The Essence Of The Darkness
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Realizing everyone was stunned staring at him, Akram seemed unconcerned. His gaze was fixed towards Zac, and he stepped slowly with a predatory aura that gave rise to the feathers.
“Can you repeat again, Zac? What did those two insignificant creatures say about my wife?” ask Akram later.
Zac glanced at his mother. The boy was a child, but he clearly knew that the words he said might hurt his mother. Therefore, he hesitated a little when he wanted to repeat his words again. However, his eyes were then fixed on his father, and seeing the anger stifled in his father's burning dark eyes, Zac instantly knew that the father was a hero to them.
The father would definitely protect his mother from being hurt and the thought made Zac finally able to repeat his words in a loud voice later.
“That woman, mother of Tommy she insulted mother.” Zac called the name of the child he punched in a cold tone, so similar to Akram when calling the names of his enemies. “Say Tommy, her mother told her that my mother picked up my father from the streets.”
When the sentence was uttered by Zac for the first time, it made the ears of everyone who heard it seem to be struck by lightning, making them shock instead of dumbstruck. And now, when the sentence was spoken a second time in a very loud tone, the effect was much stronger, making the ears that heard it turn red. Especially that woman, the mother of a boy named Tommy. He had looked arrogant and arrogant with condescending eyes and an insulting tone of voice that complemented him. However, when now forced to face Akram Night face-to-face, the woman looked terrified and shriveled, like a cornered rat when forced to face a large panther.
Akram's expression was completely dark and his cold eyes were even able to make the room temperature drop by several degrees. Diana's mother, Zac's homeroom teacher, even unconsciously rubbed the cold sweat running down her temple while trying to withstand the uncomfortable feel as cold sweat also flowed down her spine. He turned to look at Mother Karin next to him and saw the face of the guidance and counseling teacher looking as pale as he was.
Akram Night stepped forward and made himself stand tightly next to Elana. The man then used one of his sturdy hands to embrace Elana's waist in an intimate gesture without embarrassment and after, Akram lifted his head again, staring one by one at the people on the sofa. His own mouth did not say a word, as if intentionally creating a tense silence that made everyone there feel his heart pounding even more as time went on.
After a few minutes of being forced to endure a tense silence, Mrs Melda, the mother of the battered child named Tommy, finally couldn't stand it anymore. His heart felt like it was pounding and his chest was like it was going to break as time went on. His brain turned violently to save himself and in the end, he found no other way out but to avoid responsibility.
“This has all revolved away from the real problem! The boy beat my son to pieces and we will not let this matter end without justice for our son!” Mrs Melda's voice sounded threatening, hoping that what she presented was enough to save her. However, Akram's reaction was not at all in line with his expectations. Those dark eyes flashed with a real mocking attitude, looking at Madame Melda like looking at the dirt on her shoes.
“Name.” Akram spoke calmly, speaking in his cold low voice.
One word that slid from Akram's lips was of course unexpected by the others until all of them stared at Akram with a confused expression. In fact, Elana also frowned and turned her head to look at her husband with a clueless look. Akram always uses a unique way that gives the most fatal effect when the man decides to take revenge until sometimes Elana can not guess what is in the head of her husband.
Indeed, hearing the words spoken by Zac concerning Lady Melda's words about her, Elana did not feel that much pain. Because, it is true that he was taken by Akram from the streets, right? Well, he wasn't a roadside bum or anything like that, but given how far apart she is, only a half-dead orphaned girl struggles to survive with a man of the Night Family descent who has solid aristocratic roots in the country, isn't the idiom ‘taken from the streets’ indeed suitable to be used to state his initial story with Akram? Although in fact, the phrase is indeed very negative and full of contempt, because people who do not insult would prefer to call the story of Elana as the story of Cinderella, because, the story of women from lower class social strata who end up with powerful men from upper class social strata.
However, once again, Elana was not that heartbroken.
Being Akram's wife for many years, Elana was ready to face various rumors that attacked her. She prefers to stay and not socialize with the upper class who are commensurate with Akram, preferring to be a housewife who devotes all her attention to her two favorite children, and very rarely accompany Akram in public events that always involve many journalists and mass media. Again, it was not because he was ashamed to appear as a woman who was from a group not commensurate with Akram, he said, but more because Elana does not like the hustle and bustle of the upper class world that is full of gossip, power fights and riots.
