The Essence Of The Darkness
Episode 77: Acceptance

When Elana opened her eyes, she looked directly at Akram. The man was not closing his eyes, but was sitting across the chair he dragged almost to the edge of the bed, slipping his legs and watching Elana with the glint of his sharp eyes.

Akram's expression was indecipherable, but for some reason, Elana could feel a somber aura emanating from the man's body.

As if... Akram is angry?

Looking around, Elana made sure that she was completely liberated. Black shades combined with chocolate that adorns the room with this minimalist decor is certainly very familiar. This is Akram's room.

Elana let out a short sigh, suddenly confused by the oddity that crawled her soul. It is great that the human feeling can be turned back and forth in an instant without being controlled. In the past, Elana really wanted to escape from this place, from this room. But now, after he had suffered a terrible kidnapping and attempted suicide by an unknown evil man, how grateful Elana was right now that she could be inside this room again.

Does that mean that he doesn't want to run away from Akram anymore? Really it? Is it true that now he is grateful to be owned by Akram and resigned to be made a mistress by the man, then forget his pride as a woman who was trampled?

The question that graced her soul made Elana frown deeply. His mind was turbulent, while as hard as he thought, he could not find the answers to the complicated questions that were disturbing.

“Do you feel pain?” Akram suddenly got up from his seat and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed. The look in her eyes implied worry as Elana forced herself to get up from her lying position and sat on the bed.

The expression of pain could not be removed from Elana's face. Now, after she had woken up from her sleep for some time, the bruises on her body instead of getting better, had gotten worse. Not only was the color getting darkening horribly, but also the throbbing pain that invaded the entire surface of his body felt so excruciating when moved.

The big eyes of Elana were rubbed with the anxious eyes of Akram. Suddenly his heart softened when he realized that the man was really sincerely worried about him.

“Are you dizzy? Pain all over your body? Nathan prescribed painkillers, will you take them?” without waiting for Elana's reaction, Akram grabbed the glass of drink and medicine he had prepared from the nightstand, directly thrusting it in front of Elana.

Elana did not refuse, she knew that currently there was no point in pretending to be strong, her body needed the painkiller's help. Otherwise, he would be tormented with agonizing torment constantly. He took the medicine and put it in his mouth. When Akram offered the water to him, Elana drank it without a sound.

Afterwards, Akram put the glass he held back into the nightstand. The man had shifted his body very close to Elana, until Elana's face was only a range of hands from him. Akram's hand moved to touch the strands of hair on Elana's temple, gently slipping them back behind her ear.

“As soon as the medicine reacts, you will be sleepy. Rest again,” he said slowly, slightly tucking a commanding tone in it.

Elana nodded her head. His eyes watched Akram's face and his forehead creased back. I don't know what's wrong, but. Akram looks a little different than usual. Elana tries to study the man, unfortunately Akram as if putting an impenetrable shield on his face that makes Elana can not guess what exactly happened to the man to make his arrogant aura that usually flares up, making Elana can not guess what happened to the man, now it looks lost.

It was as if the man was angry, not at anyone but at himself....

Elana tilted her head, suddenly realizing Akram's slightly pale face. His memories instantly flashed, displaying a picture of when Dimitri shot Akram in the shoulder and made him fall severely injured.

Gosh darn. So much fear befell him that he missed that memory. This man was shot yesterday and came alone to save him. Then, when he woke up earlier, instead of resting, Akram was instead sitting on the bedside chair watching him.

Akram's attitude seemed to worry about Elana's pain. But isn't that guy sick too?

“You... You were shot,” Elana said. This time change his eyes that are staring worriedly at Akram. “At your left... does... does it hurt? How...,” Elana's voice was mixed as her heart rumbled with worry.

Meanwhile, Akram reciprocated his attitude with a calming shady smile. “I'm fine. Don't you see that I'm okay?” he said ask back.

Elana gulps. His anxiety certainly could not be killed so easily with just words. He wanted to see with his own eyes, then he felt sure.

“Di... where did he get shot? Can... can I see it?” elana's eyes were still glued to Akram's left chest where she remembered having been shot by Dimitri. But, at this time of course Elana could not see the true condition of Akram, because the gunshot wound was covered by the clothes he was wearing.

Elana knows that Akram always wears a bulletproof vest for security, especially at that time, Akram is visiting Xavier's house which in fact he considers as an enemy. However, what Dimitri said about how dangerous the weapon he fired was certainly not nonsense. The blood spurting profusely from Akram's body collapsed immediately after Dimitri fired his weapon, proving it all.

Somehow, the bullet must have broken through the bulletproof layer worn by Akram and injured him. That was the answer to why Akram's face looked a little pale. This man must have lost a lot of blood from the shot!

“This is nothing, I've been shot several times before, you certainly also realize that, right?” Akram asks in a sensual tone, referring to his nudity as they make love and how Elana watches over the scars of the shots on Akram's body, but dares not ask at all.

Elana's cheeks turned red, however, she did not give up and begged to see Akram's wounds with her own eyes.

“Ku... please, I want to see it,” whispered Elana slowly, looking at Akram with her wide eyes which usually can always melt the man.

Akram took a long breath. “Nothing can be seen, Nathan has already rebounded it strongly and.”.

