10.

Arriving at the back garden, Btari could see 2 handsome boys playing chess pieces seriously. Observing the wrinkles on their foreheads, also heard the smack of their father who seemed cornered by Jendra's white chess piece.

"Check!" cried Jendra smiling broadly.

"Oops, Om lost again," Damian complained for the umpteenth time.

"Thank God, Papa is bad, eh," said Btari making the 2 men turn their heads towards him. "Because of Papa, Jendra can't pick me up," Btari whined like a sulking child. The girl walked over and sat next to her father.

"Eh, who said? Jendra is happy because he didn't pick you up. He prefers Papa over you. Isn't that right, Lang?" Damian said smiling mockingly at his daughter.

"Yes, Om, it's better to play chess with Om than pick up Btari. I like to get dizzy when I hear his nagging about his patients," said Jendra discussing Btari's habit of always talking about his patients on their way to the girl's house.