Of course, his silent attitude that very rarely appeared, would definitely provoke various wild gossip out there, including one of them, one of them, it is a rumor that Mrs Melda says she is the woman Akram took from the streets. Such gossip and even more violent than that had been heard, and since he had not taken the initiative to confirm, it had developed in two directions. First, the rumor was dashed by itself for failing to ignite the embers, and the other, by stubborn people, by the fire, the rumor even grew further and was patched to be wilder than it really was.
At this moment, when the gossip finally reached Zac's ears through the mouth of another little boy who eavesdropped on her mother's words, Elana did not feel angry or offended. He even feels guilty. Yes, he felt guilty for never confirming the rumors in the first place, taking them as a last breeze and hoping that the unrespected thing would go away on its own. Now, the inappropriate gossip is heard by Zac which makes Zac become angry and fight with his friend.
Elana glanced towards her son who seemed to be staring towards Madam Manda and her son with the same threatening gaze that Akram had given them. Standing in the middle like this, Elana felt like standing between two of the same dangerous figures even though one was a senior and the other was a junior. He took a deep breath and finally decided to do nothing.
After all, if Akram was angry, who could stop him?
Both of Zac's teachers seemed confused by the one word Akram spoke, as did Madame Melda. Although it was clear that Akram looked at him sharply, but he was still unsure of the sentence that Akram had spoken to him. It made Akram thin his lips impatiently, his eyes staring intently and this time, his chin was puffing haughtily towards Madame Melda.
“Name,” re-Aram again, this time tucking the feel of impatience in his voice.
Madam Melda frowned, but when she realized that Akram was indeed asking her name, her face turned a little brightly hopeful.
“My name is Melda from Alexis family. Thou know? We're a family of five-star hotel owners in district D. I've met you at a charity party two years ago, do you remember—”
“Not your name.” Akram interrupted in a cynical tone, making Madame Melda who had spoken excitedly immediately stop her sentence in embarrassment. “Your official husband's name. What's name?” connect Akram with an intimidating tone.
Madam Melda looked at Akram in surprise. He was not stupid, the expression on Akram Night's face before him right now looked the same as the expression of someone who was ready to kill his enemy. Somehow Madame Melda got a hunch that when she mentioned her husband's name.
“Name.” Akram repeated again, this time he did not hide the threatening tone in his words.
All those who were there stiffened up, directing their gazes towards Madam Melda who could do nothing but reply with trembling lips.
“Eddie... Eddie Sordida.” In the end, Madam Melda also mentioned her husband's name with a weak shaking voice.
“Hmm.” Akram was just mumbling, but his murmur had a thousand meanings that made everyone instantly flooded with bad thoughts inside their heads.
Akram's eyes then looked towards Tommy's pitiful figure, bowing his head in fear with one eye bruised and also bandages on his head and legs. Akram turned his head towards Zac.
“You caused it to be like that?” asked Akram cheerfully towards Zac.
Zac frowned. “I just punched him in the eye, Dad. He fell by himself,” said in an honest tone.
The corner of Akram's eyes glanced at Tommy, not caring about the deathly pale Madame Melda.
“Honey, you should have punched his dirty mouth too,” Akram said in a relaxed tone later.
“Akram.” Elana immediately looked up, reprimanding Akram while widening eyes full of warning. It's bad enough that Zac hit his weaker friend and bears the nickname of being a bully, now Akram is showing his support which will certainly make the Zac teachers question their parenting of the children at home.
However, Akram seemed unconcerned by the tone of warning thrown by Elana. The man grinned and shrugged his shoulders guiltlessly.
“Why? Isn't what I said true?” Akram glanced at Tommy and Madame Melda who were deathly pale. “For a child who can speak such obscenities, his mouth must be beaten. However, a child would not speak like that if not taught by his parents. As the famous saying goes, rotten fruit comes from rotten seeds. In that case, I will share the task with my son. Because my son has done the task of beating the child, then I will do my duty well to teach lessons to both parents of the child.” Akram this time stared blatantly at Madam Melda and presented a sweet smile full of a terrible aura towards the poor woman.
At that moment, Madam Melda was gasped as the bad premonition surrounding her grew stronger, her eyes staring at Akram terrorously.
“What.... what will you do?” ask Madam Melda trembling.
Akram's smile changed meaningfully.
“You will know. Soon.” The mysterious sentence uttered by Akram further spread a terror-filled feel into the room. However, it is not Akram's name if he cares about the feelings of those around him.
His eyes then turned towards the two Zac teachers and his lips broke into another smile.
