One would think that I'm a ghost with the way you're looking at me, KB.
When did you arrive?
Earlier, but I had to stop somewhere.
So you can imagine, it's been a long day.
How did they even find you guys?
You were in police custody.
Look, these are very powerful people, so I guess they were able
to bypass some things and track us down.
Someone on the inside tipped them off.
Yeah.
My thoughts exactly.
Thanks.
Did your mom say something about my mom?
I'm sorry, Fiks.
So all this time, during counselling, she just sat there listening to me
go on and on, and the whole time, knew I was kidnapped?
She's trying to make it right, Fiks.
I am too.
I tried to call you. Every time I called, I-- I just didn't know what to say.
That was you?
I thought it was my mom.
I gotta go. They're probably still looking for me.
Where are you even going?
I don't know.
I have to try and save my family.
Just be careful, please. Okay?
I love you.
-So the police questioned you and…? -And I'm sitting right here with you.
Thank you.
Not in a police cell.
That should tell you something.
So you have no hand in Nwabisa's kidnapping?
Also, what about the letter you wrote to Dad years ago?
Talking about, "The things we do have their own perils."
What were you guys up to?
Sounds like you already decided
that we've done something wrong.
-Well, have you, Ma? -I'm not a kidnapper.
I'm your mother.
How was the Thursday?
First Thursdays, Dad.
Oh. Oh…
Bhelekazi, uh,
your mother is officially a prime suspect in her own disappearance.
Who told you this?
The police were here while you were out.
Apparently, new evidence has been found against her.
What evidence?
I don't know. It's all confusing.
They'll come back to talk to us.
-Hey.
-Good morning, Christopher. -I love it when you call me Christopher.
How's, uh-- How's Spain treating you?
Oh, I wish you could see it.
I actually could.
There's my birthday coming up, after all.
So, what are your plans?
Right now, I'm trying to figure out what kind of underwear you wear in Spain.
Chris.
Come on.
Unless you're not.
Hey, look, we haven't had actual sex,
so, we're not about to have phone sex right now.
Anyway, what are your plans for your birthday?
Turning 18 in grade 11, it's not exactly something to celebrate.
Well, I'm excited about what I'm planning on getting you.
You'll really be surprised.
Naughty or nice?
Chris!
Wade, can I please talk to you?
The kiss meant nothing.
Then why kiss KB? It's okay if he's who you want to be with, Puleng.
Wade, you're my partner in crime.
My person.
It was a stupid and horrible mistake.
But I don't want to lie to you or hide things from you anymore.
Because I wanna be with you.
We've been through so much together, and I don't believe that was for nothing.
Um…
I'm…
Um, I'm sorry for walking out on you the other day.
But I'm done, Puleng, with this whole back-and-forth.
I don't want you to go anywhere too.
I'd like for us to be boyfriend and girlfriend properly, if--
if you'd like.
Can we talk?
Um…
Now's not a good time.
My mom's in town.
I'll save you a spot.
Okay, thank you.
Yeah.
Police questioned her and they found nothing.
She's in the clear.
So, please, just stop it.
Let's go.
Hey, Leigh fam. Welcome back to another episode
of the Tears of the Rich and Famous of Park-Hurt High.
Exhibit A, Fikile Bhele going through an identity crisis.
Your dad is tough, Fiks. It'll be okay.
And your mom being the suspect is exactly what it is, a suspicion.
Fiks.
Hey, um, I actually need to talk to you about something.
-Yeah, me too. -Let's talk at break, yeah?
Okay, cool.
Have you guys met Puleng's cousin Lunga?
-Yeah. Why?
Oh, I just never thought I'd see the day
someone related to Puleng was actually cool.
Definitely naughty.
Chris, grade 11's are on the other side.
Fuck you.
Good morning, boys and girls. What I love about Parkhurst High…
is that it's not just an institution for academia.
It's an environment that provides the opportunity
for us to build, renew, and transform society,
starting right here in this hall.
Which is why it is with great disappointment
that I have to address an incident that happened
at the grade eight orientation camp.
Bruce Kwan has something he would like to say.
During the grade eight orientation mentorship camp at school,
I bullied and taunted some grade eight students.
I've since had a lot of time to think about my behavior
and how much I regret my actions towards my juniors,
especially one junior in particular.
