A plate of baklava

2023-06-11 12:25:00, Opinione Agim Xhafka

A plate of baklava

It was already January when mom told us, hey, Alma separated from Ben. I mean since the beginning of the year, since at the table for lunch she brought out turkey legs for us. From the one who overdid it after we did it all the time a few days ago. And the father enjoyed it so much that after each piece he wiped his lips and said:

- This virani is like a cabbage dish. The more you heat it, the tastier it becomes.

So, mom surprised us. No one thought that the couple would break up. As if to block us from guessing in vain, she explained:

-And you know who he connected with?

We didn't speak, but we saw him in the light of the eye.

- With Alqin, the neighborhood ambulance driver.

That's where the dice went. We pulled out of an ofshama and were silent. We were silent, we sat without speaking while the movie appeared in everyone's brain the way everyone wanted it.

Alma was a computer engineer. He made programs and worked in the ministry. It had been three years since he finished his master's degree in France.

While traveling by taxi, he crashed. The driver abandoned the car, gasoline flowed on the asphalt, the fire suddenly took off and Alma's door did not open, she got stuck inside. The heat was consuming him. Fortunately, Ben happened to be passing by.

He was walking on that part of the road. He worked with some Swiss for the insurance of dams and was in Paris for his own pleasure.

He ran towards the taxi instinctively, as any man jumps into the water when he sees someone drowning, grabbed a stone, broke the glass and pulled Alma out from there, unconscious.

He laid him on the street and asked for the help of the ambulance. Meanwhile, her cell phone rang. He picked it up, he spoke French, but on the other side he heard Albanian:

- I am Alma's mother, who are you?

Ben quickly answered, I'm a friend of hers, my name is Ben. She is now on a date. When it's over, I'm telling him to take you.

He closed it. In the meantime, the ambulance came, Ben got in and at the hospital they learned that if she stayed in the taxi for a few minutes, she would die either from asphyxiation or from the explosion of gasoline gases.

Alma's gratitude knew no bounds. He told everyone that Ben was the savior, otherwise he would not live anymore. And he was pleased that this boy was so handsome.

Tall, with black hair, green eyes and muscular. Any salesman would take it for a mannequin. It would beautify the goods and the store. And while Alma was waiting for some words of love from him, Ben was not late.

-Kam rënë në dashuri me ty. Jam bërë si digë e pasigurt,po më rrjedhin ndjenjat e nuk përmbaj veten,-foli ai dhe me termat e profesionit të tij.

Aq desh Alma. Puliti sytë,po dmth dhe e përqafoi. Që nga ajo ditë qytetit iu shtua një çift që e zbukuroi qendrën,dyqanet,teatron,operan,restorantet. Ishin dy të rinj që shkonin kaq shumë sa për njëri-tjetrin do i kishte krijuar zoti.

Këto sillnim ndër mend të gjithë. Ndaj nuk kuptonim pse ajo lidhje u këput.

-A i shihnim dorë për dore gjithnjë?-pyeste motra.

-Po.

-A ishin përherë të qeshur?-pyeste vëllai.

-Po.

Nëna dëgjonte me vëmendje dhe nuk fliste. Veç herë pas here qeshte. Çudi se për tema të tilla ajo s’të falte. Kur thuajse po mbaroheshin pyetjet hipotetike mamaja u ngrit,shkoi andej nga dhoma dhe erdhi me një pjatë plot me 8 copë bakllava. U gëzuam,se ishim 5 veta në familje. Do hanim më shumë se një për person dmth. Por ajo e vuri pjatën para babait.

-Është veç për ty.-i tha.

-Çfarë? Të teta këto,moj?

-Po,haji,të bëfshin mirë!-i tha mamaja.

-Hahaha,unë i ha vërtet,por do më velë kjo bakllava.

-Si,thuaje dhe njëherë!-i tha nëna.

-Po kaq shumë do velem moj,nuk i shtyj dot.

-Ja pra pse u nda Alma. Se u vel nga dashuria e Benit. Më tha e ëma e saj që ai djalë qe shumë i sheqerosur.

-Hë,folë!-e nxiti babai.

-Po ja ata vërtet duheshin në fillim,por më pas ndodhi që Benit i hipi një xhelozi e madhe. Nuk donte që Alma të shkonte në punë,i kërkoi të rrinte mbyllur në shtëpi. Nisi t’i blejë gjëra të shtrenjta. Madje i vuri përgjues te telefoni.

Kur Beni shkonte me shërbim Almën ato ditë nga pas e ndiqte dikush i vënë nga ai. Dhe sa herë ajo ngrinte zërin, Beni i thosh, je gjallë prej meje,pa mua do ishe tretur tani. Pra një dashuri e blerë. E normal që vajza u ftoh. Se ajo donte të qe protagoniste në dashuri,jo figurante. S’donte të trajtohej si lodër e Benit. Donte të luftonin e gëzonin bashkë. Hallet e problemet t’i ndanin mes tyre,edhe një lot po t’u rridhte ta ndanin në dy. Kështu krisja u thellua deri në çarje. Ja pse ndodhi kjo çudi.

Motrës iu duk jo aq e besueshme si motiv.

-Po pse u lidh me Alqin,shoferin e aumbalancës?-pyeti mamanë.

-Don't mean mockery with the word driver. That Alqi, you chick, is not really the steak on the plate like Ben. But it's like that liquid at the bottom of a tomato salad. That they suck it up, suck it up and never feel full, - his mother fed him.

We all laughed and quickly divided 8 baklavas among 5 people by "consensus"./ CNA