"The match has ended!" The owner of the martial hall shouted at the top of his lungs.
"The winner is," he inhaled and gathered air in his lungs. By this moment, he had reached where Pah Jama was standing and took her wrist in his hand.
He raised their hands up in the air together and without giving Pah Jama a chance to say something, he shouted.
"PAH JAMA!!!!!"
Pah Jama: "….."
His already loud voice echoed in the silent hall, which had now turned as quiet as a mourning hall upon seeing this unexpected turn of events.
The fat merchant was the first one to wake up from his shocked state when he finally came to terms with the reality.
But just because he came to terms with the reality did not mean he was going to accept the fucking loss.