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I'm sorry...

Gert!

Hey! Retief!

What are you doing?

Nina!

Why are you busy packing up?

No one said...

Michelle! Why are you busy...

This is my perfect day.

I organized a wedding and I

am going to have a wedding.

Take these plates!

Nina, you're making a fool of yourself!

Let's take you home, please.

I'm not going anywhere

until you've found him.

Aunt, Uncle, perhaps you should go

and help with the search.

I'll keep an eye on her and then

I'll bring her home later.

Gert? Yes, we're leaving now.

I think I should stay.

Oh, Nina. Put those things down!

Whatever's open, please bring it.

If he could only hear my voice...

I'm sure there's a very good

reason for...

Where's the music?

Nina. Forget about the music, please.

The background music we organized!

Everything has to be perfect

I asked for atmosphere!

Nina! Stop!

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm never going to know

what it feels like to have a big day.

Nina...

Thank you.

Play it. Louder.

Intro...

Introduce us...

Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome...

With enthusiasm!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Please welcome Mr...

Sorry... Mrs Retief!

I'd like to end with a toast to...

love...

Yes, cheers, yes.

Weddings...

and fairy tales with unhappy endings.

Hear, hear!

It's our honeymoon.

I think we should go.

Seriously... I think...

We buy you a ticket and we go.

That's a crap idea.

It's a brilliant idea!

Ladies and Gentlemen,

welcome to Mauritius,

the island of love.

Cabin crew prepare for landing.

Typical! We're on holiday

for seven days

and you pack as if we're

never going home again.

You're grumbling again, Ben.

You said you'd try.

Please can you put us on that list?

I need to be on the next flight back.

Yes, you can reach us at the hotel.

You were right, this was a bad idea.

You mean a crap idea.

Welcome to Sun Resorts,

Long Beach Hotel.

My name is Sylvan.

Mr and Mrs Botha!

Thank you.

Hey! Don't you even...

Welcome to our island of love.

May the flame of passion between you

burn even more brightly.

Mr and Mrs van Zyl...

May you experience the fantastic love

in this season of your life,

once again, like you did

in the beginning.

Ah, the newly-weds.

Mr and Mrs Retief. May the youthful

flower of your love and passion

bloom in our beautiful island of love.

Post-wedding blues.

Coconut?

Yes, thank you.

More coconuts... More coconuts...

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Tradition, my darling.

Your husband should carry

his bride over the threshold.

Damn, and they say wedding cake

doesn't make you fat...

Nothing screams treat me gently

like rose petals and towel ducks.

Your friend Michelle is quite a wild...

Hi, Mom.

In Mauritius.

Yes, she is.

It was on the spur of the moment.

We're on a waiting list

for the next flight back.

Please let Uncle Johan know

we're safe.

I will.

Love you too, Mom. Bye.

I wish I'd brought you earlier.

We're here. That's all that matters.

This is what a starter should look like!

Aren't you going to dish up?

Go away...

I'm not going to allow my wife

to spend our honeymoon in mourning.

Come. Meet me outside in ten minutes.

(Car hooter)

Sylvan's connection.

Come, move it.

There's a sale on coconut bikinis.

- Be careful with my dress.

- Okay, okay, okay...

Wait let me take it...

Slowly...

I'm going to turn around...

and let's see if I...

Be careful that it doesn't tear.

It won't tear.

Did you just tear my dress?

It's just a dress.

Just a dress!

Just a dress!

It's a Vesselina Pentcheva dress!

It's real ivory silk with handmade,

embroidered French lace for my...

just a dress?

This is a lifetime of

cutting out pictures.

It's imported French champagne in

rose gold glasses with sugared rims.

It's violinists who had to be booked

six months ahead of time.

And it's two proteas, one dark

and one light, for each table.

For my just a dress!

And my just a wedding!

It's 120 guests who witnessed

how the man you wanted to spend

the rest of your life with embarrassed

you and left you alone at the altar.

I'm sorry, Nina.

It's not as if he's the first man

to run away.

That's unfair.

Yes, Hugo. It's very unfair.

He's going to regret it every day.

We should have retired here.

Last one in the water

is a rotten pumpkin!

Betsie, your hip!

Isn't that so sweet?

Second marriage.

Perhaps even their third.

Are you in?

To the honeymooners!

There we go!

How did you meet?

It was the summer of 1966.

And all the girls on the beach

couldn't take their eyes off the

handsome lifeguard.

I was just lucky enough to get

a cramp in the sea.

And I assume you were the lifeguard?

It was the mouth to mouth

that convinced her.

I couldn't wait to marry Paul.

And in the winter of 67,

we were married in court.

So you never had a wedding?

In those years there wasn't money

for a honeymoon or big weddings.

My hand is a bit sweaty, Marietjie.

In Maurice we believe it's unhealthy

to sit for too long.

I wish...

Ben didn't even dance on our

wedding day.

He has two left feet.

Well, in that case,

Monsieur Botha, may I?

Sure...

Okay. Thank you.

"Mtre la faya" means let's party!

Ben? Do you mind?

Thank you.

And a bit over here.

And a bit lower.

I've rubbed there already.

And the two of you?

What's your story?

How did you know she was the one?

Know?

Well, it was probably on our first

wedding day that I knew for sure, yes.

After that first kiss,

in front of the altar.

First kiss?

Yes, Nina, our... first kiss.

The I do's were over and done with

and the world around us was getting quiet.

I could hear Nina's heartbeat,

and felt mine.

We started moving closer to each other...

And then... I felt her lips on mine.

That's when I knew.

The moment was perfect until

Minister Buksie decided

that he wanted to be part of

the kiss and joined in.

We were ten years old and

Buksie was Hugo's dog

and also the minister, of course.

Hugo, you're welcome to give Ben

a few tips.

Let me give you a tip. Enjoy this

honeymoon phase while it lasts.

Before you know it, Dr Lubbe will be in

the bedroom and he'll challenge you...

- Ben.

- What?

He's our marriage counsellor.

He gave us a challenge

for each day on the island.

That's exciting.

What kind of challenge?

Today's challenge is

to touch each other.

Ouch, Ben! You know that

my shoulders are burnt.

What was yesterday's challenge?

Oh... To give a gift.

Yes! Yes, and... my lovely wife

Marietjie gave me a brand-new golf glove.

That makes me think.

Seeing that I've organized for

Marietjie to go on a spa day tomorrow,

why don't you ladies join her while

I try out my new toy?

That sounds lovely.

What do you ladies think?

There we go!

This view looks like one of

the photos you sent your mom.

Have you ever wondered

how different life would have been

if you'd stayed?

Every day.

It seems my parents aren't

the only two people

who rub each other up the wrong way.

Still?

Worse...

Sometimes those two people can

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