THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 3

Three: Cancer Seek Attention

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Fufy stopped his steps when he found it difficult to breathe. He stared at the football field. Must be circled four times, not to mention carrying out the punishment from Mr. Indra. Fufy staggered.

"I'm not strong, I want to sleep." Fufy's body was pushed by Ranbi from behind.

Spontaneous Fufy shouted, "It's punishment. Move your feet fast!"

Fufy glared her eyes in protest. But then, he put on a parched face to Ranbi. Ranbi who once said, percis like his mother.

"The inlet is strong!" Saraswati was cheering.

Fufy looked at her two best friends sharply. Either here he is weak or the sport this time is too painful for him. Fufy took a breath to smooth his breathing. He felt his height decrease.

With a limp body, Ardha suddenly came and squatted in front of him. Fufy frowned confusedly.

"Let's go up," he said.

But Fufy was still silent, "Cepet. The hunt's running out of time."

"That's so good," Inner Fufy.

A handsome spirit capable of making Fufy lie many times. Ardha, the dream of all women for having torn bread. Then Fufy flapped the back of the Envoy slowly.

"Weh?!" Ardha narrowed his eyes, "one round."

Fufy pulled the corner of her lips. With a single leap, Fufy immediately wrapped his legs around the Enthusiast's waist. Afterwards, Fufy smiled in satisfaction. He will not waste this opportunity.

"Weight too" commented Ardha. Behind it, as much as possible he hid his pleasure.

"Better half a turn. Stop at that pole." Ardha refused.

Fufy swung his leg, "This is my foot massage."

For a moment, Fufy held his breath. Fragrant body odor Encouragement pampering him. Fufy closed his eyes before Ardha's steps came to a halt.

"Weight as well, yes," Ardha's comment struck Fufy.

"What?" Fufy brought his face closer, "no, this is his leg on the brakes. It's a little hard to walk if you move."

It was obvious that Ardha was hiding her feelings of pleasure. Ardha slowly tightened the circle at Fufy's feet. While Fufy who was behind him held back the anger.

Fufy again swung his legs, "Durunin! Downhill!"

Fufy forced Ardha to lower herself. However, it seemed that Ardha did not look at all bothered by his behavior. Precisely because of his actions, Ardha walked with wide steps.

"Durunin Fufy! Cancer's horrors, isn't it?!" Fufy whining sulking.

Ardha thinned her lips, "Yes, Sagittarius."

Fufy's pupils dilated. He then stopped his foot swing. "Let's stop!" Then Fufy deliberately pinched Ardha's hand.

"Shh..," There was a sigh from the Enthusiast.

Fufy thrust a drinking bottle at the Envoy. "Sickness" said Ardha.

Spontaneous Fufy pulled the hand of the Envoy, then stroked it. "sorry. It hurts a lot, huh?" There was a red trace on Ardha's arm.

"Hm, really." Seeing that, guilt attacked Fufy, "your hands are too white."

Fufy nodded as Ardha looked at him flatly. "Pijitin," orders Ardha.

Fufy said quickly. The two of them then straightened their legs, then after a while Fufy switched to sitting in front of the Envoy preparing to do healing. Ardha glanced at Fufy for a moment, then his index finger pointed at his right foot.

"This one is a bit lemesy" said Ardha.

Fufy stared at the wound. "I'm sorry, yeah," said Fufy.

"It's okay. There's more pain than this" Ardha replied, making Fufy instantly aware.

Quickly Fufy gathered all the rest of his strength to massage the legs of his Envoy. Fufy painstakingly scowled while glancing at Ardha's response.

Appeared a little disappointed when Ardha instead of smiling shyly as usual, instead this time she smiled wryly. Furthermore Fufy's mind was filled with various questions.

"Call to Davan and Fufy to immediately enter the rock climbing hall. Once again, Davan and Fufy soon meet Indra sir!" senior brother's shout made all the athletes on the field look at him.

"Why us?" Fufy asked Ardha.

Ardha observed the rock climbing hall from the field. "Wih, call medals, tuh. Cuyz, you divide the cup" Saraswati said from behind.

Fufy replied with a smile, "Boouldering calls, no."

Ardha looked at him, then nodded. "Come," he asked.

"You didn't make a mistake, did you?" ask Ranbi.

"Your strength is still enough?" Fufy blinked her eyes, feeling Saraswati's premonition scare her, "still, really."

Fufy then immediately ran with Ardha towards boouldering climbing. Upon arrival, they both got demanding gazes from Mr. Indra. Ardha advanced without speaking, then started doing push ups.

"Good." Mr. Indra looked at Fufy afterwards, "do you remember?"

Fufy lowered his head, then nodded. He took his place right next to Ardha. Fufy crouched down, then rested his hands on the ground with both legs straight back. At the count of twenty, Ardha paused for a moment to catch her breath.

"50 times, sir?" tanya Ardha bargained.

Mr. Indra shook his head, "As was said yesterday."

Spontan Fufy sighed in disappointment. A hundred times is not a small number. Maybe after this he fainted.

"Eagerness, spirit!" ali said, athletes are called seniors.

Fufy covered her ears. Obviously that's a mockery, not encouraging. Quietly, Fufy glanced at Ardha. There were wrinkles on Ardha's face, but no complaints.

Then Fufy continued his sentence with all the rest of his strength. Fufy and Ardha carried out the punishment until their faces turned red, with sweat pouring down their faces.

