Don't worry about me.
LUNGA, WHERE ARE YOU?
No, not yet.
I thought I should touch base with you.
Now I'm stuck gardening, grounded, 'cause my mom's angry with me.
You know what kind of person Puleng is.
Think he'll do it? I mean, They are his parents, after all.
I-- I don't know.
You're working on my nerves. Your parents are criminals.
How come, Fikile, how come?
I will go talk to Matla.
Even if there's a little truth to what you say…
But, Fikile, what were you thinking, my child?
Regardless of what you've done…
What's up with you and Thandeka?
It's nothing.
My child…
Or do you want us to go together?
You'll be late.
Go on, right now.
You're meeting them where?
All right, my child, I'll see what my team can come up with.
-Okay. -Is that all?
How will I get that amount of money at such short notice?
Yo, I am proud of you, my child.
Go well.
Karabo, how did you know that I work here?
Tell me the truth. What are we doing here?
I just want to spend time with you.
-I can leave if you are busy. -No, no, no.
Forgive me, Karabo. Something came up.
But don't leave, buy yourself some coffee or dessert.