To this end, I, Bruce Kwan,
promise to be a better senior and mentor moving forward.
Thank you.
Thank you, Bruce. I would like to make it very clear
that any initiation activities of any kind
are banned from here on out.
You will be summarily expelled should you be found guilty.
Tahira.
Thank you.
-Good morning, everyone. I'd like to-- -Snitch!
Snitch!
-Yes, she is! -Snitch!
Snitch! Snitch! Snitch! Snitch! Snitch! Snitch!
-Snitch.
So, Tahira, what are your thoughts of peep's reactions
to how you handled the Siya and Bruce situation?
-Mm, we all know what silence means.
It's not all macarons and diamonds at the top.
Ciao for now.
This is a good space. I like it.
And it's the perfect backdrop for an online journal.
It'll require money
from the magazine's already very tight budget, okay? And…
What the hell?
"Snitches get stitches."
I mean, do you think this is connected
to the grade eight orientation camp debacle?
-Tahira-- -Just leave me alone, please.
The plot thickens.
Welcome to the teen rollercoaster.
Maybe you're experiencing everything in extremes.
You may start to have questions about sex.
You may find yourself thinking about sex, a lot.
At this age, anything can cause a sexual reaction.
Being sexually intimate,
that is, having any kind of sex with another person,
is a very special and unique experience.
Have you talked with each other about what you are willing
and not willing to do sexually?
-So you've never done it, ever? -Nope.
Not ever, ever, not even alone in your room?
Nope. I've never done it with anyone, nor alone.
I just don't like to… dance.
And when in doubt, abstain.
Okay, class, what stood out?
Ma'am, I, uh-- I-- I think what stood out for me
-was the look on Wade's face right now.
Perhaps, ma'am, you can teach him a bit more about sex.
-Because I don't think he's had any.
Uh, quiet, Chris, some of us are attending this class for the first time.
Okay, settle down. I need you to write
the most important message you took from this.
I didn't take you for a soccer fan.
Yeah, I just-- I feel like I need to keep an eye on Siya these days.
Bruce is such a douche for what he did to your brother.
Well, he's your brother too.
True.
Ay, lift up those knees, guys. Lift it up.
Here we go.
Speaking of brothers, I guess Lunga is my cousin too?
Yep.
-Okay. -Big family.
-Did you speak to Wade?
Yeah, I did.
-We sorted things out. -Mm.
And you? Did you speak to your birth dad?
Nope.
I'm sorry, Fiks.
About your birth dad,
your mom disappearing.
I just need to find proof that she was taken, you know?
-What if we just let this one go? -No.
I mean, wherever your mom is, I'm sure she'll figure it out.
No. I spoke to Sam and--
-You spoke to Sam?
-How is he? Is he okay? -No!
They've been in witness protection this whole time
because his mom was somehow involved,
and his witness protection location was leaked somehow.
And the only people that have access to that information are the police.
The same police that claim my mom kidnapped herself.
-Hectic. -Mm-hmm.
And now suddenly KB's mom is back in town.
KB said they didn't find anything on his mom.
And you believe that?
-No, but-- -But you believe my mom kidnapped herself?
I didn't say that.
Puleng, my mom is in trouble.
Same way your dad was.
I need you to help me find her.
Please.
-Hey! -Listen, shut the fuck up.
And get away, okay?
So you went behind my back?
You're not the only one with Lex on speed dial.
And since when do you care?
Since I'm not keen on paying for your bullshit when you get caught, Pauline.
Okay, well, I own my shit.
So back off.
I swear, it's so exhausting having to take care of my mom,
go to school, and owe someone money.
Reece, if you need money, I can help.
I know. I need to fix this on my own, okay?
And I don't want to be your charity case.
But I love you for offering.
You're still doing this?
I just had to sit through that mind-numbing, two-hour sex ed video.
-Again. -That video is the worst.
It's hell, I promise you.
This is hell.
Actually, hell's watching everyone around you disappear.
Yo.
-What's with the sad faces? -Bitching about our lives.
Oh, shit, dude, don't even get me started.
Like, everything's so fucking weird at home right now
ever since my mom just showed up unannounced.
That's it. I see you bitches are gonna make me
celebrate my birthday even though I don't want to.
-Bitch, we can do with a party. -Yeah.
Yeah, actually.
And by the way, Lunga,
Chris is planning a party on a super fancy yacht this weekend.
