chapter two

Maria Jose kept pacing around, as she recalls the words of the old lady, that's when her eyes fell on Andre's who stood there glaring at her.

"90 days, what about my family and my job" Maria Jose kept altering the same words, as she thought of a way.

"Oh, look at the time, so I believe it's time for me to leave" Andre's pinned a smile on his face, as he stylishly walks away.

"Where will I go from here" she altered to herself, as she drops to the floor.

Andre's saw how desaturated she was, so he decides to come to her rescue.

"You can stay with my family and me if you want" he altered back as he pulls her up from the ground.

Maria Jose saw that there was no other option but to accept his help, a man she just met.

They both strolled over to his house, and she's about to meet her saviors family.

"Rocky" a little girl screamed his name from afar, as she runs to me him.

"Raya" he called her out, thus they both walked in with Maria Jose behind.

"Good evening Mom, Good evening dad" he greeted his parents when their eyes met with the strange lady behind their son.

"Who are you" Andre's dad " Mr. Richard raised a question, but before she could alter another word, Andre's requested to speak with his father in private.

They both walked off, hence Raya and Mrs. Idris glanced at her, in their heads they asked what kind of a funny-looking lady is this? due to the way she was dressed.

Hours later, he and his dad, both came out of his room, as Mr. Richard approached her with a stern look.

"Nice to me you" Maria Jose altered as she pulled down her gaze away from him, hence he replied back to her.

"My son will tell you where to lay down your head" he altred with a deep voice, as he walks back into the room

Andre's brought her to the room, thus she glanced at it and how dusty it was

"It's so dusty" she altered as she coughs due to it.

"Well, you just gave to manage with what's given to you" he replied back to her, as he walks closing the door behind.

Maria Jose has no other choice but to manage and make do with what she has, as they say, beggars cannot be choosers