THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 14's

Part Fourteen: Youth Pledge or Your Oath?

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Fufy gives Saraswati the butterfly flops. Saraswati painstakingly tied Fufy's hair neatly, then put a butterfly pinch on Fufy's hair.

"The feeling of each day the butterfly motif changes always" Saraswati chanted.

Fufy chuckled small. This may not be known, how happy Fufy was given a bouquet of butterfly flops by Ardha. No one knows, that every day Fufy is confused to choose the flops he will wear. All good, beautiful.

"I have a lot of stock" Fufy said, replying.

"The rich man" said Ranbi, "not so."

Saraswati looked at Fufy with a strange smile. Fufy asked, "Why?"

Saraswati covered her own mouth, "From whom it is, hayoo...,"

Fufy didn't know why, when Saraswati said that, her cheeks flushed red. And worse yet, Fufy was embarrassed.

"Done!" Fufy then glanced at the small mirror.

"Beautiful, thank you Saraswati." Saraswati smiled with satisfaction, "let's go, change who, here, come on."

Ranbi shifted his seat. His face looks cheerful. He was stroking his hair which looked shiny. "Me, me. The neat ones should be, yes," she told Saraswati.

"Yes, ready Mr. Princess Rambutan," replied Saraswati who got delicacy.

"Open your salon?" Levi's thump elicited laughter.

"Yes, here. Wanna join? Pay 50thousand." Levi snatched away pissed, "hush, hush. I made money to go to the movies with Andre."

Levi embraced Ranbi's shoulder for a moment, then smiled proudly. "Hi, sister-in-law," she teased.

Instead of getting blessing, Levi got a painful rejection. Ranbi twirled his lazy eyeball in response to Levi.

"Patience, sis," said Fufy quietly as he held back a laugh.

Levi played a ribbon that would be fitted in his hair. "Py, please install it," he asked Fufy.

"Oh? Alright!"

Mada then came with a pile of gifts. Walking confidently, of course it became the spotlight of the people in the Field. Their eyes sparkle.

"What's that stuff?" The wife asked enthusiastically.

Mada blinked one eye, "Secret."

Fufy smiled amusedly looking at him. To be honest, only he and Ardha knew what the gift contained. Because they bought it together yesterday.

Fufy who felt himself being stared at, returned Saraswati's gaze. Saraswati suspected him. "You know, dong. If it is tempting, I will try as much as possible," he said.

"Yes, brother! If the prize is skincare, Santi will definitely win!" Santi said exclaimed.

"Little sister don't be a big aunt first. Later on, I bought a cute doll" Levi told Santi.

Santi crossed both his arms in annoyance. "I'm a Junior High!" emphatically.

Mr. Bima who had eavesdropped on his student's conversation, cleared his throat to make the whole thing surprised. "Bima Sir!" santi shouted.

"Ehem! Happy swearing-in day to all the kids!" say Pak Bima authoritative.

"Too, Father!" reply them simultaneously.

Then Mr. Bima distributed red and white ribbons to all athletes. All the confusion, especially the men. They are confused as to what to tie.

"Sir, I'm bald. How, neh?" Ali's confused.

"What are you guys?!" Ali yelled fiercely, "that's the fact I'm bald! Wh why? Funny?!"

Mada, who was next to him, rubbed Ali's shiny bald head. "Ehey, it's funny, '" Mada replied.

Laughter sounds also appeared. Ali glared at all the junior athletes who were laughing at him. Not only the athletes, Bima— sir, including Mr. Indra also laughed.

"Gue slash lo!" The cheerful face of Santi was instantly gone replaced with a face that displayed sadness.

"Already." mr. Indra quits, "for the ribbon that has been distributed, please wear it, looped to your head. We'll make a photo together."

Fufy smiled happily. Before he hooked up, it turned out that there was already Ardha behind him helping him. Spontaneous Fufy looked back.

Ardha's face was looking towards him. So sweet. Fufy lifted a thumb as a sign of gratitude.

"Thank you, encouragement" said Fufy, who made Ardha scratch his neck.

Ardha then gave his ribbon to Fufy. "Please put it up, yes," he said softly.

"Yahuyy!" It was the voice of Mada.

Fufy's face flushed red. Meanwhile, Ardha again scratched his nape while turning his face.

The spell cleared, "Awas Abdi was jealous."

Finished putting on the ribbon, Fufy's body jerked when he heard the statement from the Spell. "Yes?" Fufy remembered.

"No." The spell away from them.

Fufy felt strange about something. His hand was touched by Mada, making him turn his head.

"Abdi was jealous, he said." Mada's voice disturbed Fufy's mind.

But, the problem is, where does Mantra know, that Abdi is his girlfriend? Could Mantra know the true figure of Abdi? Are they friends, you know?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a misunderstanding." Hearing that sentence, it instantly made Fufy feel guilty.

He knows he's wrong. Fufy has a lot of girlfriends. But for that, even himself, confused, do not know who the owner of this heart. The reason that makes Fufy have many girlfriends, one of which is to be an encouragement.

The spirit, not Ardha. Ardha's different. He would not be a match for Ardha.

Fufy had no idea that she had unknowingly shunned Ardha today. And without Fufy knowing too, a sense of disappointment emanated on Ardha's face.

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"Gilak times?! A hundred push-ups?!" Alin protested against the type of race that was held.

His face is sour. It is certain that he will not be taking part in any of these races. However, it seems that Fufy's estimate was wrong.

There are five kinds of races held. That is a push-up run, sit-ups, pull the mine, run around the field, and question and answer competition materials around rock climbing.