-Oh? -You should come.
Well, say less. You ain't got to tell me twice.
One Rusty Nail.
I said I'll meet you after work.
And miss seeing you mix my drink?
Mm-mmm.
So, you just gave Pauline your number.
Mmm. Jealous?
She can't be dealing in school, Lex.
I have to make the money you lost back somehow.
I mean, I'm the one who has to face the big bosses.
And they're not as nice as me.
I'll pay you back, okay?
But you'll have to pull out from Parkhurst.
How about this?
Until you pay back fully,
Pauline stays, yeah?
See, there's my old… theme.
Snapples.
So do we get discount on our orders since you work here now? Or is…
What you ordering?
Um, we'll have the burgers, please.
So Fiks is not coming.
Apparently, the police are at her place.
They think her mom kidnapped herself.
Fikile needs our help, Lunga.
How about maybe letting the police do their job? Hey?
And besides, don't you have an assignment that is due tomorrow?
Oh, we do have an assignment due tomorrow!
Listen, we'd love to let the police take over this,
but we're not sure they have the right intentions.
What does that mean?
Fikile thinks they're choosing to turn a blind eye.
I hate to say this, but we have to go from the beginning.
I'll ask my dad to help.
See what he did with the payment for Phume.
Whoa. Ubaba Julius took a payment for Phume?
Or Fikile can ask her dad. I mean, they are close to the Molapos.
Yeah.
Yeah, so no one is hearing anything I'm saying.
-Oh! Oh. Oh.
Oh.
-Uh…
Oh! Okay. I'll switch it off. Okay.
Sorry, guys. I know I drive like an old lady.
Hey, no lies detected.
It's okay, Wade.
Hey!
Hey, you dog!
You want me to leave so you can feel up my cousin, hmm?
Lunga!
Bye, Lunga.
Hi.
-Oh.
Sorry, sorry. Seatbelt.
-There we go.
-Oh! -Oh.
Oh, I-I-I'm-- I'm sorry. I didn't-- I didn't mean to touch you.
It's-- It's okay.
Okay.
Good night.
Toodles.
-Okay.
She's your baby girl.
Oh! Whoa, whoa!
Take your time, Wade.
Whoa. Whoa!
Sandwich?
I'm not hungry.
I insist, Karabo. You're a growing boy.
Cheese and ham's still your favorite, right?
So, how's school?
It's cool.
-Dating anyone? -What're you doing?
I…
I'm trying to get to know my son.
Well, I don't mean to be rude, but it's making me uneasy.
Do you know where Fikile's mom is?
I know you have a lot of money.
And I know what a lot of money can do.
I don't know… where Nwabisa is, Karabo.
I really don't.
And I wish I did.
So I could help.
You got back in very fast last night.
That tells me that Wady boy is a bit of a one-minuter, mm?
Ew!
He's not a-- He's not a one-minuter.
We didn't do anything.
We're kind of waiting.
Look at you and your values.
Mm, not really.
I think…
I think Wade is a virgin.
It's just the other day in class,
Chris was making fun of Wade for being a virgin, and…
he just sat there.
And I caught him…
I caught him staring at my legs.
I knew I shouldn't have told you anything.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
But are you trying to… give him all of that, though?
Isn't that what people in relationships are supposed to do?
The thing is, with Wade and I, we're actually friends.
I don't know, Lunga, I just don't want to rush him, you know?
If I see a new game,
I know instantly if I'm gonna play it or not.
If you're still um'ing and ah'ing about this…
Maybe deep down, you just don't want to.
I hope the incident at the mentorship camp hasn't repeated itself.
Oh, I, uh-- I asked your father to come.
Hi, guys.
I really think you can benefit from a male perspective on this.
No, Ma.
You're making a big deal out of it. The guy apologized,
and it's over.
Listen, my son…
As boys, sometimes we play things down
because we want to appear tough,
but bullying is a-- a big deal.
And we want to make sure that, you know, you're really okay.
Since when do you care, Baba?
I mean, you don't even live here.
I need to get ready for school.
Is the Underground Pub sponsoring the magazine society?
Well, Wade is going to speak to the manager.
And I guess it's only fair,
seeing that half of its customers are from Parkhurst, so…
-Ta-quila!
-What the hell am I gonna do?
Fight.
-'Cause they'll keep coming for you.
