"Damn it!" the game addict abruptly cursed, surprising his father.
"Wh-what? What is it?"
"How come you win when you don't even look serious?" Damar groaned. He felt like he was being cheated because his father didn't give any indication of being good in a game.
"Hah!" Amar laughed for a few seconds, "You're mad because you lose? For your information, once upon a time, I was the best player in this game."
Unconvinced, Damar eyed him, "Really?"
"You don't believe me? I'll give you anything you want if you can beat me, how's that?" Amar smirked.
"Oh, how humble, you dare to challenge me?" Damar said, no less arrogant.
"Try me," Amar said, "No need to talk big."
