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THE MAN WITH THREE KIDNEYS…

2025-10-12 08:25:00, Kulturë CNA

In the morning, Irdi arrived at the coffee shop, as usual, two minutes after me. I call him my son because he is half my age. He started working at our advertising agency five years ago. As soon as he finished painting and decorating, we needed an artist to compose the designs we produced and give us ideas for our clients' advertising spots. We were a reputable agency, and Irdi made our reputation shine even brighter. His art stamped emotion into every product. Naturally, as an administrator, I felt a lot of respect, but I was also indebted. From time to time, in addition to my salary, I would send him bonuses to his account, but I still thought that a compliment or a pat on the back was a more appropriate gesture.

As soon as he entered the café, I saw that it wasn't the same Irdi as yesterday.

-Did something happen? Are you okay? Are the children okay?

He had been married four years ago and had two boys. Twins, one 2 and the other 3 years old.

"No, no. Everything's fine. But my father's wife worried me," he told me.

His father's wife was not Ird's mother. She died in the maternity ward shortly after giving birth to Ird. It was said that his father was Ligor Kani, a successful entrepreneur today, but back then a young man who made a lot of money chased after many women. Some of them, due to economic difficulties, he almost bought them. And so one of them got pregnant, gave birth to Ird and died. The boy was taken to an orphanage. He grew up there and always wanted to know who his father was. He saw him in his dreams, imagined him as his hero, his blood boiled every time someone smiled at him for no reason on the street. This is it, this is it, he dreamed. Until when he finished high school, the son of the orphanage's headmistress told him that he had learned from his mother that his father was Ligor.

"Who is Ligor, sir?" he asked, his voice softening.

-The Ligori who builds the palaces across from the stadium.

He ran from the stadium as fast as he could. Building after building until he found Ligor's office. He knocked, but it was empty.

-He's at home, at the villas in Petrela, he's been sick. For a few days.

He ran, ran, and as he approached the three-story villa, he rang the doorbell. The gate opened by itself. He went inside, and as he emerged into a large living room, a tall man appeared. Handsome, but with a pale face. He walked slowly.

-Commander, why did you come?

"I am your son," Irdi said.

The man was not surprised, nor shocked.

-Go away, boy, you haven't left me alone for a day. Don't think I'm stupid.

That's it, and he left. He left her alone. He was so frozen that it seemed to him that he was in a dream. But he heard a female voice from behind.

"We didn't get rid of you, you swindlers," a middle-aged woman said. "Go away, you're trying to get a piece of our wealth."

He left, walking away. He learned that the lady was his father's wife. The first meeting went badly. Then he learned that Ligori only had one daughter, married in London. For a few months he did not try to meet, until one day he could not stand it anymore and knocked on his door. Luckily his father was there. He came out looking pale, even more so than the first time. Apparently he recognized him, so he shouted to the guard:

-Get rid of this cheater!

He left with his tail between his legs, but also with an oath, I will never meet him, I will never look for him. After all, even if you had a father like that, you wouldn't have kept him around. Months and years passed like that. Until today he told me that his father's wife had worried him.

"Why did he do that to you?" I asked.

-He came to my house. As soon as I opened the door I recognized him. Order, whatever you want, I asked him a little wildly. Your father is hospitalized, he told me. Which father, because he doesn't have a son, I told him. She was silent. I saw that her eyes filled with tears. Your father's kidneys are not working. So she told me to get tested so that you can become a donor.

After these normal words I felt pain, it came from inside the body. Because the soul does not take commands from the brain when it acts. It is programmed only by the DNA. But I gathered myself, the reaction of both of them came to my mind, their cruelty and contempt. I did not want to behave like them. I took the father's wife by the hand and took her to the children's room. It was early in the morning and they were sleeping. Dear children, will you allow me to give a kidney to the man who did not recognize me for his son when he was healthy and recognizes me now when he got sick? That he does not love me, but that he needs me, that is. What do you say? The father's wife looked at me angrily. But these are young, they have not learned to speak, she told me. They do not speak, but my kidneys are for them.

Tomorrow with one kidney, maybe I won't help them as much as they need, I'll create deficiencies and make their lives difficult. So I ask them. The lady probably realized that she wouldn't succeed in the mission she had undertaken and said to me, but if your father knew you, would you give him your kidney? Yes, I told her right away, I would give it to him. How is that possible, because with one kidney you would still be left and the children probably wouldn't be ready for everything, as you said. I would find myself, I would find myself.

If my father called me his son, I wouldn't have two kidneys, but three. And after the operation, I would come out with two kidneys again. Normal, like any person who enjoys the love of his father, of his blood. He realized that he couldn't find a donor in me and left. He slammed the door, woke up my children. So I'm like a fool. I don't know if I did the right thing, or if I did the wrong thing.

I looked him in the eye for a long time. There was a great deal of confusion in his mind, but it was not my place to speak. I found myself like that word in the Albanian language that in the singular is masculine and in the plural becomes feminine. The mountain and the mountains, I spoke to myself.

-Order? -Irdi asked me.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm going to the office," I told him./ CNA