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2024-03-10 15:51:00, Kulturë Agim Xhafka

Journalist Agim Xhafka

Ola accidentally found out about the drama that you had just knocked on her. Her husband, Gjergji, who disappeared across the border with the flight attendant, with that tall beauty.

- They call her Juli, - said Vjosa, her friend.

Vjosa knew very well that he worked for the company where Gjergji was a pilot.

- There are two days and they will continue for a month away from Tirana, they will work and fly on a line that starts from Moldova to Russia. They have independence from our branch, she concluded the terrible news.

Ola hesitated. He remembered the message his mother told him when he learned a few years ago that she loved Gjergji.

- Don't marry such handsome boys, girl! You will suffer for hours. They are prey for the women of the day. Many times they become hunters themselves. Your family will be shocked. Collect your mind!

Ola laughed then, ignored him. Because she is also a fairy. Most beautiful and smartest there is only yourself in the city. But men are like dogs, he remembered what his mother often told him. He even pronounced it; cried, apparently feeling sorry for these animals. And here is her Gjergji in the blink of an eye, what Gjergji did to her. Of the flight attendant, which was the youngest and the most exciting. The two got along so well that it wouldn't be surprising if a European magazine proposed to them to appear on the cover. The handsome Gjergj, the wise Gjergj, not only women, but also men fell in love with him, a phrase heard somewhere about her husband came to mind.

And while he was chewing this news, he remembered that he had to deal with the children. They had two children, 9-year-old Greg and 5-year-old Drini. They say they were like flesh with their father. There wasn't a day when they didn't play and cuddle. Even when his father was on a flight or missing a few days from his busy schedule, he would bring them videos. With that gas of his, he brightened their whole day.

- They must learn nothing. They are young and a drama in the family will traumatize them. It will lock them in their shell, increase their melancholy and educate them passive character, - he said to himself.

She remembered Nesti's family, her neighbor at her parents' house. So there was a shock there and the four children did not gather their wits even after they got married themselves. They were and remained as shop mannequins. No initiative, no friends. Without vitality, joy, gas and optimism. As soon as he entered the house, one of the videos that Gjergji had taken last week was shown to the children in the cell.

- Dad will be working away this month and he just greets you with this.

He was a video master. It was like a flu, it immediately filled you with vitality and love. The boys were delighted. Then as if the news disappeared. And Ola, because she was busy with the cooking and the house, it seemed that nothing had changed. But until the deep dinner. Then when she lay down on the wide bed, she slept on her husband's side. As if he wanted to cover the gap there. As if he were saying to himself, here it is, inside me. We are one, as before. Just like that, morning came in bits and pieces. He went to work not with his eyes on the computer, but with his mobile phone. But he didn't drink black. As if he had become friends with Gjergji. In the afternoon, the mother came. He had learned the horror. He did not speak, he took care of the children. But when he left he said:

- Did I tell you, girl?

Ola began to implement her plans. Now the most important thing was for the children to live the day as if no puzzle was missing in the framework of their family.

-Dad sent an e-mail greeting now. Shall I read to them?

- Poo.

And Ola, after opening an address with Gjergji's name, started sending letters as if he were sending them to Ola's e-mail. And at the end, after Gjergji closed the letter with hugs and kisses, Ola used to leave the tablet open for Drini to read Gjergji's address. So a few days. Then there was a knock on the door. It was Greg's birthday. And as soon as they opened it, a red bicycle appeared. And on the black saddle a letter "My son, you will be 100 years old. Dad".

Day by day, the belts that connected the children to their father were untied. One Friday Ola said:

- Dad has set aside some money for an excursion to Saranda. We go to get them.

All three appeared at the bank. She had started it for herself, but it was as if Gjergji had paid for it.

- Who sends them? - he asked the cashier half-heartedly so that the people could hear him.

- George Mani. - said the girl across the glass.

Life for the children went on as before. Every now and then Ola would bring up old videos. They didn't understand that they weren't fresh because Gjergji showed the same love in almost all of them. With the same words and gestures. That's how the month ended until one afternoon the doorbell rang. Greg went to open it and heard:

- Dad, dad came.

Ola froze, but moved from the armchair. She also went there. Drini was also attacked. George included both children. He grabbed her and couldn't get enough of kissing and smelling her. They are delirious, happy.

"Welcome, you are tired," Ola said and hugged him.

George remained motionless. He didn't understand if he had come home from where he ran away or if he had entered another family. Or am I dreaming, he was thinking. But Ola added more to his doubt. Laughing and expressing joy that he came back. As if it meant something, the boys started talking.

- You made me happy with the bike, - said Greg.

- With the money you sent us, we went to Saranda, - said Drini.

Then they told about the videos, about the letters that the father wrote. George fell into the void. Since Ola did not leave any gaps in the children that month. Shame began to eat away at him. Like that rust, rather like that mold that caught it for years in the pool and barely got rid of it. After the children went to sleep he tried to speak.

-Ola..

- Better be silent, - she told him.

She knew this scene by heart. He would start with the words, nothing is as it is said, I have thought day and night about you and the children, I love you and I would not trade you for anyone in the world, I long for your scent. The crowd of men who go after every woman who arouses them with a glance. They went to the big bed. But with each other's backs. He's not snoring because he's not sleeping, said Ola. He never slept without hugging me, said Gjergji. And that's how the morning found them with monologues. They went to work separately, not hugging like before. At dinner, he got into a routine. She with cooking, he with the children. So a week, with our backs to each other in bed. Until one afternoon when Greg was doing his homework he asked his father:

- Tell me a proverb of the people!

-Broken bread doesn't stick, he quickly told her.

-Say it completely, - advised Ola.

-How is it complete? - asked George.

- Write son, - said Ola. -Broken bread does not stick, but it is eaten.

George did not speak. He approached Ola. He dared to touch her hand. That's it. There was clear remorse in his eyes. He was about to shed a tear.

- Don't marry such a handsome man, - reminded her mother.

But now she got married and never joined to become his guard. That she was his wife. Only Gjergji could protect Gjergji from day or night hunters. Nobody else. She also had a drive, she liked a lot of working or casual men. That the world is filled with beauty and excitement. But we women have strong wills, we hold back hard, a humor of Jola, her close friend, came to her ears. While the men...Eh, the men don't even have handbrake. The wife and the husband find out the last time they cheat, a quote from an Italian movie came to mind again. I'm passing the time with aphorisms, he mocked himself. After so many days, he put his mouth on the gas.

In addition to Ola's mother, her father, Gezimi, also came to the dinner.

- Oh, - said Ola. - I called you because Greg broke the body of the bike. Look!

He showed him the pipe that was broken.

- Don't worry, girl, I'll fix it tomorrow. A weld will and becomes new fringo.

-And it only holds with a weld? - Gjergji asked with surprise.

-Yes Yes. The bike can then break anywhere, but never at the weld, no matter how much you damage or hit it. There, the climbing becomes much stronger, it becomes much like these two hands when you tie them together, - he said, intertwining the fingers of one hand with the fingers of the other hand.

After these words, George looked at Ola. She saw her father's hands. Maybe we need a weld, that moment flashed in his mind and for the first time after so many days he looked, but with a little warmth, at the beautiful green eyes of the man who, even though he did a mountain of guilt, still makes his heart tremble. It used to be said, give me a second chance. Now let's say, let's do some welding. Ola found this comical, but also a little erotic. A red crossed his face at that moment and some butterflies started to crawl on his body. He felt them and was happy. That they were butterflies he knew, butterflies with warm signals that announced sunny weather.