Six million rands

Zane could hear everyone's breathing and he smiled. All his seeds were already home and he just needed two or more for this blue seed to reach the blue column.

"Four!"

"Father!" Zane almost reached out to protect his dice from his words, his hand pressing tightly on the black wooden dice cup on the table,

"Big brother. Just stalling, just roll."

Zane coughed and shook his shoulders as he enjoyed their frustrated look for a few more seconds. He shook the cup, the sound of the dice rattling could be heard loud and crispy. His movement slowed as he rolled the dice, the small black and white danced across the board before turning, revealing a most beautiful three.