THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 29's

Part Twenty-Nine: The Night of Farewell

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Fufy's waiting for her phone notification. It should have been at this time, the post from the father appeared. But when it was night, there was not yet. Not because it demands. But Fufy wants his dad to know, so he can go home in the morning.

The last three days Fufy heard from Amara, Camara got an extra job. I don't know what job, but obviously Camara has been absent twice to take Astina to the Psychologist Doctor.

Seeing the FPTI post, Fufy was disappointed. Only he is not posted. There's no photo of Fufy there. Featured, even though as Fufy remembers, he joined the photo there.

Stirring his hair, and Fufy combed his hair. The beloved hair that Fufy had thought of as his own crown. Hair has a huge impact on appearance.

Ting!

Paternity

Remember that?

Hair cut as a victory

Congratulations on his victory 👍

Fufy read the message Camara sent a few times. Trying to find another meaning for the message. Does his father want him to cut his hair?

Fufy ruffled the unaccepted hair, then went downstairs to look for the eggs. As the supply of boiled eggs ran out, Fufy chose to boil them himself.

A little scared when putting eggs in the pot. Let's say Fufy's a kid who never cooks. Because it's true. What's more, the Amara accident incident made Fufy's alertness increase.

While waiting, Fufy intended to go to Amara's room to ask. Since her race, Fufy always routinely ate eggs of at least five eggs. Be Amara come apply. The difference, Amara anti with egg yolk.

"Ra, egg nitips?" Fufy widened his eyes in surprise.

He saw that Amara's nose was bleeding. Fufy pulled a lot of tissue.

"Awhile, I called Mom first," Fufy said, but it was prevented by Amara.

"Why?" Fufy was confused, "at least I know."

"Don't." Amara lowered her head, "Mother feels guilty knowing this."

Fufy sat back down, "Alright, then lean on your body for a bit, and use your mouth to breathe."

"Good." Amara looked at herself in the mirror.

No one knew that this happened to Amara. When most stay up late due to spending time studying, Amara will nosebleed. This nosebleed is a sign that he must rest.

Fufy picked up the water below while turning off the stove. His feet moved quickly up the stairs. Opening the door to Amara's room, her sister was already asleep.

Fufy regulated his breathing. Putting a glass of water by the bedside, Fufy was sure his sister had not slept. Amara closed her eyes.

Fufy looked at the wall clock. He tidied up the books scattered on the study table. His heart was touched to read one by one the notes that stuck to the wall.

Go, Amara!

Champion one awaits you!

Let's make the family harmonious & ''1 ''️

Fufy knew this was written by Amara himself. Didn't expect that his sister had this half soul.

"Ra, I've boiled eggs for you. When you wake up, you eat, yeah." After that, Fufy came out of Amara's room.

Amara turned her back, covering her entire body with a blanket. His eyes have been wet since.

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When everything continues, sometimes the bad comes. Stretching it is natural and the law of its name. Fufy was sitting in the chair of his father's.

All the views are towards him. Fufy himself looked at himself from the mirror with an insincere feeling. His proud hair had to be cut.

For the sake of that necessity, and for the sake of the realization of the desire to happen, Fufy assented. The mother stood behind him preparing to move the scissors in her hand.

"It seems you've suspected that from the beginning, yes," Camara muttered watching the activity.

"There is good news for you" said Camara made everyone turn to her in surprise, including Asti.

Amara, who was taking a video of Fufy's haircut, stopped the video. While Astina, who had been busy reading a book next to Camara, poked her ears to stay focused.

"What's up, Dad?" Amara asked.

Camara cleared her throat, glanced at the wife. "We both decided to drop the divorce suit" Camara said, leaving all her children screaming in joy, including Astina.

Asti again continues the event of cutting her son's hair with a reddened face. Fufy grimaced at the style of the mother's haircut. Irregular.

Camara stutters, "Y—Ya."

Fufy turned her body upside down, spontaneously taking the scissors out of Asti's hand. "I'm thrilled. But suddenly?"

Fufy made her sister look at her sharply. "You should be happy." Astina is speaking formally.

Amara clapped her hands with a smile adorning her face. Fufy clumsily, then followed what Amara was doing.

"But—Daddy wants to find an atmosphere so that it can always be with you," said Camara, "don't be sad. From now on, not measuring happiness from social media. I'll try to appreciate you in the way Dad generally does."

"I mean Dad?"

Fufy looked at his father, as if he understood what the sentence meant.

"Dad wants to take you to a more comfortable place. There, we can make better memories" Camara said.

"Yes. We will sell this house to reduce tax payments" Asti said.

All the kids heard that. "Pay tax? Dad's in bankruptcy?" ask Fufy scared.

Camara took the laptop, then showed me something there. "Loss also if paying taxes for an unoccupied home" he explained.

Amara asked, "Then what about our school?"

"Died moved."

Fufy. "Where are you moving? Is there a climbing place? What school, Dad?" ask Fufy streak.

Asti looked at Camara, then nodded his head as if speaking from the eyes. "Moreover tomorrow we show."

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Farewell night is also known as Prom night in English. The athletes celebrate farewell night for the massive Fufy. This also includes celebrations for the Mantra. Because the time for the mantra to stay here is up.

All protest. Every few minutes, athletes, especially female athletes, look up to their lack of confidence.

"Well, how do you hide this big muscle tai goat." Levi's frustrated.

The dress they wear is deliberately designed open on the shoulder. It makes athletes nervous. Feeling sad to be faced with feminine clothes.

"It's okay, you have to adapt" Ranbi said.

"How adapted, Bi? I want to tear this shirt." Misuh-misuh risk.

"If it wasn't for Fufy, the cave is males" Saraswati said, pulling the dress back.

"More precisely I pegen posted on FPTI account," said Moon, "should look beautiful dong, this time, mah," he continued.

"Eh, by the way, Fufy hasn't come yet, has he?" Levi's looking for Fufy.

Ranbi shrugged his shoulders in response. "When she is a special guest" Saraswati said.

"Btw, do you know about Fufy's problem with FPTI admins?" ask Levi.

"Whose FPTI Admin?" Santi.

"Woi, if I were Fufy, I'd be suing. Very influential evidence of our achievements," said Levi.

"I'm being a kepo" Ranbi threw.

While inside there, Fufy had just arrived at the party venue. Tidying up his short hair, Fufy breathed heavily. Not wanting to part with his friends.

Ardha approached with Mada and Sastra. "Mr Princess is late," Mada's comment crossed her hands.

Fufy was still glued to Ardha. Can Fufy be honest? Ardha is so handsome! He was like a Royal Prince.

Ardha came forward, reached out, "It's not too late. Will you dance with me?"

Ardha's ears turned red, waiting for Fufy's reply. "Huh?" Literature berdehem.

"I'd better teach you how to dance" Ardha said.

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