It's been two weeks already since I came to Cairo. Another long staying in a capital city.
Well, but I had an excuse this time. My wife came to visit me from Germany. How nice!
... I thought.
"I'm going to move to Japan in two weeks. I've rented a house already. Cats are coming with me. Everything is ready now. If you want, you can come and visit me later. You are always welcome."
"What....?" I couldn't continue a word. It was a total surprise.
What about the happy ending of my trip? I'm going to meet you in Germany...
She went to Japan while I was in Sudan, found a house (which is not so easy in Japan becasue of the cats) and arranged other things, just in a week. My sisters helped her. It was only me who didn't know anything.
You were in Japan while I was suffering in Sudan? My sisters knew? And... and...
Well, actually, there was nothing I could complain. Nothing I should. I'm doing what I like. Why not her? She wanted to move much before, was waiting only for me. It was me who'd been lazy and late. She just went ahead for a practical future.
She's been helping me a lot. She came to Cairo with many things which needed to be replaced.
I tried to be calm and reasonable, and appreciated her decision and ability that she'd done everything so quickly.
Yes, that must be the way. Everything should be OK.
But...
There was something I didn't like.
What did she mean by "visit"? 
toughbitchwoman
