THE TROUBLE WITH FLYING: WHAT WERE THEY REALLY SAYING?

If you want to know exactly what Elize and Simone were saying about Aiden, here’s the translation from Afrikaans into English.

With Afrikaans

They look up, greet me, and then Elize straightens and points to someone. “O, daar is hy!” she says to Simone. “Die hot ou wat ek jou van vertel het. Hy’s net myne.” I pull my chair closer to the table and follow Elize’s line of sight to see this ‘hot guy’ she’s already claimed.
Aiden. Of course. Who else would she be pointing at?
“Is ons nie familie van hom nie?” Simone asks.
Well done, Simone, I almost say. You are indeed related to him.
“Nee.” Elize giggles. “Ek sou definitief geweet het as ons familie was van daai ou.”
Simone scrunches her nose up in confusion. “Ek dog ons is familie van almal hier.”
I roll my eyes. “His name is Aiden. I’m pretty sure he’s your cousin.”
Elize’s mouth drops open. “That’s Aiden? Tannie Hannah’s son?” She tilts her head to the side as she examines him. “But I thought everyone from England was pale with bad teeth.” She slumps across the table and groans, then lifts her head and turns back to the cell phone. “Ag toemaar,” she says to Simone. “Ek kan hom in elk geval nie hê nie.”
“Ek het jou mos gesê,” Simone mutters.

With English Translations

They look up, greet me, and then Elize straightens and points to someone. “Ooh, there he is!” she says to Simone. “The hot guy I was telling you about. He’s all mine.” I pull my chair closer to the table and follow Elize’s line of sight to see this ‘hot guy’ she’s already claimed..
Aiden. Of course. Who else would she be pointing at?
“Aren’t we related to him?” Simone asks.
Well done, Simone, I almost say. You are indeed related to him.
“No.” Elize giggles. “I would totally know if we were related to someone that hot.”
Simone scrunches her nose up in confusion. “I thought we were related to everyone here.”
I roll my eyes. “His name is Aiden. I’m pretty sure he’s your cousin.”
Elize’s mouth drops open. “That’s Aiden? Auntie Hannah’s son?” She tilts her head to the side as she examines him. “But I thought everyone from England was pale with bad teeth.” She slumps across the table and groans, then lifts her head and turns back to the cell phone. “Never mind,” she says to Simone. “I can’t have him after all.”
“Told you so,” Simone mutters.