THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 17's

...Part Seventeen: Guilt and Sorry...

Chasing time😭 May it be finished, must!🤩

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Fufy did not believe his vision. Just by looking at Ardha's face alone, longing is channeled. But what he saw was not Ardha. But the sight of how others were staring at him.

Fufy quickened his pace feeling the atmosphere threatening him. "Spirit Mantra! Cup call, tuh!" shouting Moon. 

Fufy looked around. It's not usually that the air makes it uncomfortable like this. Although in a sad state, there are two friends who invite him to play. Today is different. Even Saraswati and Ranbi did not greet each other, leaving Fufy confused.

So is Ardha. The aura is very different. Several times Fufy tried to greet Ardha, but what Fufy got was the glint of an eye that Ardha gave.

"Ardha, how is this Sunday absent?" fufy asked, stalking Ardha from behind.

"Busy" Ardha briefly replied without turning her head.

Feeling something strange, Fufy lowered her hand. Ardha is probably busy. But—Entahlah, Fufy only felt annoyed like this by Ardha. It feels like the rope between their friendship is stretched.

"I think you were defeated by the Mantra. Did you see how he climbed it? Alin is too. His physical strength is far from you. There is no spirit? Then, why put a lethargic face in front of me?" Pak Bima made a statement against Fufy.

Fufy lowered his head, "Sorry, sir. Next I change."

Mr. Bima threw a magnesium bag at Fufy. Today, Fufy lost focus. He even forgot to bring a magnesium bag. To just take a meal, Fufy can't. Not to mention the task of creating papers that will be collected tomorrow. Fufy wetted his face to make it calmer.

"Mantra, spirit! Race to otw province in plain sight for you!" cakap Mada cheers up the Mantra.

"Now the once most adored, shunned. Why, yeah, about?' santi muttered a little hard.

Literature pairs a safety rope for Fufy. "Let's go," he said.

Fufy, who had been dumb earlier, thinned his lips. "Yes, brother." Fufy took a deep breath, before ascending.

Carefully he climbed onto the bouldering board. It's not like usual. Upon hearing the bursts from his friends, Fufy became nervous. And on the way, he fell. Fufy rolled over, before smearing his hand back with chalk.

"That's not possible," the wife threw her hand over her chest.

Ardha who had been right next to him did not say a word. He was more serious about observing Fufy's activities, than hearing other people's babbling. However, no one could read what Ardha thought including Fufy though.

Trying the fourth chance the given time, Fufy finally reached the top point. Fufy smiled slightly feeling relieved.

"Yes, great. But less for 4 occasions," commented Mr. Indra, "hereinafter, Mantra."

Everyone applauded. Fufy also cheered up the Spell. For this matter, Fufy felt a little sad. Maybe this is because of her who is always praised by people around. So when everything changed, Fufy was disappointed.

For Ardha the Fufy regarded as his Excitement as well, heeded it. No different from Ranbi and Saraswati. Fufy felt they were both on the march, as a result of which they stayed away from her as well. Something that is not easy to understand, managed to take up Fufy's time.

Fufy slid his leg. His ears unintentionally caught the satirical statement that left him dumbstruck.

"Sir Ardha looks more handsome. The cold aura came out," Moon said enthusiastically.

Santi agreed, "That's great! Make the clamps, my God, brother Dapan!"

They are a group of junior athletes who occupy the Junior High School. Although they look small, the strength of their muscles need not be doubted. Santi, who is famous in his school, often gets appreciation from his school, until his teacher comes to the race activities take place.

"Sir Ardha likes someone like her." Riska said, "yes, but the girl she likes has a lot of guys" Moon replied.

"Where not on the cap of the playgirl queen, if sister Levi's boyfriend is just pasted." After saying that, the three of them covered their own mouths, as if it had indeed been shown to Fufy.

Fufy's eyes looked at Ardha. His odd encouragement was right to socialize with Levi and Literature. The guy usually deliberately away from his comrades in arms. But today is different. Fufy looked at a different spirit figure.

Not evasive. But, is it true, Ardha did like it? Or is it just people's view of their relationship?

If so, it would be great if Fufy straightened it out. Ardha is a good guy.

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When the training was over, Fufy's eyes followed Ardha wherever he went. As if the world was decaying, the colors were smudging revealing an increasingly clear figure of her in her heart.

Eh? Fufy woke himself up. On this night, nature presents a soothing view of the eyes. It was naive to see Ardha's innocent-looking face.

Waiting for an invitation, Fufy approached Ardha who was sitting in the moonlight. "Tumben doesn't have a motor, '" Fufy said.

Ardha responded with deheman. "You sick? Cancer not feeling well? Or is his mood bad? Why between the two?" fufy tried to guess.

