Seventeen Year Old Wife

The Part 71

By settling the sludge two of Akeno's bodyguards took Gresia's friend out of the tea plantation.

Adrian looked at Gresia with an erratic feeling.His beautiful face looked pale, blood began to seep through her warm clothes.

"I'll take off your warm clothes, madam, your wounds must be tied so that not much blood comes out" Adrian said. Gresia nodded obediently. He could feel blood seeping on his shirt, it felt very cold.

Slowly he took off Gresia's warm clothes, leaving a maroon-colored shirt made of satin, which was still attached to his mistress' body.

"Mrs had to unbutton her shirt so I could see her wound" Adrian said. Gresia looked stunned doubtfully, unbuttoning her shirt, it meant Adrian would look at her shoulder.

"The lady has to do it. I had to clog the wound so that madam wouldn't bleed out. We don't know when we can get out of this place." said Adrian trying to convince Gresia.

Gresia tilted her body, then slowly unbuttoned some of her shirt, pulling down her shirt right at the wound.

Adrian tore off the end of his shirt, then bandaged it like a bandage into a wound that kept bleeding.

Gresia's wounds aren't too dangerous, if only they're dealt with quickly. Unfortunately, their current existence is not profitable. The darkness of the night limits their vision, while the enemy can certainly read their motion through a body heat scanner. Not knowing when to get out to deal with Gresia's wounds.

Adrian waited about twenty minutes, just made a move. With a hand gesture, Adrian asked his two men to watch around. The atmosphere of nature that had begun to move at night, limited their vision.

But Adrian believes for the opponent is not so.

They settled into the thicket of tea trees.The road went outwards, but only a few meters, there was a sigh of pain from one of them.

"What's wrong?" adrian asked in a whispering voice.

"I got shot, sir."

"Oh ****! How's your wound?"

"Not bad sir."

"Good, looks like we can't go out tonight. Go back inside but don't get to where you are." Adrian said.

As they walked through the thick of the tea trees. Several times the enemy fired at them, but fortunately they shot none of them hit the target.

The enemy continues to lash out, urging them to enter the edge of the forest.When they want to enter the edge of the forest Adrian accidentally entered into a pool of water that is not too deep, only limited to the calves of adults.

"Open your warm clothes, dip them in the water." said Adrian.

Quickly his five men dipped his cold clothes into the water. They know the purpose of dipping clothes into the water so that their body heat is not detected by the tools possessed by the enemy.

The boundary between the forest and the tea tree that leaves empty land is clean, quite wide. Very profitable Adrian and his men.

They first enter the forest to take a position and watch the enemy move out of the dense tea plantations.

Just minutes Adrian was able to see their movements. Now the position is turned, the advantage is on Adrian's side, they freely watch the movement of the opponent.

Three of the five enemies were brought down by them, the rest went back to the tea plantations.

Adrian can breathe a little relieved at least he can buy time until help comes.

Adrian took Grecia a little into the woods. While his men stand guard on the edge of the forest anticipating in case the enemy comes again.

Gresia's body was already icy cold, blood was still seeping from the wound on her shoulder.

Adrian took a few branches and twigs and started to make a fire to warm Gresia's body.

"Madam I'll change your bandage again" Adrian said, while ripping off some of his shirt at the bottom.

Gresia nodded in agreement, her body feeling helpless. His shoulder hurt a lot. But he dared not complain.

Adrienne deftly change the Gresia bandage. With the light from the fire he made he could see Gresia's wounds. The wound is quite severe, if tonight Gresia can not be handled, Adrian worried that the wound is inflamed.

Gracia sat beside the fire to warm her body, while her warm clothes were hung by Adrian near the fire to dry.

"Madam I have to look at the situation around here. It's okay, madam I live alone." Adrian said as he looked at Gresia. Gresia nodded slowly.

Adrian leaves Gresia, he goes around trying to contact Akeno. He irrigates Akeno with a detailed message about what happened to them.

"There, by the bonfire. Do you want to talk to him?" adrian asked, his net looked at Gracia who was far enough in front of him.

"Hmm."

"Well wait a minute." said Adrian, then walked towards Gresia.

"Mistress sir wants to talk." said Adrian as soon as he arrived in front of Gresia.

Gresia who was sitting hugging her knees looked up at Adrian.

"Akeno?" gresia asked with glassy eyes. Adrian nodded slowly, giving up his phone to Gresia.

Gresia received Adrian's phone with trembling hands. Hearing Akeno's name, her heart suddenly became very fragile. Her tears could not be shed anymore.

Akeno turns the call into a Video call. Although only illuminated by the light of fire, Akeno could clearly see the clear circles on Gresia's cheeks. Her net scanned the pale face in front of her with a sick feeling.

His jaw hardened, his eyes full of anger when he saw his wife's face that looked haggard with some scratches. This view makes Akeno really frustrating.

"Sorry baby, you have to experience this incident" Akeno said in a trembling voice.

"Hold on until help comes" Akeno said. Gresia just nodded slowly. There were no words spoken from her lips, only tears that kept dripping while looking at Akeno's face.

"Madamus we have to end the call. The power on the phone is not much." sounds Adrian reminiscent of Akeno and Gresia.

Akeno clucked in annoyance, but she had no choice. It was too dangerous for Adrian's phone to die. His men will have trouble finding their whereabouts.

Akeno looked at his wife's face with an erratic feeling. With her finger she touched the screen of her mobile phone which displayed the face of Gresia's haggard.

"Don't be afraid, Adrian will take care of you." Akeno said. He himself did not know what to say in this situation. His mind was chaotic, his heart was filled with anger.

Gresia nodded again, before Akeno disconnected the call. As soon as the call was cut off, Gresia cried loudly. The pain, fear, also longing made his chest tightens unstoppable. He doesn't care about Adrian. He just wanted to vent the feeling that was squeezing his chest, crying.

Adrian just stood stiff in his place. Not knowing what to do, the sobbing sound of Gresia sounded bitter in her ears.

After letting Gresia cry for quite a while, Adrian came closer. Pouring his handkerchief to Gresia.

"Mrs, sorry it's my fault. I should have checked this place more thoroughly." Adrian said with regret.

Gresia lifted her face, looking at Adrian's face standing straight in front of her.

"It's not your fault. I was wrong, I should have listened to your words." said Gresia regretfully. He really regretted not heeding Akeno and Adrian's words. All this time he thought Akeno was too paranoid.

"Mrs be patient for a moment, help is on the way here" Adrian said again. Gresia nodded, smiling.

An hour later, help arrived. As Akeno ordered, tonight they remain in the forest. Would be dangerous to bring Gresia out in a state of minimal illumination like this. So the troops were in vain around Greesia.

After getting treatment from the medical team who came with Akeno's troops. Gresia rested inside the tent.

Maybe the effect of sleeping pills given when he was treated. Gresia fell asleep quietly until the sun rose in the morning.

Gresia stretched her body which felt all pain. Then slowly opened his eyes. He was stunned when he saw Akeno's face staring at him with such a close distance.

"Away awake?" the baritone sounds very sexy.

Gresia's heart skipped a beat, was she his dream? No, this scent clearly belongs to Akeno.

"Darling, is this really you?" gresia asked with glassy eyes.

Akeno nodded with a smile. "Hmmm." he muttered and grabbed Gresia's body tightly. Caressing his long hair with trembling hands, not imagined by him if only their shot did not miss.

"Sorry dear." he murmured softly. Gresia did not reply, only sobs were heard. Not a frightened cry like last night, but a happy cry she still had a chance to meet her husband.

Akeno herself that night decided to fly her country using a private jet. Business in country A, he left it to Baskoro.

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