The house never seemed so big. With a tense jaw, he leaned his back against the door. The only thing he heard was the sound of crashing keys on his key chain.
The day they bought the white sofa was the happiest day of Kristina’s life since they married. He could remember how determined she was on saving money to buy that piece of furniture since she discovered it. It was in a rainy day when they were newly married, walking alone in the freezing night. To protect themselves from the rain, Niko asked them to stay under a marquee in front of a fancy furniture store. It was love at the first sight. Between Kristina and the sofa.
He would never forget how happy she was when the couriers arrived with the sofa. She almost cried. With that money they could have bought a table, chairs, cupboards and more than one sofa. They married with only a matress, an old stove from Kristina’s mom and a tiny refrigerator. He knew they could spent that money more wisely. But Kristina’s happiness worth it all.
She only let anyone (even she) sit at the sofa after almost one year. Even when Niko started to earn a lot of money she was still careful with her beloved sofa. And now she’s gone leaving that furniture back.
She really left him.
He had an enviable career, fame, a stable bank account, prestige, a good home, the car he always dreamed of, a beautiful white suede sofa.
And Kristina now had freedom.
It was almost monday. Just some hours until she could finally go back training with the NT.
Her house was never that clean before. And she never was that anxious.
Probably not. It was the second more anxious day of her life. The first was her meeting with
When she was fifteen her mom sent Nina to a full time school at Zagreb. Her older brother, Ivan, was almost finishing school and she started to live with him at the croatian capital. Her mom had two reasons to do that: the first one was to give Nina the best education as possible as she (her mom) never had that oportunity in her humble childhood. The second reason was to give Nina the opportunity to have more chances of playing professional football, as she knew her daughter’s dreams. Her father never knew about the second reason until Nina got called to be part of
Dinamo Maksimir and then to the Croatian female national team.
During a game with Dinamo, Damjanović was at the bleachers and after the game she went to the locker rooms to personally talk with the players. Nina was in the group of five she asked to talk with. With sixteen years old she got her most important chance in the football world. When she received her jersey she couldn’t control the anxiety. Calling her family with tears of joy Nina told them the big news.
It was like a hurricane crushed her house.
Her dad went furious when he saw a picture of his little girl with a dirty jersey and legs full of bruises after a game. He complained in every posible way that football will disturb her school perfomance, that she could get hurt and that football was not a sport for girls. Ivan and her mom argued that Nina was a very hardworking girl in school, who will take care to avoid injuries. And above all, that there was no ‘girl things’ and ‘boy things’. Nina could play women’s football without ceasing to be a girl because of it.
Until she decided to become a professional player things were out of control, her dad never came to Zagreb to watch her playing. When she finished school and refused to attend college to focus on football she expected her dad to freak out. But surprisingly he did not.
And it was even worse because he seemed to not care at all. Like giving up on her. He always loved football and she knew that if was Ivan on her shoes her dad will probably support his boy until his last breath.
Laying on her bed, looking at the roof she remembered Doris’ advice when they were running at the park the day before. She must be strong. Niko Kovac could be really helpful to them. After all the bitterness and unfair procedures he was their best chance to improve. She mustn’t lose that chance just because she couldn’t stand his behavior.
Be strong. She need to be strong and swallow her pride. Kovac would not make her give up so easy.
- I don’t think they’re that bad.
- I mean… I never saw female football before. And now I’m feeling ashamed to face this. It’s not because they’re girls that they can’t play.
- Looks like Davor abducted you. - Niko mumbled, drinking his wine.
- They have a lot to learn, but they’re not bad at all. I never thought you’re that sexist. - Robert smiled, baking their dinner.
- I’m not. I don’t have anything against women. I just don’t think football is their place.
- Why not? There’s already a World Cup for them.
- It’s too harsh to play. Women are delicate, fragile. Football is anything but feminine. These girls are ruining their lives with this fantasy.
- So why do you agree to coach them?
- The role with the boys, Robert. - he sighed - It’s Davor’s challenge.
- He’s almost blackmailing you. You don’t look like the type of guy who let someone do this to you.
- I know. But I need this role with the male NT. If coach this girls is the only way to achieve it… Then I’ll do it.
- And how are you going to do it if you don’t believe on them? How can you make them successful if you think they’re bad?
- Are you falling for them? - he giggled - I’ll put them on line. Like I’m doing now. It’s a question of training.
- They’re not dogs, Niko.
- Stop complaining about them. I’m your brother. I’m suffering wasting my time with these kids.
- Give them a chance. Take it easy. - Robert was smiling, handing a plate of pasta to Niko - Or you’ll freak out.
- I know. - he muttered, drinking again. When he saw Robert walking to the living room Niko frowned - Where are you going?
- I like to eat watching TV.
- Don’t eat on the white sofa.
- I thought that.. You know… Without her here you will…
- Just don’t, Robert.
Robert observed his older brother, playing with the fork while looking randomly at the food. He sighed worried.
(I think my chapters are too short… Uh… What do you think? Oh, send me songs, please. I’m really trying to make a soundtrack to this story. And tell me what do you guys think of Niko and Nina. Pleaseeee. Love you all <3)
Imam male sestre blizankinje stare tek nekih 9 godina. Od rođenja, Asja i Lamija su uvijek bile skupa, nikada ih niko nije rastavljao ni na dan i nikada nije postojala “samo Asja” ili “samo Lamija” nego su baš uvijek bile u paru; Asja i Lamija. Međutim, prošle sedmice se Lamija razboljela i roditelji su je momentalno odveli u bolnicu gdje je Lamija morala ostati na operaciji i naravno ‘na ležanju’. Eh, tuga nastupa onda kada smo shvatili koliko je Asjici to teško palo, jer ona je bez Lamije kao nebo bez zvijezda. Kada su je roditelji odveli u posjetu, medicinske sestre joj nisu dozvolile da uđe da vidi sestru, što je rezultovalo plačem s obje strane tog 'bolničkog zida’. Lamijine suze s jedne strane, a Asjine s druge. I dok se svim prisutnim srce kidalo zbog Asjinih uplakanih povika: “Lamija, ja ću ti raditi zadaće sve, hoću Boga mi i svaki kontrolni ću uraditi tebi bolje nego sebi, hajde samo ne foliraj se više, izlazi, ne mogu više bez tebe… ” - medicinske sestre su hladnokrvno ponovo rekle “ne” i zamolile oca da izvede Asju vani. Od tada, a evo ima već 5 dana, Asjica samo sjedi kod prozora i tiho jeca uz tu i tamo pokoju suzu. Ne dozvoljava nikome da joj priđe, niti da joj se obrati, samo onda kada se roditelji vrate iz posjete Lamiji, upita : “Kada će i ona doći? Šta su joj rekli?” i nakon što sasluša sve to, vrati se kod prozora i nastavi tako sama tugovati…
Blizanci su čisti fenomeni, svakog dana se u to uvjeravam, ali ja ovom prilikom samo želim poručiti kompletnom Kliničkom centru Univerziteta u Sarajevu da ih treba biti stid kakve zaposlenike imaju. Bog je svjedok da tih 5 minuta, koliko je Asja tražila da vidi sestru, nikome ne bi naštetilo, ali mora se poštivati protokol. (koji se nekako zaboravlja kada je u pitanju korištenje mobitela od strane sestara u blizini infuzije i svih aparata)
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