\u0103c\u00e2nd un pas \u00een spate, ca \u0219i cum i s-ar fi surpat podeaua sub picioare.<\/p>\n
N-am \u021bipat. N-am pl\u00e2ns. N-am fugit. Doar am z\u00e2mbit. Iar z\u00e2mbetul meu l-a scos cel mai tare din s\u0103rite.<\/p>\n
Cu doi ani \u00eenainte, acela\u0219i b\u0103rbat m\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sise cu o fraz\u0103 scurt\u0103 \u0219i crud\u0103: \u201eNu mai \u00eencapi \u00een via\u021ba mea, Maria\u201d. Zece ani de c\u0103snicie redu\u0219i la un troller \u0219i o lini\u0219te ap\u0103s\u0103toare. Atunci eram fr\u00e2nt\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 un loc de munc\u0103 stabil, dependent\u0103 de el emo\u021bional \u0219i financiar. A plecat cu Ioana, iar eu am r\u0103mas s\u0103 adun buc\u0103\u021bile unei vie\u021bi pe care o crezusem sigur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Acum m\u0103 \u00eentorsesem nu pentru el, ci pentru mine. Revenisem la Bucure\u0219ti ca s\u0103 \u00eenchid un contract important cu o firm\u0103 mare. Un proiect pe care \u00eel construisem de la zero \u00een Cluj, unde \u00eemi ref\u0103cusem cariera, \u00eencrederea \u00een mine \u0219i independen\u021ba.<\/p>\n
Andrei a \u00eencercat s\u0103 se adune. A str\u00e2ns m\u00e2na Ioanei st\u00e2ngaci \u0219i a for\u021bat un z\u00e2mbet.\u2014 Nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 te \u00eentorci\u2026 \u2014a murmurat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nici eu nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 lucrezi duminica \u2014am spus calm, uit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 la ceasul lui scump, acela pe care \u00eel pl\u0103tisem \u0219i eu, rat\u0103 cu rat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ioana ne privea st\u00e2njenit\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 pe deplin tensiunea. Eu o \u00een\u021belegeam. Pentru c\u0103, \u00een clipa aceea, Andrei nu se \u00eent\u00e2lnise doar cu trecutul lui. Realizase ceva mult mai dureros: nu mai avea nicio putere asupra mea.<\/p>\n
Chiar atunci, telefonul mi-a vibrat. Era un apel care urma s\u0103 schimbe echilibrul acelei scene pentru totdeauna\u2026 iar Andrei \u00eenc\u0103 nu \u0219tia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Abia aterizasem, cu trollerul \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, c\u00e2nd am \u00eencremenit. Acolo era el, fostul meu so\u021b, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2ndu-\u0219i secretara de parc\u0103 lumea le-ar fi apar\u021binut. \u00cen clipa urm\u0103toare, privirile ni s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit.\u2014 Tu? \u2014a \u0219optit el, alb la fa\u021b\u0103, f\u0103c\u00e2nd un pas \u00eenapoi, ca \u0219i cum p\u0103m\u00e2ntul i-ar fi fugit de sub picioare. N-am \u021bipat. N-am … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-847","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/847","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=847"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/847\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":848,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/847\/revisions\/848"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=847"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=847"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=847"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}