“I think, this is already the fifth time I get a call because of a problematic Zac case. As a parent, I will talk to Zac at home so that this is not repeated for the sixth time. But instead, I also want the school to actively seek the root cause of this incident. You have to look on both sides, both from Zac and from the other children. If Zac has been fixed but the other child remains rotten and left to dirty eyes and ears, of course there will be no solution to this problem, right?” Akram is a specialist in throwing sharp sentences that pierced the heart, it seems clear every word he said made everyone in front of him more and more pale because of it.
Diana's mother and Karin's poor mother seemed to throw one another's eyes. For five times Zac's parents were called to school, four times before only Ms. Zac was present to solve the problem and the four always ended well and full of harmony because Mrs Elana was always cooperative, cooperative, willing to accept input and do not hesitate to apologize on behalf of Zac. They clearly did not expect that when they had to deal with Zac's father, Zac's father figure turned out to be a figure that was hard as a stone. And not only that, the hard rock was also overgrown with sharp thorns that hurt and threatened everyone horribly.
“We understand.” Karin's mother who first mastered herself finally managed to answer quickly because she knew that Akram Night was still waiting for her answer.
Akram nodded his thin head, then he looked towards Madam Melda with a cold gaze.
“What compensation do you need for your child? I'll send a family doctor to check and handle your son and accompany him until he recovers completely.” Akram spoke while slipping a mocking tone in his voice.
Madam Melda bought her eyes. He had been arrogant and arrogant and did not want to cooperate because he wanted to show that his position and strength were above Zac's mother who he did not like, but when faced with Akram Night himself, he was very happy, his guts were instantly careless.
“You don't need—” Mistress Melda tried to resist but Akram raised his hand, gesturing that he wouldn't listen.
His eyes stared intently at Madame Melda who was standing there with her mouth gaping and the sinister nuance on Akram's face turned pitch-black. She was fed up with dealing with such arrogant human mentality as that Madam Melda. Acting rude and brave when dealing with the weaker, but instantly shrivelling his guts and fear when dealing with the stronger.
“You must accept my goodwill. Who knows that some time in the future, you won't even be able to pay even the cheapest doctor?” ask Akram in a meaningful tone. This time, Akram's words really struck Madam Melda's heart. Akram said his sentence casually, but there was clearly a dark meaning behind his words.
All of a sudden, Madam Melda was worried about half-dead. Akram Night may seem like an ordinary master on the outside, but everyone knows that behind the scenes, he mastered many things that affect the lives of many people, like the director of a puppet game that grasps the rope of destiny from helpless dolls in his hands.
He opened his mouth about to speak, but Akram Night who was now not looking at him again seemed to stare towards the guardian teacher of the Zac disciple with a polite facial expression.
“Can we leave? Looks like the problem has been solved, right?” Akram asked politely, but the intimidating tone did not disappear from his voice.
Diana's mother, the poor teacher, could only nod her head in the end.
"Good, Mr. Akram.” Diana's mother was a gentle person, she neither judged nor intimidated her guilty students, which was why she then turned her eyes towards Zac in a smile. “Zac, I hope this is the last time your parents have to come to school,” Diana's mother said later.
Zac was actually a submissive child, which is why his cheeks seemed flushed accepting Mother Diana's gentle demeanor and he nodded his head and lowered his head.
“Good, Ma'am Guru,” he said later in a polite tone.
Akram then embraces Elana who carries Zac's hand in her arms. The look in her eyes seemed to be glancing towards Madame Melda.
“Doctors will be coming to your home this afternoon as well. I hope you receive it while you can.” Akram muttered coldly, then said his farewell to the two Zac teachers before then the man let his wife and son out of the room.
As they closed the door of the counselling room from the outside, there appeared the figure of a very beautiful little girl in a school uniform and her horse-drawn hair. The boy was also wearing his dark blue coat and immediately got up from his seat and rushed towards them.
“Inscuse us for long.” Elana rubbed Zelena's head affectionately, and as Zelena stretched out her hands spoiled, without a second thought Elana immediately raised her daughter in a sling.
“You are already big, why still ask to be carried like that?” Zac leaned his body towards Zelena, his tone looking mocking, but his lips unraveled an affectionate smile.
Zelena stuck her tongue out at Zac in return, but her eyes were then glued to Zac's cheek, which still had a deep scratch on it.
“Why is big sister's cheek like this? Brother so not handsome anymore,” comments Zelena while grumbling.
Zelena's words made Zac chuckle.
“How could I lose my good looks just because of this little scratch? Even if there was a transverse scar on my nose, I would still look handsome,” he said half-jokingly.
