Sammy's POV
Once we are inside, I realized that what we saw earlier isn’t the worst. It is even worst here inside their house if we even consider this one. I mean, it is not conducive enough to live to.
I have prior knowledge of what squatter area is based on what I’ve watched and searched but it is different when you see it with your two naked eyes. I feel like I can’t stay here for two weeks. It’s suffocating me.
"I’m sorry, we only have this space to consider as our house. It is also not that clean.” The girl said out of shame.
"No, it’s okay.” Allen quickly replied.
Well, we really don’t have a choice, right?
"Take a seat.”
Allen and I looked at each other for the nth time today when the girl said it. Where are we going to seat? They don’t have a chair or stool to sit on. Aside from that, there’s a toddler sleeping peacefully on the floor so where do we seat on the ground if ever?
"Let’s start?" I asked my partner.
We have to finish this as soon as we can.
