THE CANCER [ROCK CLIMBING]
Chapter 9's

Nine: Defeat as a Lesson

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Fufy competes with the Spell on the speed track. Fufy has low self-confidence when it comes to knowing her partner. After hearing the Judge's words, Fufy wanted to prove it. It took a lot of preparation so that he could be confident.

"Your name will be crossed out if it does not manage to scent our regional province" Hakim said.

Chief Fufy bowed down, then said the words of hope he asked the Creator. There weren't many prayers that Fufy said, however, they all meant the same thing. To be the first champion.

"Praying is over." Furthermore, Fufy immediately put on a special rock climbing shoe.

Mr. Indra approached Fufy and gave him the FPTI shirt. The excitement within Fufy instantly smouldered. Just by wearing this particular outfit, Fufy felt a great ambition.

Just like Porjar four years ago held at the district level, Fufy remembers once how he did not take off the first FPTI shirt he got for two days. Attached to the body, does not make the clothes acidic or trigger bad odor. But, it is even more fragrant and fragrant. This was because Fufy had of course poured the half-bottle fragrance onto his shirt.

A small thing that Fufy remembers, when entering a school with a non-academic track. Not arrogant, but a pride for Fufy because he managed to enter the elite school by being the only student who entered through the non-academic path.

Fufy rechecked the chalg bag, more precisely the magnesium reserve. The race had already started, but somehow neither Fufy nor Mantra dared to speak at all. To be honest Fufy wanted to have Mantra speak, at least to have a discussion. However, it seems the Spell deliberately stayed away from him. Maybe because of what the cause, Fufy also did not know. They had no interaction except when the training began.

Fufy glanced at Mantra who was busy playing mobile phone. Fufy wanted to reprimand him, but he paused. Lazy as well. Not wanting to interfere.

"You have to record the scene when I race" said Ardha.

Fufy looked at his camera, "I'm out of memory, hehe."

"I brought a cell phone." Fufy's pupils dilated, "you record, yeah."

You don't have to record. Fufy also had no intention of resisting. So this whole day Fufy followed Ardha wherever she walked.

All participants lined up following the direction of the Jury. Fufy took seriously how the rules of this race were implemented. Just like the race in general, this time the race chose age as a reference. So, participants will fight with people who are the same age as him.

Mada called Fufy. "Woi, yuk's photo" he asked.

Fufy stared confusedly, "Your phone wants to be confiscated?"

"Eitt.., this is Mr. Indra just info. Documentation for manasin," Mada said.

Fufy's forehead wrinkled, "Manasin?"

Mada glanced at someone in the crowd. Who else if not Ardha. Fufy understands. But why all of a sudden? That's not good, is it? But Fufy agreed.

Checkered

The sound of the shutter sounded loud enough that the athletes glanced at it sharply. The corners of Mada's lips curved into a strange smile.

Fufy realized that. He shook his head over Mada's behavior just now. And then, the race began. Ardha looks very energized when climbing points. Fufy who saw him spontaneously shouted.

"Come on! Encouragement, come! The spirit!" Fufy hopped enthusiastically.

Ardha easily ranked first. As it seems, Ardha looks ordinary. It was as if victory was his.

"Yey! Good, first rank!" Fufy's approaching Ardha.

Up close, Ardha looked messy. Fufy looked carefully, then smiled proudly.

Ardha returned Fufy's smile while ruffling Fufy's hair. "You have to equal me." Fufy's heart beats fast for it.

"Yes, you must have." Sontak Fufy glared, "Ardha?!"

Ardha leaned on his shoulder. Suddenly?! Sontak Fufy looked around.

"Ardha I haven't had a race!" press Fufy slowly.

Ardha cleared her throat, "I know."

Fufy patted the jidat. Other than because his heart was beating madly inside there, there were other reasons as well. His heart could beat because he thought he would soon be qualified.

"Well that, Ardha. That's why, let's get up. I'm incandescent," said Fufy trying to divert.

But Ardha refused. "Hm..," Ardha's reply was brief.

Fufy pushed down Ardha's head slowly. Ardha flinched, then muttered. "I'm jealous. Understand for a minute" he said.

Faintly Fufy heard a word of jealousy. But it's not clear the truth. Fufy squinted his eyes. He asked through his eyes.

