Beam's days and Aom's days are getting harder, beams family are believing in superstitions after ploy died since ploy hasn't had her burial and it isn't ready yet due to financial problems. Ploy asks beam in her room while watching the moon out the windows again.
"I would like to know, why they are getting my night vigil done faster. It's just for fake people to come into your wake and randomly appear as if nothing happened between you two when you were living." Beam replied.
"Before you think of that let me ask you a question first." Ploy replied.
"What is it?" beam continued his words by asking a serious question to ploy.
"Has anyone ever owed you money? Has anyone not returned your property yet? like school supplies etcetera! Or had you ever given a random last word to someone?" ploy replied.
"You're just describing what I did to you." Beam replied again.
"Well, Aside from me! Who else? That Aom? I bet she won't make fun of you aside from being a clout chaser on Tiktok." Ploy let out a big sigh at what she heard from beam.
"Is the video already blowing up that hard? I'm sorry I put you thru this… Haiiishhht! the world is full of people telling others how to act and vote and people being ignorant! SOCIETY!!! WAKE UP!!!" beam replied.
"But we don't know whose side is right yet." Ploy replied aggressively.
"My mother did not raise a liar and a rapist! our mother knew us; she was not lacking."
Beam was called to the dining table by his father who gave him a piece of paper and a ballpen and told her to write some random numbers for his lottery ticket. Beam was confused but didn't question it, just wrote down the numbers on the card he handed to her. but before she wrote the ink was suddenly gone, so beam just asked what they were for.
"Aren't we cheating?" his father replied.
"Well, we're not basically cheating! you see! there are two types of numbers as of the Mega lotto this 2020 there are 7, 17, 27, 37, 47. I would like you to write just a random number for our luck!" his father whispered
"and we'll see if we can get money so that we won't look pity to ploy's side on her woke." His father grabs the newspaper and continues to answer some questions on the entertainment page section.
Beam suddenly became stressed due to her intuition isn't working and she doesn't want to take his dad's favor seriously.
"Who did he think I am? Some sort of a genie?" ploy went beside her and observe the paper she was writing as she wheezed.
"Why are you taking that damn thing seriously?" beam replied.
"Because it's a lottery?" ploy replied.
"It's not some sort of exam for adults then win a higher prize or money, it's just for entertainment! Try my death anniversary!" beam replied.
"You're too dark! I wonder how you became my cousin!" ploy replied.
"We both know we don't like each other at first!" after beam stressed thinking some random numbers then just realized that maybe ploy's death anniversary will do.
After her father was done reading newspapers he came to the dining table to grab the peace of paper with lottery numbers that beam had written.
Then he went to his room to put the papers on his pants and come back again to reading newspapers, He flipped through the pages with a frown before setting them down again. He knew his daughter hated seeing the numbers and yet he couldn't get over the thrill of winning so many times in a row from someone who didn't care enough about anything else in life aside her beauty.