My old friend

My old friend gave me a call. She has worked in our home town. She asked me "Will you comehome? Let's go to have a meal." I was happy to hear it, but my answer was no. I have to work every day while Golden Week. I have no time to back to Fukuoka. I wanted to see her, too. We promised to see next holiday. This call made me hapy. I thought that I would work hard.