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Jun Wei smiled, turned on his signal, and pulled into traffic. He had the license. Now, he just had to learn the road.

“Question number five,” Mr. Hossan said, pointing to a diagram of a cross-junction. “You are at a T-junction. A bus is signalling left, but its wheels are pointed right. Who gives way?”

“No.”

Jun Wei scribbled notes until his fingers cramped. He studied the Code of Conduct during Lucas’s bedtime. He memorised the penalty points for using a phone while driving (12 points, license revoked) while waiting for the MRT. He dreamt in flowcharts: Passenger boards → Confirm destination → Route optimisation → Safe drop-off.

His result flashed on screen: .

Jun Wei looked at the PDVL card. Then at his son. “Not fly, buddy. But I’ll drive. Carefully. And every night, I’ll come home.”

Mr. Hossan shook his head. “The bus gives way to no one. You give way to physics. You give way to patience. This license isn’t about driving. It’s about surviving.” pdvl license application

He thought of Mei, who cleaned up worse things at the hospital for a fraction of the pay. He clicked True .