KB.
Can we talk?
-Is everything okay? -No.
The police came and raided my house,
and they believe that my mom faked her disappearance.
-Did she? -Of course not!
We, uh… …believe that she was kidnapped.
By your mom.
The police questioned my mom and found nothing.
The police also don't know how Sam's witness protection cover was blown.
What are you saying?
Having a top-notch lawyer like Matla helps.
Don't stand there and act like your mom is a saint.
She lied to your dad about you.
She was ready to take you out to keep her secret.
So why is it so far-fetched that she'd fake her disappearance?
What?
What did you do to Nwabisa?
-Lisbeth? -Nwabisa is dead, Matla.
That's the difference between you and I.
I'll do whatever it takes to protect this family.
Thank you so much for coming on board as a sponsor.
Absolutely. Lunga, help this man with whatever he needs.
Thank you.
Lunga.
Lunga!
Dude, what is wrong with you?
Look, I wasn't trying to feel Puleng up the other night, in the car.
-You said I was trying to feel Puleng-- -Whoa, I know.
And you being a virgin and all.
And you know what? From that reaction, I know she was right.
You, you're still a soldier in the armed struggle, huh?
-A what?
A premium member of Pornhub.
Oh, wait, wait. Could be an OnlyFans type guy.
But, mmm, no, too broke for OnlyFans.
OnlyFans, what's that? A-- A strip club?
Shoot. Okay.
-Uh, what else did she say? -Bro, wait.
Stop being weird, all right? Still my cousin we're talking about.
I'm-- I'm sorry. It's just…
You don't know what it's like to have KB as your predecessor.
He's probably never been a soldier in the Pornhub struggle.
Is that what the problem is?
Wade, trust me, everyone has been a soldier in the Pornhub struggle.
All right?
Everyone.
Okay, look, this is too weird now.
Don't gross me out, bro.
Relax, man.
What was Mrs. Molapo like back in the day?
Why?
I'm not getting up to any mischief. It's just Fikile has questions, and…
I want to give her answers.
Mmm.
Well, the only thing I remember is that
the man who delivered the check was Bekker, Frank Bekker.
Frank Bekker.
Lisbeth was Mom's close friend, right?
Best friend.
They met at university.
We all did.
We were inseparable.
It was only after Lisbeth joined Point of Grace
that we started seeing less of her.
Your mother missed her a lot.
I didn't think too much of it because…
before you were born, our marriage was falling apart.
The stress of trying to conceive took its toll.
I decided to go away for a bit.
When your mother got pregnant,
I was beside myself with anger.
I couldn't accept the idea that Phume could be someone else's.
It felt like giving up the child was the only option.
A few months later, your mom asked me back.
And when I came back, there you were.
My sweet little girl.
I was so happy, Fikile. I was so happy.
I didn't ask questions.
I figured it's possible she fell pregnant
before I left.
If I'd made better decisions,
you wouldn't have grown up without your sister.
Or risked your life trying to find her.
I failed you.
And I am so sorry.
Baba…
you need to forgive yourself.
Okay?
And forgive Ma too.
Dad…
I found my biological father.
But nothing happened.
I just wanted to let you know.
No more lies.
Oh.
I've been meaning to tell you, man, Wendy and I are… dating.
We're in a… relationship.
What?
Since when?
Also isn't she in Spain?
Since the…
Since the matric dance.
-Dude, she's…
We-- We're doing long distance or something.
Damn!
Dude, Wendy's box must be fire.
You, long distance? You can barely do short.
Whatever, man.
Wendy?
-What can I say, man? She rocks my boat.
Let's go.
Mm!
This is what we're looking at for the day.
What do you think?
Holy shit, dude.
-What? -This is a lot.
Come on, man, you only turn 18 once.
Fuck it. We'll do it.
Thanks.
Hey, let's do it.
Come on, man.
You still haven't found anything more on Frank Bekker?
I wonder if he has a criminal record.
Zama, could we maybe go to your cousin?
Uh, what happened to "the police can't be trusted"?
Well, slimy Eric is no typical cop. Plus, he doesn't have to know who Frank is.
No, no! Shoo!
Rural is not life!
I need to get back to the city as soon as possible.
Hectic.
I mean, look at that.
-They grow so fast, eh? -Yeah, tell me about it.
You know Siya's made it into the under-14 soccer team?
