Uncle's son's aura was getting intense. The room was heating up. An unknown phenomenon.
'So you say. Not a sentence, let alone a word has been spoken here.' He smiled, his forehead was getting wrinkles, eyebrows compressing. I don't like it. Here. It feels as if a bomb will go out. His presence was making a change in our hearts.
'We do speak.' I say.
He looked shocked even if he was smiling. 'Good to know.' His expression changed. His face became calm.
He stood up. Walked toward me and patted my head. 'We'll have a lot to speak about. Soon. Very soon.' He didn't smile.
Mother was still trembling. She was gripping the tray roughly. It might break.
Uncle's son walked to the door and turned around. He gestured to Mother to come. She went, lowering her head. Like a dog, I thought. He whispered to her something in her ear. I read it from his lips, "You raised her well enough. Things would've changed if she hadn't spoken."
Why is he threatening his sister? He waved goodbye to me. I nod. I don't want to cause trouble. She is my cousin. A person I loved more than my own parents.