Zelena giggled at her brother's confident sentence, laughing at him so blatantly that Zac frowned.
“Why? Do you disagree with what I said?” zac asked as he pressed his chin towards Zelena.
The girl was still giggling in her mother's arms, covering her mouth with her adorable little hand.
“Ah, sister is handsome, but—” Zelena looked up, looking up at her father with an adoring look. “But the most handsome father!” then with a light voice.
Akram had been silent since then with a bad mood, but the sentence spoken by Zelena instantly removed the dark aura that surrounded him. The man smiled gently, transforming from a terrifying angel of darkness into a loving father in the blink of an eye.
“Of course. No one beats dad.” Akram grinned confidently, not caring about Elana who rolled his eyes seeing his attitude. He then reached out and took Zelena from Elana's sling.
“Come. You're old, pity your mother if you keep carrying you,” Akram said while moving Zelena smoothly and the boy did not protest, wrapping his two tiny arms around his father's neck happily.
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When Akram finished giving instructions to Elios through his cell phone, he put the phone down and stared at Elana who was sitting on the sofa in their room and was staring at him.
Since Akram called and then issued a series of orders that were terrible enough to listen to, Elana could no longer concentrate on reading the book that had now been placed on her lap and chose to keep an eye on Akram blatantly.
“You're really going to destroy the Eddie Sordida family?” ask slowly with a cautious tone.
Akram raised his eyebrows, looking at Elana with an arrogant attitude that seemed to have been attached to his personality.
“Do you disagree?” I am back to asking.
Elana took a long breath.
“Destroying the life of one family just because the child's mother insulted me like—”
“Only?” Akram interrupted angry. “He insulted my wife, the woman who stayed sky-high above everything and you said ‘only’?” Akram said his sentence in an honest tone that made Elana's cheeks blush red. The man then moved, standing in front of Elana who was sitting on the sofa and then touching Elana's chin, pointing the woman towards him. “I won't let anyone insult you. Let this one be an example for others. If they dare to insult the woman loved by Akram Night, I will destroy them without rest.”
Akram's eyes stared intently at Elana, and when Elana was silent, unable to speak her words, Akram bent his body and moved his hand to pull her lower lip open for her.
Her lips drew near to Elana's lips before she expertly sprinkled a soft kiss there, enjoying the tenderness of Elana's lips which always felt sweet to her. After that, Akram released their lips, but the man did not keep his face away, making their noses collide with each other, as well as their eyes.
“Don't I tell you I'm going to protect my family? I will not let you be humbled by others, Elana,” whispered Akram in a serious tone. “Because they did not know that in fact, it was you who picked me up from the filthy place and saved me, not the other way around,” whispered Akram in a raucous voice.
Akram's tone of voice seemed to hold the pain and it made Elana smile before then wrapping her hands around Akram's neck, hugging her husband tightly.
“I'm fine Akram. You know, I'm immune to such insults,” Elana comforted her husband. Akram did not say it, but she knew that her husband was worried about her mood after hearing the harsh insults that were said to have fallen into her ear.
The phrase Elana makes Akram thinning lips. The man then gave a kiss on Elana's forehead.
“Thick or not, I won't let anyone insult you again after this. I will be a failed husband if until there are still people who insult my wife,” furious Akram later.
“You are not a failed husband.” Elana denied while chuckling. “You are the best husband in the world for me,” Elana added in a wide smile.
Akram grinned at the praise spoken by Elana without a second thought. The man suddenly wrapped his sturdy arm around Elana's body and lifted Elana into her sling.
“Akram!” Elana gave a surprised shriek, calling her husband's name spontaneously.
Akram carries Elana's body in his tall sling and Elana automatically hugs Akram's neck to maintain her balance. The man then looked down again and rewarded Elana with a passionate kiss, opened the mouth against the mouth, played the tongue that teased Elana's tongue and raised the desire that made her voice hoarse when speaking. When the link of their lips detached later, both breaths seemed equally breathless.
“I guess, I have to prove to you that I am a great husband—” Mata Akram stares at Elana meaningfully. “Great in all aspects, especially above here.”
As Akram spoke, he led Elana to their bed and then threw Elana on the bed. Of course, after successfully putting his wife on the bed, Akram had no intention of letting go of his wife just like that.
With a seductive attitude, Akram places himself on top of Elana's body, using both of his arms to support the left and right sides of Elana's head while his body shades over Elana's body, trapped his wife so she couldn't get up from there.
Elana looked at Akram with a protesting look.
