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Sunday Story/ Father's Marriage

2023-08-06 09:17:00, Kulturë Agim Xhafka
Sunday Story/ Father's Marriage
Dawn Xhafka

- Hey, it seems to me that our father is confusing us with that Drita, Vjosa's mother, - said Blerta to Olti, her brother, as soon as he entered her house.

He laughed and spoke briefly:

- Well, father will not stay single. He is young, he just turned 67, he retired a month ago. And mom made it 5 years since she left us, that she ran away and flew to heaven. Father will not live alone, de! Be glad he is hooking up with a lady lady.

It's been a year since it was rumored that Tom, the father of Blerta and Olti, has a relationship with Drita, the mother of Vjosa. Not that this news was poorly received, but it actually made a bit of a fuss that both are relatively old. Drita has been retired for several years because she worked as a teacher and that profession quickly puts her out of work. But Tomi, a lawyer in the municipality, also reached the age of majority this year. So two pensioners making love, their neighbor Nerënxa would say, tearing her cheeks out of shame.

Fortunately, Blerta had known Drita for years, because at school she went to a class with Vjosa, her daughter. They have been friends for years and years. The occasion had brought him to visit their house often. A small apartment, only one bedroom, but nicely arranged and clean. As it seems, Light was light and for purity. But also her husband Berti did what he could see. An artist carpenter until a few years ago at the wood plant, the saw grabbed his jacket and his hand in haste, and he could not live even two hours after the accident due to hemorrhaging. Blerta remembered these and her mother's accident came to mind. As soon as he got off the ring road to the home station, he was going to cross the road, but an Audi from the last ones comes from above at hellish speed. He includes it by flaming it high into the air and then dragging it hundreds of meters.

Five years have passed since then. As if it happened yesterday, she said to herself. Meanwhile, his anger with Drita flared up. That he could not accept that someone would stay by his father's side. He was the mother's place and no one could take it.

- Today I will meet Vjosa and talk to him about my father, - he told his brother.

- What do you want to say? That as our father does not have in the globe? How happy is Drita who will marry him? That…

- No no. I will urge Vjosa to tell Drita that our father is violent, he is a drunkard, a brawler, a gambler, a brawler, a gossiper,...

- Hahaha, why, you don't know Drita's father! We have been living in almost the same neighborhood for years. We also know each other's secrets, - said the brother and left.

But Blerta was not giving up on his plan. He had it fixed in his brain that he would not let him get close to his father. Since her mother passed away, she went to him almost every day. Ever since her father became a widower, Blerta dealt more with her father than with her children. His brother also knocked on Tom's door every day. They did the shopping, cleaning, took it with them on vacations, picnics and trips outside. Tom often didn't want to because he had company and wanted to spend time with them, but also because this last year he met Drita and wanted his own freedom.

At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Blerta went to the confectioner "Agimi". He had let her meet Vjosa there. He found it there from the corner of the hall. How well he thought, because he didn't want anyone to listen to him when he slandered and made up stories about his father.

- Dear, tell me a little about your mother. Then I for my father. So that we can get to know them too. They seem to have known each other well, - Blerta started with a smile.

- First of all, I want to say, I was glad that my mother met your father, - said Vjosa at the beginning of her speech. - Because I have a lot of respect for Uncle Tom. Smiling, loving, kind. Dad knows that I won't become anyone, but Tom is a balm for mom's pain. Now she has where she relies and where she gets beautiful colors for her life. Or not?

- Eh, my Vjosa, you know, my father is not as good as it seems to you. Uh, he's…

And there Blerta stopped. How would he start endless fictions and rants without his friend in sight and he remembered his mother who is no longer alive, but also Drita. Both of them were of the same age. And they almost had the same laugh. Neither of them talked about quarrels and chatter. They were like daughters born to one mother. Drita and the mother raised good children, both became good educators, then it was nice to stay with grandchildren as a grandmother with so much dignity and nobility. He remembered that Drita was a good cook. He cried for soups, pies or soups. Just like mom. It was a small house indeed, but clean like that. Like mom that is. Yes, the balcony full of flowers, yes, her serious dress, yes, her hair arranged and a pin on the side like her mother. He remembered when he used to tell him a lot of events every time he went to Vjosa. Attractive like her mother, and on her left cheek, whenever she smiled, a small hole appeared that beautified her. Like mom. And she had that smile. Wow, maybe God inside the Light has decided my mom that there is no way they are that much alike, she wondered. At that moment he felt a warmth in his soul. It sealed that his father had made the right choice. He did not run towards a stranger, but ran towards a clone of his late wife's companion. That's why Blerta received a voice of approval from within, of encouragement for this duo to become a duo. With ceremony and party. Because that's what mother would like. Often as a joke he spoke to her: At that moment he felt a warmth in his soul. It sealed that his father had made the right choice. He did not run towards a stranger, but ran towards a clone of his late wife's companion. That's why Blerta received a voice of approval from within, of encouragement for this duo to become a duo. With ceremony and party. Because that's what mother would like. Often as a joke he spoke to her: At that moment he felt a warmth in his soul. It sealed that his father had made the right choice. He did not run towards a stranger, but ran towards a clone of his late wife's companion. That's why Blerta received a voice of approval from within, of encouragement for this duo to become a duo. With ceremony and party. Because that's what mother would like. Often as a joke he spoke to her:

- Tom, if you found something for me, don't stay a widower. Loneliness is a vicious disease. Find someone, not like me, but be like me. - she laughed.

Vjosa was sitting stiffly. Because Blerta sewed his mouth shut. He hadn't spoken in a few minutes.

- My, you told me that your father is not as good as he seems.

Blerta gathered herself. He laughed and continued.

- Yes Yes. That's right. He is not as good as he seems. Because he is better than that.

Both daughters were relieved by a confusion that swirled through the air for a few seconds. Vjosa seemed happy for her mother. She found a decent mate so Tom called it bingo. Ama and Tom fell in love with a copy of Blerta's mother. He connected with someone who will not erase the portrait of his ex-wife, but will remind him more in gestures, behavior and appearance.

From up there, those who fled seem happier. They feel so excited that they are probably waiting for the invitation to the wedding in the "Drita & Tomi" neighborhood. The four of them will play Napoleon's dance, thought the two girls, since tomorrow they will be sisters too.

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