That's my son.
Yeah.
We made a beautiful family.
Thandeka, I should-- I should never have left you again.
This is something that I'll live to regret for the rest of my life.
I think it was both our faults.
We're gonna have to find a way to work through all of this.
Thandeka, I'd like to come back home, if you'll let me.
Hey.
It's been an hour. Like, where is everyone?
Uh, KB is on his way.
-And Puleng and Lunga are coming, so…
Relax.
Fuckers.
-These rich kids know how to party. -Oh! There's Fiks! Hey!
Uh… Ma, I came here to get an adapter, you see…
I'm going to help Siya, my mentee.
My laptop is dead.
Karabo dated Siya's sister, Puleng.
He's obviously still hung up.
I'm not.
-What was that? -Looking for the adapter.
Don't give me that BS, Karabo.
I get that you're uneasy about your mother, but we are family.
And when the chips fall,
we only have each other.
Not friends.
Us.
Looks so dead here, man.
What's next on the agenda?
This is it.
I've finally hit rock bottom.
The party's a non-starter.
Well, at least the yacht's bringing it.
Anyway, since when did we need other people to make a party?
Guys, who is that?
Damn, did we invite Teazers here?
Greetings!
I'm looking for a Mr… Ackerman.
I'm Thato Ncube,
your birthday present from Wendy Dlamini.
Are you like a naughty gypsy stripper?
Not a stripper, not a gypsy.
I thought long and hard about what to get you,
something that you wouldn't think of.
A psychic! Surprise!
I know it's been a tough year,
so I thought I'd just be fun
and perhaps just give you something that will alleviate your worries.
Wishing I was there.
-A psychic! Let's do this.
No, no, no, no. I'm only here for Christian.
It's, uh… It's Christopher.
Put your hand on the notepad, Christian.
Don't move it.
I'm going to scribble on the piece of paper
and let the voices speak to me.
You come from a large family,
full of love.
But love…
is not for you, Christian.
-It'll never be.
It's Christopher, you fucking scam artist.
Now, leave.
A little respect on the craft.
-Call me. -What the fuck?
Mmm.
-No problem, boy.
You want to talk about it?
I've just been under a lot of pressure at school.
Those rich kids will never respect someone like me.
Hey.
Do you respect yourself?
You deserve to be at that school and to be head girl.
You earned it.
So, Frank now goes by Reinhard Viljoen? Is that his real name?
I don't know,
but he runs a recruitment agency in Stellenbosch.
And we're definitely applying as candidates, aren't we?
Deadline's tomorrow.
Okay. Let's do it.
-Let's go. -Let's go.
I'll text Wade.
Yo, hey.
Where you going?
-Uh, something came up. -Oh, that thing?
Let me come with you.
You know what? It's okay. Um, we'll keep you in the loop.
Yeah.
Enjoy.
-Hey, Lunga! Hey!
-Hey. -Yo.
Um, so, uh…
Thanks for the reinforcements.
After the "gift" my girlfriend sent me, I needed this.
Look, don't be too hard on her, all right?
She thinks out the box. I think it's hot.
So, how do you know so many cool people?
School, mostly. I'm doing my first year at uDubs.
Yeah, I'm majoring in gaming architecture. You, know, so it's pretty cool.
It's always a vibe when you're surrounded by so many creative people.
Thank you.
To, uh, creative people.
-Okay, so we're gonna do this? -Yep.
Look at all these fuckin' people.
I bet they would have paid a crazy fee to be at a party like this, huh?
Yep.
There we go. To getting lit.
To getting lit.
Salud.
Yeah, that should be…
-Okay.
-Boom. There we go. -Cool.
Puleng?
Coming.
I feel ridiculous.
Yeah…
-Yeah? Not too much? -Yes.
-No. -Thanks for letting me borrow it.
Yeah.
I'm ready.
-Um… -Ready?
Oh! Ready.
Hi, I am Sharon Vezi, and I want to become a model.
Okay.
-Wade, can I-- -Oh! Ooh! Oh!
-Oh. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
Wade…
-There's nothing to be embarrassed about. -Stop, Mummy.
You're a teenager. It's only normal to have sex on the brain.
And I want you to know that you can speak to me or your dad about anything.
Okay?
Mmm.
Mummy?
Can, um…
C-Can-- Can sex change a friendship?
