Mission 20

"We are going to the Philippines." That is how Johann greeted me good morning. He and the kids are already packing their things while I'm still shocked and don't know what to do.

Did they know but didn't even tell me?

"Why you didn't tell me?!" I angrily ask him while packing my things. I didn't take a bath yet. "You are always busy walking out when I'm about to tell you about it. You are a queen of walking out," he sarcastically answered, fixing his hair.

"Oh gosh," I muttered. I need to hurry because these people don't care to tell me. And when did I approve that we will tag along? We can just stay here.

"The kids want to go, don't ever think of staying here." I rolled my eyes. How can he say that he can read what's on my mind?

Fine, there is nothing I can do with it, right?

We make sure that we didn't leave anything important and make sure that we lock all the doors and windows. We arrive at the airport at exactly 9 o'clock, an hour before our flight.