"Yes you have been patient enough but–
Frowning deeper and deeper, "I need my money now and stop beating around the corner, okay I get it, you want to be thrown out like a goat, right? Sara shouted.
Tears fell down her eyes, vigorously nodding her head, Ingrid knelt down before her, rubbing her hands together for mercy. "Please Sara..I beg you with everything I have, please don–"
Letting out a mockery chuckle, "With everything you have?" Pointing at Ingrid, "you? Do you have any property? Or should I say the one couch, three dinning chairs, two plastic chairs, no TVs and few clothes that you call everything that you have?"
Without waiting for her reply, Sara let out a mockery laugh and placed her hands on her hips, "you know what Ingrid, you're such a funny clown, so funny."
Narrowing her eyes, " now you listen to me Mrs debtor, if you can't afford to pay up your rent then why are you still here? What are you still doing in my house? Why did you get yourself a hut or tiny cottage to save your head?
Still in tears, "Sara please understand my condition and situation, I lost my job two months ago and it's not easy to get a job in this type of economy", Ingrid explained.
Flinging her hair with her nails, "Duh uh, do I care? Why are you telling me all these fairy tale moonlight?"
Vigorously pointing at her, "you better listen to me Ingrid, am giving you now till tomorrow evening to pack up your leftover stuff and evacuate my premises because I've waited enough for a year now. Sara shouted.
Sobbing deeper, Ingrid rubbed her hands harder, "I beg you Sara please don't thrown me out like this, please, think of me as your sister for instance, it–
Poking five fingers at her, gesturing her to stop, "Hey, don't even try to act St because am not going to abide to those trash."
"Secondly I can never have you as a sister not even in the world beyond because in my family nobody is poor let alone–" running her eyes up and down simultaneously at Ingrid, "Middle class like you", rolling her eyes, Sara hissed.
Ingrid fell on her feet, sobbing and begging for mercy, "please don't throw me out, I have no money to rent another apartment, I will try to pay–
"Tell that to the birds in the air", placing her hand on her chest, she added, "you see me, am not going to fall for your crocodile tears let alone your 'talented begging skills'. If I come back tomorrow evening and still meet you here, then I will ask my body guards to fling you out like a trash bag, broker"
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After Sara walked away, Ingrid cried even more than when Sara was still present. She cried herself out bitterly, she don't know where to start from, her daughter just moved out in search of a bigger job in Los Angeles California, probably or maybe she haven't gotten a job yet.
All those thoughts started bothering Ingrid, she would have called her daughter right now to explain the whole scenerio to her but it's going to look awkward.