Among the race, the least interested is the question and answer race. The answer is of course because they are more challenged with physical things. And the most fans are occupied by push-ups and sit-ups. They were challenged because all the senior athletes followed suit. 

"Well, the push-ups are Ali, Ardha, Mada, Sastra, Riska, Fufy, Saraswati, Levi, Mantra and Wife." Mr. Indra read out the race participants.

"Yoo, compete with us." A defiant smile appeared on Levi's face.

While the interlocutor, Literature only glanced in response. "Woi, Pole!" cecar Levi was upset.

"Much by the way," Literature commented in reply.

"Class!" Ali embraces Literature, "we're both cool, aren't we?"

Saraswati screeched, "Najis! Still chilling ice shaved bang Toyib."

Race began. The participants lined up sitting in the field, waiting for the cue from Pak Bima. That order manager, cleared his throat as a special feature.

"Alin, help count, yeah." Alin berdehem replied to Bima sir's order.

"Yeah, start!" Mr. Bima exclaimed enthusiastically, "one, two, three, six, eleven!" the audience shouted.

Fufy paused for a moment, neutralizing his breath. A second later, he continued his count that had stalled at the count of seventy.

"Yes! Ardha is the first champion!" Cheers sounded. A standing ovation was given to Ardha.

It is not surprising that here Ardha is famous as a perfect athlete. Even he always beat Levi, the highest position here.

"Yes! Levi became the second champion, followed by Fufy becoming the third champion!"

Fufy instantly threw himself into the grass. He's deprived of oxygen. Breathing gasps. Fufy smiled slightly satisfied. Not forcing to be second, because Levi does deserve to be on top of it.

"Next, the sit-up race. The participants are Alin, Ardha, Ali, Edy, Dimas, Santi, and Wife," said Mr. Indra.

"Your energy is still there?" lontar Fufy asked Ardha.

With sweat pouring down her face, Ardha showed a row of her teeth answering. Not strong to say, because it seems that the participant kept his voice.

"Spirit!" Ardha smiled cheerfully.

At first it was clear Ardha's face was sad. But when he heard a single word from Fufy's mouth, it seemed that all of his strength was replenished.

With time left to rest, Fufy and Ardha sat together next to Alin. Alin thrust his handkerchief to Ardha.

"Remove your dryness" said Alin.

Ardha stared at the handkerchief Alin gave her, then returned it. "I've brought it, thank you," I refused.

Ardha glanced at Fufy who was staring at him as well. And for some reason, Ardha looks like she's trying to convince Fufy. Fufy nodded pretending to understand the code from Ardha.

"All! Yep! Alin ranked first!" Pak Bima exclaimed in spirit.

"Yeah!" Alin jumps pleasure.

No doubt, that the endurance of Alin's body is very strong. He got the first champion, followed by Ardha, and the last by his twin, Ali.

"Darling, you're so great!" Mada called out to greet Ardha.

Ardha raised his fist towards Fufy as a sign of victory. Fufy smilingly raised both her thumbs in reply.

"Curtain, he's got it." Mada has a sad face.

"Thank you, man," Ardha replied as she finished talking to Fufy.

Mada snatched away an upset, "Cuek is with his friend he now knows, But. Dumbass likes people who already have boyfriends."

Ranbi who was the target of Mada's annoyance, smiled faintly in response. "Like is reasonable," said Ranbi briefly explained.

"The end of Brother Fufy is insensitive" said Riska chimed.

"What, Fufy continues?" The face of Riska was pale.

Ardha looked at Riska demanding an explanation. As a result of being stared at sharply, Riska felt nervous until stuttering to talk with Ardha.

"G-No, brother. Hehe, kidding. But really, right?" After taking a snort, Riska immediately ran to see Fufy asking for protection.

Mr. Indra nodded in understanding, "Later the rest of the money sent to Pak Bima, yes, Py."

"Good, sir, understood." Fufy looked down respectfully, then turned his body around.

Perfect, Fufy and Riska collide. Fufy stroked his nose which was the victim of an impact. While Riska blinked her eyes, checking, because her eyes were a victim.

"Sorry," said Fufy quickly.

Riska looked down, "Sorry, brother. There was less preparation for stepping."

Fufy looked at Ardha who was opposite him. Without asking further, Fufy could guess the reason Riska was approaching him.

"The last race, the question and answer race. Well, it's a pity that there are only three participants. Ardha, Fufy and Ali. Give them encouragement!" Mr. Indra clapped his hands followed by the other athletes.

The race is held in an open room. The field is the most comfortable place to make the brain fresh. Fufy sits between Ardha and Ali. All three are silent, collecting material that had disappeared from the brain.

"Well, the first question, where was the first international rock climbing race held?"

Deg. Fufy's eyes were rounded. Tension enveloped his entire body. Glancing at Ardha's paper, it seemed that the Envoy was very fast. Glancing at Ali's filled paper again, made Fufy half sorry.

"Who is the fastest person in the sport of rock climbing?"

When the last question was spoken, Fufy's mind suddenly went blank. But luck was on his side. Fufy got the first champion, who managed to answer eighteen questions correctly. While the second Ali, and the last Ardha with the same difference in answers. Only the lack of Ardha is not right to answer the name of the figure completely.

"Eh, is this serious?" asked Fufy in disbelief.

The czech!

The sound of the shutter is heard. The race as a commemoration of the day of the oath of youth has been completed. The athletes exclaimed with pleasure that they were satisfied today. Between the satisfaction of the training holiday, or the holding of this race, all save the photos that have been shared.

"FPTI, JAY!!"

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