“Please...” Elana interjected quickly, this time her tone was even more clear than before.

Akram sighed again, finally nodding his head. This woman almost never asked him for anything. And now, being stared at by big eyes like a stranded kitten in the rain, how could Akram bear it?

“Alright,” Akram's hand grabbed the button of his shirt to undress and grant Elana's request. “Remember. It's not a bad wound and I'm fine. It doesn't feel as painful as it looks, okay?” the whisper was slow, staring fixedly at Elana's eyes as she opened her shirt, displaying her hard-muscled body, with a thick bandage that was firmly wrapped around her shoulders and arms, and wrapped around her chest.

“You... you're bleeding..” Elana spoke with real sadness. His eyes were hot while the base of his nose seemed to be burning, struck by the flames creeping up from his throat.  “It must have hurt a lot…. His blood...His blood still did not stop.” a clear roll of tears immediately fell down Elana's cheek without being held back.

“It's my fault. I'm moving too much, maybe the stitches are open a little. The bullet penetrated out of my back, so this kind of bleeding was common, there was nothing for you to worry about, Elana,” Akram's fingers moved rubbing against the woman's tear. “Why are you crying?” tanyanya.

Elana sniffles. His throat was hot and his vocal cords seemed twisted so he had trouble making a sound. Meanwhile, her tears never stopped flowing even though Akram had wiped her again and again.

“You.. because I was taken hostage then you were forced to kneel down and let Dimitri shoot you. Ma... forgive me,” whispered Elana sadly. “I also made you lose your gun company. You.. You and Xavier handed it over to Dimitri without a fight. You lost a lot just to save me...”.

“Only to save you?” Akram smiled full of irony as if storing aggravation in his mind. “My enemy once said to me that you, very unsuitable when juxtaposed with the word ‘only’, Elana,” Akram of course refers to Xavier and the sentence of reproach that when it hit his soul. “You're precious enough to me that I'm willing to give anything to keep you by my side, don't you realize it?” akram's hand moved back and rubbed Elana's cheek with an unspeakable gentleness. “Stop these tears, now that we're both facing each other, you're alive, I'm alive. What else needs to be cried? Throw away your guilt. What happened this time was not because of your fault, but because I did have many enemies who wanted to take advantage of me. You're just an innocent little creature caught in the middle of a fight between two huge creatures and wounded in the process. I'm the one who should be apologizing to you.”

“But..you were wounded and suffered a loss.. and I.” Elana still insisted, still persisting with a strong guilt that encircled her inner being. His own mouth was already preparing to throw out the entire refutation sentence that echoed in his head. But, with just one move, Akram had managed to stop everything.

The man kissed her.

Not with a passionate kiss or a passionate longing, but with a very gentle kiss.

In the second Elana closed her eyes, in that second she gave herself to Akram.

Akram immediately stopped his kiss and raised his head, the man's eyes looked misty as if he wanted to have Elana at once but were restrained by the torturous guilt. There was still thin self-control left there, so fragile as if it would instantly be charred to ashes if Elana touched it.

“I can't …. You are sick.. Your whole body is bruised and I.” Akram makes a tormented groan. The man curbed his desire so strongly that pain from his center spread throughout his body. He had to rush away from this place, distract him with something else, or directly soak in the cold water. Whatever it is, certainly not let him behave like a barbarian man and stormed Elana when the woman had not healed properly.

However, it was as if the situation had not been willing to be kind to him. Instead of letting her go, Elana's fragile hands even touched Akram's hands, as if to hold him.Akram turned back to the woman, looking at Elana with warning.

“Let go of me or I will storm you without caring about your pain,” threatened strong with hope Elana was frightened by it.

However, his hope ended in futility. Elana looked up, looking at him with soft eyes. She asks to be attacked, though Akram knows that Elana did not do it on purpose.

Right, eh? Elana couldn't have been deliberately asking to be attacked by her, right?

Elana's lips trembled as she spoke, as if the woman was being wracked with great shame. When the sentence was finally thrown from there, his voice was so slow that Akram had to sharpen his ears in order to hear clearly.

“I…. The medicine had already reacted.. I did not feel any pain,” Elana's face red blushed when she managed to utter her sentence. A simple sentence that made Akram even fixated like a fool.

“What did you say?” I couldn't help but ask. It was not that he did not hear what Elana said clearly, but rather because he was unsure of her meaning.

This time the shades of red had already crept into Elana's neck, making her so adorable and so tempting to the touch.

“I... does not hurt…. If you want.. You may.” Elana's voice is swallowed in the throat along with all her lost courage. The woman turned her head nervously, no longer wanting to look into Akram's eyes as if an overwhelming shame had engulfed her to nothing. “Lu... forget it... If you don't want to, you can go,” said Elana terbalata finally.

Akram himself became stunned like a fool. Trying to digest Elana's words, but when she succeeds, unbelief surrounds her soul.

Elana never asked for sex. In fact, you could say, the woman never gave permission sincerely when Akram made love to her. But now…. That chick…

I swallow when I lose self-control.

“Of course I really want to make love to you, I'm almost crazy for not being able to touch you, because there's no you beside me,” Akram immediately moves and brings Elana back into his arms.

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