THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 22's

Part Twenty-Two: Wanting the Best

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Fufy uses a harness, gets ready to climb. This time Fufy fought Alin in the Lead's path. Not wanting to waste any time, while the Spell against Levi, Fufy came forward to take a chance. A smile rose on Alin's face.

"Finally we are united" he said, inviting a small laugh from Fufy.

To be honest, it had been a long time that Fufy wanted to climb up against Alin. Among all the athletes, only Alin has never been a match. That's because Alin rarely exercises.

"Be careful and focus all!" Mr. Indra is instructing.

Fufy connects the rope with the next belayer-climb. This is a track that is often worn by professional athletes. Because usually will be faced with a direct cliff. As for the exercise of wearing artificial walls.

Fufy's on top. Even so, he still hears people talking about him. Fufy closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his mind.

Don't fall. Inner Fufy said.

Reality said otherwise, as time went on, despite not climbing a cliff directly, but Fufy hoped that one day he could face a cliff directly. The hope that from an early age Fufy made the reference of his ambition.

"Fufy is that guy. The most beautiful."

"He won the treasure. Money everything."

"He's a self-sale, mah."

Fufy could hear clearly that next was Ranbi's voice. "I'm sick of him."

Fufy couldn't hide his entanglement. To say illusion, but this is too obvious. The friend that Fufy considered a friend.

"He likes to get attention" continued Ranbi.

That sounds like a whisper. But he's up here, Ranbi's voice drifting. Fufy took off the belayer to be paired to the next point. However, before Fufy finished it, Fufy's legs had already moved up, so Fufy automatically lost balance.

"STUF!"

Fufy plunged in a prone position. People ran to Fufy screaming. Everything was hysterical, flocking to check on Fufy's condition. This made medical assistance hampered.

Fufy's body was flipped over, and picked up by the officers. For a few seconds, Fufy sees a shadow of the situation where his family is happy. His dream family.

"Retreat!"

Fufy got into the ambulance. Blood splashed on Fufy's face. The heat of Fufy burning. The training was halted, as teachers and several athletes took to the hospital, including Ardha.

As Fufy headed to the hospital, Ardha immediately picked up her motorbike, following Fufy.

But, before turning on the bike, Alin stopped him. Alin was wearing a helmet.

"Ardha! I'm coming, can I?"

Before replying, Alin had climbed on his bike, making Ardha unable to resist. "Hurry up, Dha!" exclaiming Alin makes Ardha suddenly plugging high-speed gas.

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Fufy felt his head buzzing violently. He wanted to open his eyes, see something, but it was hard to move his eyeballs. Fufy also found it difficult to move. His hand that was above his chest, Fufy clenched. 

Can Fufy hear there's someone accompanying him. The sound of plastic bags calmed Fufy down. Trying to get back, Fufy caught his breath. His head feels heavy. The typical aroma of medicine entered his nose, making him uneasy.

Moments later, Fufy finally opened her eyes. The first sight he saw was a lamp that was quite large in size. His light was able to make Fufy close his eyes again. Very glowing.

"Which part of it hurts?" a single person made Fufy's consciousness go back.

Half did not believe his father's presence. Camara accompanied him alone. Fufy felt his blood rustle. This was the dress that his father wore in his dream.

Camara then pressed the nurse call button to contact the nurse. Fufy listened to Camara's conversation with Nurse in silence.

"Band. I've prepared the toiletries." Camara patted the clothes next to her, "if you don't dare to stand up, I'll call Nurse to help you" Camara said.

Camara stood up, but did not help Fufy walk. "Mom is taking medicine. While Amara was at home guarding Astina," Camara explained.

Fufy thinned his lips. Apparently, his mother was also here with him. Fufy could not hide his happiness, until he stepped smoothly.

Carefully, Fufy rubbed the towel against his skin. When he came out, Asti came. Asti approaches Fufy, helping her walk.

Asti helps Fufy lift her legs. Helping her in the mirror, Fufy felt sad. Who is the person he saw in this glass?

Asti took the mirror from Fufy's hand. "You're beautiful. Everything will come back again" said Asti softly.

Fufy glazed over, "Really?"

Asti hugged her daughter immediately. Feeling his clothes wet, Asti kissed the top of Fufy's head in droves. "Don't cry" whispered Asti low.

Seeing that, Camara exited the room. His hands were already shaking violently at the sight of his Wife and Son crying. Something in Camara's shadow turned out to be even more terrifying.

Camara approached Indra as Fufy's coach. Camara said, "however, make my son go to Singapore and bring the trophy home."

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Fufy opened his mouth again, impatiently welcoming the mouthful from the Mother. For the first time Fufy felt this kind of warmth again after growing up. Asti painstakingly took care of Fufy with a smile that never faded decorate the days of Fufy while in the Hospital.

"Aaa..," Although the food tastes bland, but when fed by Asti, it tastes tasteless food is the best cuisine.

One serving was devoured by Fufy. Asti clapped his hands at the empty plate on the table. "Yey! Mother's daughter has started to contain again!"

Asti massaged Fufy's arm. Fufy knew his hands were still muscular, but not with his strength. Everything is only visible from the outside. In fact the energy of Fufy all disappeared.

"Mom, Dad," call Fufy raspy.

Camara, who was at work taking care of her work from the office, looked up to hear a call from Fufy. "What's wrong?" ask Camara, focus back on the laptop.

Fufy hesitated, until feeling gurgled by himself. But, being determined, Fufy wanted his wish to materialize.

"Can Fufy ask for something?" Silence created.

"Of course I can. Just say it, as much as we can make it happen," Asti replied with a sweet smile.

Fufy glanced at Camara, asking for approval. "Can." That was Camara's answer.

"Before that, how much longer would Fufy be able to heal?" Fufy asked, "because 3 more weeks the race is held."

"If you rest and don't have much thought, it will heal faster" Camara said without looking at Fufy.

Fufy played her finger from inside the blanket. It's okay, it can. Inner Fufy.

"The request is not difficult." Camara clucked, "don't beat around the bush. Tell. Your father isn't that poor," the sosor pressed.

Fufy chuckled at her, "But this isn't about money, Dad."

Camara stared at her impatient daughter. Seeing that look, Fufy scowled back at him.

"Fufy wants Dad and Mom to spend time at home with the family until Fufy is fully healed" Fufy said.

Fufy looked at Mother and Father in turn. His hands had been sweating coldly since. There was a few seconds of silence before Camara answered.

"Can." Sontak Fufy shouted in excitement. Asti stroked her hair.

"As long as you can enter the race in Singapore," continued Camara, "well, do it!"

Fufy laughed clapping. Can't define his joy.

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Salutations