Dating -Part1

Putri pulled the blanket up to her ear, but the sound of knocking on her bedroom door was getting louder and clear.

"Uhmm..," Muttered Putri, she still in her blanket. There was a knock on his bedroom door again.

"Yes, who?" Asked Putri, who was still struggling in her blanket. "Miss. Putri? This is me, Lastri," said Lastri. Slowly she opened the door to Putri's bedroom.

"I'm sorry in advance. But, Mr. Irfan is waiting for you," Said Lastri was standing beside the bed. 

"Who? Irfan? Am I still dreaming? Why is that jerk waiting for me?" Putri said weakly and began to pull the blanket a little. Her eyes glanced at the clock, which still showed 7 in the morning.

"Ohh... I don't want to do anything, Lastri! You know it's Sunday. It's okay to wake up late until afternoon," Putri pulled the blanket back deeper.

"But Mr. Irfan has been waiting downstairs since 6 am," Lastri said.