Well…
Just because it's popular to do it and get it out of the way,
doesn't mean it's right for everyone.
You decide when the time is right. Okay?
Even after our impartial principal
made Bruce Kwan publicly apologize
to the unfortunate grade eight student he bullied,
it would seem we haven't learned a thing.
The other day, I had a needle and a roll of thread put in my bag
with a threatening note.
How are we, as students, to freely learn like this?
Let us not forget Side Chick Chronicles,
whose full-time job is making students' lives miserable.
Our principal says bullying must not be tolerated,
yet SCC still operates.
Enough is enough.
We need to put these people in the hot seat.
We cannot do it alone.
Which is why I am writing this article.
-A plea, if you will, to Parkhurst High.
Let's not continue to stand aside in silence
as students continue to fall victim to fear and torment.
Let's fight together.
Cuz…
What?
What were you thinking?
As head girl and on a school night…
Ma'am, it was last year,
and I wasn't even in school uniform. I honestly thought that--
I was told this outing was a gathering of the matric dance committee.
You were all representing the school.
Sorry, ma'am.
No, I'm sorry, Tahira.
My hands are tied.
I've had numerous complaints from parents.
Several calls from the board.
While I have managed to save your scholarship,
I'm afraid…
I have no choice but to terminate your duties as head girl.
Effective immediately.
I'm so sorry.
Fiks, just think of this interview as one of your influencer gigs.
Hey, I-- I should go with you too.
-No. -Ah, Puleng--
You and Wade stay here, keep a lookout. I'll go with you.
-Guys, I don't think I can do this. -Yes, you can.
Look, they don't know your real name, and I'll be there with you.
-I'll be there with you, okay? -Okay.
-Mm.
-You've got this. -Yeah.
Like I said, you can support your friend while you wait, Miss Vezi.
Lerato, you can go in.
You got this. Okay?
Yeah.
Hi. I'm Amber Le Roux. I have an interview at 1:00 p.m.
-All right, you can have a seat. -Thanks.
-Hi. -Hi.
Why would you want to start working while you're still studying?
Uh, I figured school's not going to teach me
everything I need to know about life.
Well, here at Horizon,
we're all about giving our candidates the full-rounded experience.
And this is a legit agency, right?
Of course.
It's just I have this friend who once went to an interview
and almost got kidnapped.
You don't have anything to worry about.
I-- I just need to know if I'm in good hands, you know?
Like, who owns this agency?
I read about a… Lisbeth Molapo.
That will be all for today. Thank you for coming.
We'll be in touch.
Okay.
We have a problem here.
We go to that shop, I said you only have a fiver. I'm like I also have ten cents.
I'm now gonna make, like, 20 cents plus 10 cents.
Eighty cents! Not even enough to do anything--
Thank God.
Okay, and?
Are we crazy thinking we can do this?
We don't have a choice.
Oh, and then Puleng's cousin invited a bunch of amazing people.
Got proper crazy.
Well, I'm glad you had a great time.
I did.
Oh, and thanks for the gift.
You didn't like it, did you?
I should have gone with sneakers.
Yeah, she turned out to be a scam artist.
But… you thought outside the box and that's hot.
That's really hot.
Ah, you're so sweet.
You're so sweet.
-Christopher…
Our son downplayed what happened to him because he was scared.
Mr. Khumalo, I have reiterated to the students
that the school has a zero-tolerance policy
on initiation practices and bullying.
Bullying is shaming my son in front of the whole school.
Please! Your son should have been suspended.
-That's right. -Parents, please.
Why was my daughter Tahira stripped of her head girl duties?
A video of her drunk on a school night was doing the rounds.
-And she was the only one drinking? -Well, she was the only one in the video.
-Come on, that is not fair. -This is absolut--
-You need to discipline your son.
-…of the school and that is why I--
Makhu, where are you? Your mom's staying for Siya's match.
So I'll take you home.
Puleng.
Hi, I'm Karabo's mother, Lisbeth Molapo.
-Ma? What are you doing here? -Hey.
Oh, I heard there was a parent-teacher conference.
Then I saw Puleng.
The Puleng, right? You must come for dinner sometime.
Makhu, let's go.
Oh, Puleng…
drive safely.
Let's go.
Oh, your mom loves this song.
It's "You'll be loved by me," Dad.
Yes.
That's the right one.