Not until the count of a hundred, Fufy dropped his body on the mat. Fufy closed his eyes. It felt like fainting when the count of sixty was passed.

"Buzzy muscular dah that," said the wife, junior who is an expert in the leed section.

Sesa smiled obliquely, "Definitely tired."

"Well? It's so bad." Mada and Sesa looked sharply.

"100!!" The jock's cheers buzzed making Ardha's eyebrows furrow, "Great spirit!"

"Don't you, sir? Davan is innocent." Mada on the side of Ardha.

"Wrong." There was a laugh from Saraswati, "Ardha is wrong. Fufy slandered."

"Well? Fufy made use of my theme, ***!" pasala Mada was upset.

Saraswati glanced cynically, "Lah, loh, lah, loh. Ardha volunteered to accept her sentence. Everyone here knows, Ardha is Fufy's Envoy!"

Fufy rolled around on the mat. Their statements are facts. But that fact Fufy couldn't accept. He did not use Ardha.

Because Ardha is the Envoy.

"Mada was too bacot," sosor Ranbi suddenly made Mada speechless.

"Udah. The warm-up time is up" Levi said.

Fufy's body jerked when someone pulled his leg. Body slumped. Fufy widened her eyes almost shouting.

"Well you drink?" The anger disappeared immediately. Excitement, none other than Ardha sitting in front of him while helping him drink water.

Fufy gave a small smile as a thank you. To be honest, he was nervous being close to Ardha. Also the pleasure of dominating.

"Attent." Fufy pulled out a tissue from his bag. "You have a lot of sweat."

Fufy swallowed his saliva. His hand moved quickly wiping away Ardha's sweat. However, another with his eyes that only focused at one point. The nose of his encouragement.

So perfect that he can make himself stunned. "Still," said Ardha making Fufy aware.

In a hurry Fufy ransacked his bag. "Well, where's the phone?" fufy Mumbles.

Ardha distanced her body a little. Needless to say, Fufy wanted to contact someone. "Call who?" Ardha asked.

"Ary." Hearing that, Ardha stood up with her hands clenched. The only guy she doesn't know is his face.

The guy who said it was cold attracted Fufy and took advantage of him. Not a boyfriend.

"Still training. It's better later" said Ardha, "Want a meeting?"

Fufy put his phone back, "No, really. Males is Ardi."

"Cuek, huh?" guess Ardha, "Yes. Hard to achieve."

Ardha chuckled little, "Kayak you."

"Yes?" Ardha.

"Replace, yes. Py, hone the speed first." Pak Bima called.

Fufy put the bag back. "Snap speed?" Fufy challenged Ardha.

"Do it." Ardha replied with a slanted smile.

Ardha stuck out her tongue. It wasn't easy for Fufy to practice speed. It takes focus, speed, and balance to become a speed champion. Honey, Fufy's not an expert at speed.

But not with Ardha. Ardha is the expert. Ardha stuffed his hand into a magnesium bag, took enough chalk, determinedly determined, Ardha focused himself on the points of the climbing board.

His opponent this time was Mada, his friend. They look at each other. Do not want to use the muscles excessively, because he had tortured his muscles.

"Surge, nae. Want to record this, want to record our pride athletes," said Levi approached the board.

The athlete named Levi is a senior here. His age is not far from Fufy, but his rank here is like a teacher. Levi often helps younger siblings who are new to rock climbing.

"Hold the rope strong. Ready it?" Mr. Indra is speaking.

Fufy clenched her hands as a result of the tension. "Yes!" Ardha clings firmly to the point, climbs upwards at a fairly fast pace, then stops when touching the bonus point.

"Wait, 10 seconds!" Bima sir's call horrendous other athletes.

Fufy gave a proud smile to Ardha. "Kece, 10 seconds!" Santi.

"Thank you for encouragement" said Ardha to Fufy.

"Eh? Not wrong?" They laughed a little.

"Next Fufy and Levi," said Bima.

Fufy immediately put on rock climbing shoes. Shoes that function to protect and facilitate in stepping on the cliff, look small. 

"Who dong, brother?" Fufy nodded in response to Levi's question.

Then Levi put on a rock climbing seat belt. They both looked at the climbing board seriously. Fufy hopes he wins. It's not easy to beat Levi as a senior here. Levi is internationally famous, not his opponent.

"Spirit!"

"Buttery clamp!" Ardha.

"CIE!!"

Mr. Indra set the time. His eyes turned towards Mada and Ardha who was holding the rope. "Tightly. Ready already?" tanyakanya.

Fufy and Levi nodded together, "Yes!"

Ranbi yelled, "COME FUFY FAST!"

Both of Ardha's hands were sweating. "Hurry, hurry!" exclaim Mr. Indra following panic.

Fufy looked a little hard to climb on the point, so everyone was anxious to see him. "Hurry, hurry!"

The word kept spinning in Fufy's mind. His ears only heard that word. Fufy braced her legs.

As time went on, Fufy's hand weakened. His shoulder muscles are squeezing. Fufy felt his upper body muscles relax. On the way, Fufy came down with a pale face.

Everyone approached him. Fufy lost consciousness. Ardha ran over to Fufy after confirming the climbing rope ties.

"LEVI THE CHAMPION!" screams of other athletes.

Levi went down while looking down. His eyes focused on not switching from Fufy. Meanwhile, Fufy is put to bed by Ardha.

"Is anyone carrying oil?"

Ardha looked anxiously at Fufy's face, then muttered. "Don't torture, please."

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