17– You do the same thing

Gamu sat with her knees bent, head in her hands and her elbows resting on her knees.

We were before the river.

“Rena, why?” She asked me regretfully.

I was sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees. I was still crying and shivering, I couldn’t get Sona out of my head: just when we had turned to leave I had heard the chief’s command loud and clear. And I heard the sickening slicing sound. And then I heard the villagers gasp in horror.

“Rena you don’t know how much trouble you got yourself into with the chief and Furah.”

“Gamu, forget about me.” I told her. “Didn’t you see what they did to Sona? Didn’t you see how his mother was crying? How could they be so heartless?”

“Do you know how much Rena meant to the chief and Furah? Do you know how long it took them to get that first and only child? You shouldn’t have mentioned her to them.”

“I could ask you the same about Sona’s mother. Why are you sounding as if Sona’s life didn’t matter. “

“You don’t know a thing about Sona or his mother.