Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 317

Chapter 317: 317- Giana

“Are you Mr. John?” Geena asked the old man who had a pleasant smile on his face while dealing with the customers.

“Yes. How can I help you?” he said taking off his glasses and rubbing his eye with his fist.

For some reason, Geena found the act too innocent for his age.

“We are here for the first time…” She told John, but the annoying man who accompanied her didn’t let her speak.

“Not we. Her!” Ethan pointed to her face, “She is the one who is a first-timer. I have visited this place a few times.”

The fact that he already knew that the bicycles could be rented, made her look at him with rage. He winked and turned away his gaze.

But Geena knew him for the last year. He was Ethan who loved teasing her often.

“You are lucky. Only one is left,” the man gestured towards the bicycle sitting in the corner. Nina asked him the rent and then realized that she badly needed to pee.

“Um… is there any bathroom around here?” She asked John and heard a chuckle from Ethan. However, he suppressed it by clamping his mouth with his fist.

“We don’t have public washrooms here,” he smiled apologetically. Geena felt weird,

“Th-then… how you people…”

“Oh!” John laughed, “It’s the forest around. We sit among the trees…” Geena couldn’t hear it anymore.

This was supposed to be a fun trip. Why were they polluting this pure place?

“Please there must be something. A house nearby, perhaps?” she made an innocent face to get the help.

His companion wasn’t even concerned if she would pee right here.

“My home is nearby,” John walked around the counter and called a boy from outside, “I’ll just be back. I need to take them home.”

Geena looked around while walking behind John. The place was beautiful indeed and the chirping of the birds was adding more magic to it.

“Disney magic!” she uttered.

“Hmm?” Ethan who was walking beside her, leaned in to hear better. Geena slapped his arm.

“Nothing!”

Ethan glanced down noticing the happiness on her face due to the change of place. She needed it. Her mind needed relaxation.

“How far is your home?” he came out of his thoughts when heard her voice. She might be facing problem in controlling her bladder.

Poor girl!

“Such places usually don’t have washrooms,” he whispered, “the offer is still open. This whole green land is your bathroom.”

“Shut up! It’s a picnic spot for so many and then people don’t even feel ashamed to make it polluted.”

Ethan wanted to laugh but then decided it wasn’t a good idea when she was already pissed.

There were small wooden houses scattered there. No proper lanes. Or streets or paths. Whatever was done here, it was done by locals.

“You people open shops on Sundays?” She asked John who was walking ahead.

“Yes,” he looked over his shoulder, “Tourists usually visit on weekends, so weekends are ideal for us. We can easily take some rest on one of the weekdays.”

Geena nodded but then stopped when Ethan groaned beside her.

“What happened?” John also stopped because of them. Ethan was wiping some shitty white stuff from his jacket. He raised his face and gave a mean look to all the birds that were flying above his head.

This time it was Geena’s turn to feel amused, “Ouch!” she whispered.

He wanted to snap at Geena when heard the most outrageous thing from John’s mouth, “It’s a sign of good luck!”

“Huh?” he rose his brow.

“Yeah. Something good is about to happen!” he informed him solemnly and Geena avoided the eye contact with Ethan.

This situation was hilarious.

They at last stopped at the house that was similar to the other houses of Ashua Village.

Two girls ages seventeen or eighteen were standing there whispering and giggling to each other. The moment their eyes met, they nodded at Geena with a friendly smile.

“Mala. Take her to the bathroom,” John asked one of the girls, Geena handed over her purse to Ethan and climbed the few steps to reach the clearing.

A man was there in plank position wearing a black tank top and a cotton trouser. He was all muscular and his long hair was tied up in a cute bun.

Geena looked back at Ethan and gestured with her eyes towards the se*xy man whose face wasn’t visible to them, “He is delicious!”

She muttered under her breath.

“Behave yourself,” Ethan issued the warning in a low voice and gave a smile to the girls who were looking at him in curiosity.

What! Hadn’t they seen a handsome man in their lives? The village didn’t have males?

Geena went to the bathroom and Ethan stood there eyeing the other girl who was constantly looking at the muscular man.

There was a desire in those teenage eyes. Ethan smirked. It meant that the man wasn’t their brother or cousin or a relative.

He wished he could warn John to keep this creep away from his daughters. A teenage girl’s infatuation for an adult man. Gross!

Geena came out with a big smile on her face and rolled her eyes meaningfully.

“Let’s get out of here!” Ethan held her elbow, but she stopped and turned to the girls.

“Thank you so much,” she offered her hand for a handshake.

The girls shook it one by one, “Thank you for having me. I’m Geena and your village is too beautiful. You people are lucky…”

Ethan held her from behind and started pulling her, “Come on!”

“Yeah,” she wiggled out of his arms, “B-bye girls!”

Just then superman who was in the plank position, decided to shift his weight on his palms and got to his feet in one swift motion.

Geena and Ethan thought they had seen a ghost.

“Shit!” Geena felt her breath caught up in her throat, “Raf… Rafael… Sinclair…” she whispered.

Girls’ eyes darted from Geena to Alex and then from Alex to Geena. Alex was also looking at Geena with knitted brows.

“Good God! H…he … is…” she turned to Ethan, pointing towards Alex, “It’s… it’s him…”

Ethan was also standing there shocked. There was stunned silence.

Until Alex spoke, “I’m NOT Rafael…”

“Yes, you are,” Geena had started crying silently, “Y-You are Rafael, and remember… I’m Geena… Nina’s assistant… former assistant…”

Alex was shaking his head, his face had turned hard, “Nah. I know you too. You… you aren’t Geena… you’re…” Alex was panting by now, his hand had shot up to his chest, “You are Giana… I … I know you… Right? G-Giana…”

Geena was standing there in a state of shock.

“G-Giana… You called me …” tears slipped down Geena’s cheeks, “How is it… I mean… how do you know… Oh, God. You remember me… You remember Giana?”