THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 23

Part Twenty-Three: The Fall

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Not wasting a long time, in a week Fufy back with daily life he practiced rock climbing. Unexpectedly, Fufy's arrival was greeted by various smiles. A smile implies sadness, guilt, happiness, and joy.

All shown to Fufy. Fufy thinks his birth date is still far away, which will be found next year again. But, look at all the gifts from the athletes for him. Fufy climbing equipment get for free.

"Happy recovery, Py!" Saraswati hugged Fufy.

Fufy returned his Friend's embrace, "The forecast is cool."

Saraswati blew her laugh. Fufy did not know the reason Saraswati laughed because of what, clearly Saraswati must have laughed at her. Fufy was confused.

"How come you're not angry with Ranbi? Why not judge me? Do I have to laugh first, so you realize who's the hypocrite here?" gerutu Sarasvati's.

"Why should I be angry?" All were seen wearing masks. No human being can truly hide jealousy, envy and envy.

Looking at the look on his face for a moment, Fufy had already felt how he was. Everyone has their own energy. It will spread like perfume, be it bad or fragrance good.

Over there, can Fufy see the interaction Ranbi with other fellow athletes. Unlike usual, Ranbi is shy when talking to others. What Fufy saw this time, like Ranbi different version—Fufy did not recognize him.

Over the years of meeting every day, fighting together, Fufy has never seen Ranbi laugh off with anyone but herself and Saraswati. What Fufy felt was a feeling of jealousy. Jealous when he sees his friends with others. Is this overkill?

Should Fufy be angry? Ask and demand the reason Ranbi hates him? What was the reason Ranbi spread such rumors? Ah—I mean the fact that Fufy purposely hid.

"Come! I told you not to take heart. They are all hypocrites, "Saraswati sighed as she walked quickly.

On the first day of Fufy's rehearsal, Fufy was forbidden to follow the burdensome warm-up. In the running section, Fufy was ordered to use the fast-paced method. Light-weight only.

"If I notice, you are rarely noticed" continued Mada from behind.

Not surprisingly, if from now on Fufy had felt two creatures that always follow him. Ardha and Mada.

"Me?" parrot Fufy asked, "no. Make Saraswati that," said Mada fix.

Fufy waited for Ardha to speak to him. Not as usual. The Ardha that Fufy knew would probably encourage and accompany him. The atmosphere that Fufy avoids the most.

Fufy's always tinkering all the time. When you're done meeting people, Fufy always checks his face. The change in the behavior of the people around Fufy was very rapid. It's like proving that physical is everything.

"What the hell, lo, go along." Saraswati pulls Fufy away from the two men.

However, apparently Ardha and Mada continued to follow them. Until finally Fufy resigned, accepted the reality. Disappointed, but at a time like this, Fufy could see who the good people were.

Everything can be good in front. "Man is too old-fashioned to be logical. Clever insult, stupid in the mirror," Ardha's speech managed to make Fufy look back.

It turned out that Ardha was looking at him. Their eyes meet. For a moment, Fufy felt her heart sliced as Ardha—Her spirit averted her gaze. Like reluctant to see Fufy's face.

"Oh, who's the bitch, bro?" Mada shook her head when she realized the target of the speech that Ardha had uttered.

Ranbi with Riska, Moon and Kalmi run in tandem. Alin was behind them. All were silent, but Fufy could feel their atmospheres were different. As it passed through him, everything shifted their foot position away from Fufy's existence.

Ali gave Fufy a bottle of water. "For your mind to be clearer" Ali said as he scratched his neck.

"Thank you." Fufy received Ali's water. Damn it today he was too nervous to forget about drinking. 

"Don't be sad like that. You're still beautiful" Ali said, trying to make Fufy not sad anymore.

Fufy looked down, smiling incisively. It's dejavu. Formal sentences that Fufy often gets from someone. But someone had stayed away from him. To just look at himself, it doesn't seem.

During Fufy's practice of mindfulness, Ardha is close to Alin. Fufy could not express her sadness. They're very compatible. The cold Ardha was a perfect match for the cheerful and talkative Alin.

Not like being with him. Ardha had to say a thousand sentences to encourage himself. Even in the middle, when Fufy has a lot of girlfriends.

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It was Fufy's turn to climb. Neutralizing his breath, the foot that had originally trembled, had now returned to normal. It would be a lie if Fufy said he wasn't afraid to climb. If he could choose, Fufy wanted to stop for a month. The shadows as his body plunged down from above deeply imprinted on Fufy's mind.

The same sentence made Fufy momentarily lose concentration. The wound on his hand was still wet. Chest that feels burned when climbing points. Fufy is training on the bouldering track.

The path he will follow for the race. In his heart Fufy hoped that he could climb to the top without falling in the least. Because if he falls in the middle of the journey, especially for a few times, his head will automatically hit. Although wearing a mattress, it does not rule out the possibility of creating pain again.

"Yes, Fufy can do it!" saraswati exclaims.

Luckily, there were no more sounds of insults when Fufy climbed up. Different story that he is resting. Because right now, all athletes are training seriously and full of ambition.

Falling down once, Fufy finally reached the top. Fufy looked down, then immediately dropped himself onto the mat. Rolling over, Fufy held his head in pain.

Its alright.

"A lot of burden." Fufy was surprised, "once-times give equal opportunities to juniors and seniors who have never competed abroad. Don't be selfish."

Selfishly said? Fufy laughed dryly. But is he really that selfish? Yes, Fufy has a great sense of ambition.

Fufy looked up, looking at that talking face. He is Riska.

"Then why don't you guys fight like me?" fufy stared in annoyance.

Riska was silent for a moment, "Fufy. You can rest. Don't force yourself like that. If it finally disappoint the country how? Levi, Alin and Mantra are enough to be the best female athletes here. Ardha and Ali. Only 5 people, Fy. At the end of the day you cry yourself."

"It's better if I cry."

What do they know about Fufy? Fufy wanted to cry. When he saw his sister all crying, only he could not shed tears. When seeing and feeling this kind of humiliation, only Fufy's heart felt pain. His eyes seemed to show indifference. 

Riska turned around, away from Fufy with an indecipherable look. "Man is full of obsession!" Riska shuddered in horror.

Not yet there, after Riska left, came the Spell. Tumben once Spell sat with him like this. For a moment, Fufy felt better. But, it turned out to be nothing like what Fufy felt.

The spell took off his shoes, then looked at Fufy's face with a laugh. He shut his mouth because he couldn't control his laughter.

"Oath, look forward more to the present than to the former," said the Mantra, "more geeky. Lucky, you're still given a chance."

"Eh btw, no intention of plastic surgery?" The mantra laughed out loud.

Something churned when he heard those words. Fufy did not believe what the Mantra said.

"What do you mean?" The spell wakes up, and takes the jacket behind Fufy.

The spell pretended to be scared, "Ouch, scared. The same horror that has no friends but still doubt. Saraswati aja looks disgusted squirming your face."

"It's like maggots." The spell laughed again.

Fufy couldn't make a sound. Hands clenched. Blood was boiling in his head.

"Gue go home first." The spell drifted away, and you turned back, "fear of Satan" he continued.

When turning his head, the Spell shouted in shock. It turned out that there was already Ardha standing in front of him. Worse yet, Ardha tilted her head so very close to the face of the Mantra. The night had already arrived, it added to the impression of horror for Fufy.

"Who is the devil?" Ardha asked fiercely.

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