"What?" Ardha looked away, "no," he said.

"Huh?" Fufy wanted to know.

"Your turn is the race" said Ardha, "huh?"

Ardha was silent in place. She chuckled slightly, then caught up with Fufy with a smile attached to her lips.

"Let's go!" muttered.

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Fufy shook hands with his opponent. His name is Juli, from Borneo. For a moment, Fufy was stunned. The people of Borneo are strong. Especially when Fufy realizes that this opponent is the Cancer zodiac sign.

Fufy fumbled the hardness, checking for sure, whether the rope was firmly tied or lacking. As is known, this speed climbing requires speed as an advantage. Of course, it affects time.

Fufy had longed for a trophy at the table next to the climbing board, because that's how Dad would go back to his house. In addition, Fufy also did not want to disappoint his friends, especially Ardha. For salad, he said.

This is Astina's favorite sport. Of course, a challenge for Fufy, even though Astina would still look at him flat without speaking a word.

"Ready? Get started!"

Fufy climbed the focus board to the top point. His hope could rise for ten seconds. The nerves of his hand are clearly visible due to tension. Sweat also splashed on his face. Fufy shouted hysterically as he pressed the peak point button.

"YES!" he shouted, then immediately dropped down.

"Successful!" pekik Fufy with Ranbi and Saraswati.

On their necks, hang a medal of hope numbers one and two. Saraswati got the number two, due to panic during the race. He lost a lot of money.

"We should celebrate!" Ranbi exclaimed in pleasure.

Fufy hugs Saraswati, followed by Ranbi. "You're a good senior giving a vacancy," Ranbi said making Saraswati laugh.

"Gue is good" he admitted.

Fufy looked at his friend who was exchanging medals. His hand felt a medal hanging from his neck. It says number one. Fufy grinned tightly, then laughed.

Ranbi wears Fufy's medal to his neck. "That's funny. If I wear it, Mama give me Dior's clothes." Fufy heard it so bad.

"I don't mean how, but you have to keep the spirit up, yeah." Ranbi laughed a little.

"I'm the one who said that. Honestly I am envious and dissatisfied with this result. But what do you do? If I win, but you have strong evidence. Grabbing in less than 7 seconds. Just relax," explained Ranbi.

However, Fufy felt implied there was something else that Ranbi did not say. "thank you. Sorry, yes" said Fufy. 

Ranbi smiled faintly, "Nyadar, huh? You're realising too, Saras?"

Saraswati raised her thumb in response. Ranbi laughed again. "I'm sad again, don't be. I remember my mother saying, if someone has to give up. Not everyone has to be champion one. Don't be so sad, Fy." Ranbi plays Fufy's cheek.

"Pi." Saraswati called her, "Dad lo..,"

Fufy nodded, "May Dad be proud."

"Not." Fufy's body was electrocuted. Something has surprised him.

Behind him stood his father with a big smile on his face. It's hard to believe. To stand alone, Fufy was in trouble.

"Dad?" parrot Fufy with a surprised face.

"Good day, Mr. Camara" said Ranbi and Saraswati at the same time.

Camara—Fufy's father with a suit on his body, smiling back at Fufy's friend's greeting. Camara looks very healthy, also getting stocky. Not like the fathers in general, who have distended stomachs. Camara is different from the others.

"We buy water first, sir," they said later.

Mr. Camara nodded, "Alright."

Slowly, Fufy looked at the Father's face. It had been a long time since he had seen this handsome face. The face that always gives him money, trust in social, also life here. Finally Camara came without being asked.

"Congratulations on your victory." As much as possible Fufy held back her tears from falling.

Fufy couldn't think clearly. He just wanted to hug his dad. Ask him to come home soon. Asking him to rebuild the cypress family. What is real family happiness.

"Just hug," said Camara made Fufy without retaliating, directly hit his father's body.

"Let's go back, Dad," Fufy's pinta shook.

With clenched hands, Camara smiled. "Okay, don't cry. A few in front of the camera," he replied.

And without Fufy knowing, since then there has been a photographer who secretly took pictures of himself with the father. When Fufy regained consciousness, she thinned her lips.

It doesn't matter if it's fake happiness. As long as his father can return.

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