Nobody moved as uncle shot his gun, and the bullet hit aunty in the stomach. They brought drama onto themselves, now they must pay the price for it. Uncle went on a rant, spit flying out of his mouth, neck veins popped out, his face turning a shade of purple. He seemed to have many years to pent up anger to his wife. Some of the words were very creative and filed in my brain for later.
After he let everything out on what he had to say, he dropped to his knees telling the guards to take his wife and son away. He had a defeated look to him. He looked like a broken man.
‘’Ruslan, I know we are not allowed to divorce or kill our spouse. But I beg you today, either let her and my son be killed, or let me divorce her.’’ Uncle asked, hardening his eyes.
‘’Uncle I thought you loved aunty and