It's late afternoon and the kids are out doing their schoolwork, and Akram is going to lock himself in the room to make love?
“Akram—” Elana whispered protesting as the man began to put his lips on the side of Elana's ears, teasing her gently with a touch of the light lips of a spider web that instantly poured hot twinkles into Elana's body. “Kids—” whispered Elana while holding back her voice that began to tremble.
“Hmm—” Akram just muttered in response, her lips and hands kept teasing, giving Elana no chance to refuse. When Elana's breath began to gasp and her chest was seen rising and falling with a real thump, Akram smiled and raised his head, looking at Elana with a loving gaze. “The kids are fine out there. They are already big and can take care of themselves.” While speaking, Akram's lips teased Elana's lips again. “Now, all you have to think about is me. You can only focus on me one,” whispered Akram Parau while touching Elana more forcefully, draining the burning hot shades of her fingers and lips that seemed to be created to please Elana.
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It was already evening when Akram came down to the dining room and saw Zac sitting there, waiting for the dishes to be served.
Zac's head immediately looked up when he saw his father crossing the dining room's doorway and walking over to him.
“Your mother sleeps faster. I'll have food delivered in the room if she wakes up later.” Akram explains guiltlessly while sitting himself at the head of the dining table, on Zac's side.
Zac nodded his head at his father's words. He seemed unsurprised because he was used to facing his mother who went to bed early after spending time with his father inside.
“Is Zelena in her room?” ask Akram again.
Zac nodded his head.
“Zelena has been drinking milk and eating macaroni soup earlier, she said she was sleepy and went into the room early, maybe she is sleeping now,” Zac explained calmly to her father.
This time, it was Akram who nodded his head.
“I'll look at Zelena in her room later and say good night.” Akram raised his gaze towards Thomas who was waiting in the doorway. He signaled that dinner could be served and Thomas nodded his head, hurry up and go out to the kitchen and instruct the head chef to start serving dinner.
There was still some time lag until the dish was served and Akram decided to use that time lag to talk to Zac.
“You've been making trouble at school lately, does it have anything to do with what that brat said about your mother?” ask Akram towards Zac then.
Zac gasped, his head turned to look at his father as soon as he heard the question. Then, the boy put on a moody expression and nodded his head.
“Tommy. First of all, I chose to dodge and not confront, which is why I've truant several times if there's the same class as Tommy. Then... I threw a basketball at him as a warning, but he didn't stop.” Zac thins his lips furiously. “The fact that he was weaker made him even bolder, thinking that I would hold back because if I fought him, it was certain that I would be considered a bully. Because, everywhere, the bigger and the stronger are the guilty,” said Zac in a bitter tone.
“You're right.” Akram nodded his head. “Which is stronger does always get a bad stigma when he beats up the weaker ones. Humans sometimes do not want to see the reason behind it and only want to judge based on what is seen by the eye. The fact that you are not only strong, but come from the Night Family, makes the stigma more attached to you. But Dad will give you a way out. For now, you don't have to use your own hands to teach those people a lesson.”
As he spoke, Akram pulled out a small agenda book with a black leather cover from his pocket. The man then pushed the small agenda book towards his son.
Zac stared at the agenda book and curiously picked it up. He opened the agenda and his forehead creased as he saw that the inside was empty and there was no writing there.
“What is this, Dad?” zac asked in confusion.
Akram grinned at his son, his eyes looking like an angel of darkness who was persuading and inviting him to conspire.
“This... how about you call it ‘note retaliation’?” Akram speaks in a light tone. “You are still a child and sometimes, settling in the ways of children can't help you because you will be judged by adults who adhere to norms and rules. That's why, use this father of yours. As long as you're a child, your father will help you. This book, use it well. If any of those children or anyone else is insulting your mother, then record her name in detail, especially her surname, then leave it to Dad. I will help you teach a lesson to anyone who insults your mother,” said Akram in a dark manner, bringing out a dark nuance in every word he said.
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ANNOUNCEMENTS
PO BOOK PRINT edition Collection Essence of The Darkness and Sincerity ***HAVE OPENED
(P.O Period 27 Sept to 10 October 2022)
The autographed Print Edition is only available for 100 copies.
ESSENCE OF THE DARKNESS - 954 pages
Sincerity (Bonus Part story of the pregnancy of the first child and the pregnancy of the second child Elana ) - 250 pages
PO WAY
1, If you want to do PO via PSA go to projectsairaakira.com' or check IG @projectsairaakira and IG @anonymousyoghurt for more info
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