Unexpectedly, Ardha even brought herself closer. His eyes looked soft, making Fufy worry. Something broke into it.

Ardha said, "Can't you borrow your shoulder for a second?"

The heavy voice sounded hoarse like there was tucked into fragility there. Without resisting, Fufy nodded his head. Ardha moved closer sitting next to Fufy, then then dropped his head over Fufy's shoulders.

During the training, there is no Ardha nature like this. Even to listen to this voice he missed, there was nothing. Fufy's head was noisy fussing over this.

Then, Fufy's eyes accidentally caught Ardha's wrist. Fufy's eyes were rounded. "Ardha? Ardha, what's your hand hit?" sosor Fufy asked worriedly.

But Ardha just silent, re-establish the body of Fufy, then tend his head back. "Is this the reason you're absent? Not yet diobatin? Going to the Hospital?" Ardha chuckled at hearing that.

"Don't overdo it" said Ardha, "this is my punishment for my wrongdoing."

Fufy digested Ardha's sentence. "Who do you have a problem with? Have you disappointed others?" fufy asked who was replied with a small nod by Ardha.

Fufy. Don't want to find more information. What he did was now rubbing Ardha's purplish-colored wrist.

"I failed to become an MC at Papa's office show. That public speaking opportunity should be proof that I'm good at talking. But in fact, I am not very good at talking. I failed," Bener Ardha told me in a low voice.  

Fufy listened to the explanation that Ardha told him. "Then your hands are subjected to punishment?" guess Fufy carefully.

"Yes." Yeah." Fufy's heart pinched hearing him, "my hand was clamped for five minutes. It hurts so bad. Thank you," said Ardha making Fufy dumbfounded.

Fufy stopped his movement rubbing Ardha's hand wound. Although Fufy always disappoints his father, Camara never punishes his physique. Maybe he just stayed away from his family. However, when hearing the story of Ardha. Fufy's view changed.

"No, Ardha. The parents' expectations are so great, meaning your Papa is proud, that he wants to show you to the world" Fufy said.

Ardha laughed without a sound, "Don't persuade like that. It was a vain lie."

"Wasted how?" sarcasm of Fufy does not accept, "you lose your true self if you talk a lot. This Ardha attached to you, introvet. All will drain energy if forced. Don't be sad like this. I'm rattled. If I can, I'll heal your wounds."

"What injury?" the Ardha monologue made Fufy's forehead wrinkled.

"You mean? Of course this bruise," replied Fufy.

Ardha raised his head. "I guess the wound in my heart," the thump made Fufy stiffen.

Fufy chuckled, "You broke up?"

"It looks so." Ardha pulled Fufy's hand, then kissed Fufy's palm suddenly.

Fufy glared at his surprised eyes. His eyes closed for a moment. What does Ardha do?! Grammatically approached. Fufy turned her burning face away and fingers that felt ice-cold.

"Did you?! What are you doing?!" cerocos Fufy with a red tinge on his cheek, "it should be me who did that to your wound."

After saying that, Fufy turned her lips in surprise. A grin appears between Ardha's lips. "Then, do it" said Ardha making Fufy flinch.

"A—What?!" Ardha made it clear, "tape my wounds, because it will react quickly to healing."

"Myth it!" push down Fufy quick.

How could he say that. And worse yet, Ardha joined the shameful sentence. Fufy immediately opened his backpack.

Fufy took out a knit hat given to Ardha. This was the item Fufy had made for Ardha's gift. Ardha took the item from Fufy's hand. His face looks happy.

"Make me?" guess Ardha is on target.

Fufy scratched his non-itchy head. "It's actually a birthday present for you. Sorry if it's too late. We never got to see each other" Fufy revealed.

"Certainly so?" ardha asked so irritatedly in Fufy's ear.

Fufy would not know, that on his birthday, Ardha all day crying in the room. Instead of having fun, being happy with family, as Fufy thought, it was a lot different. It was the worst day that Ardha had. No one knows, that other than in flops, Ardha gets other violence.

"Take this medicine from me for you" said Fufy.

Ardha smiled happily. Didn't expect to get a valuable item like this. "You made it yourself?" tanyakanya.

"of course. You have to wear it, because it takes time to finish."

Ardha immediately put the knit hat given by Fufy into her bag. "I will wear every exercise, or maybe every day" Ardha said.

"Eh? It doesn't have to be! Your head will be bald!" Spontaneous Ardha laughing.

Fufy. Saw Ardha's laughter. Tonight's show made both of them happy. Ardha did not realize that his feelings had now been avenged. Fufy.

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Heloo! Night's come!

It's midnight, but I can't guess who read this story. Spirit even though no one reads 💗🥰💓🌸

Greetings, 3November2022