Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: 304- Greek God

(One year later: After Rafael’s death)

Making a pout, Talia woke up and stretched her body in bed. She yawned loudly but then quickly clamped her hand over her mouth when she sensed a presence right outside the room through the open door.

She blinked and completely changed sides propping herself on her elbow until her eyes fixed on the man right outside her house. He was at it again.

Barefoot.

Muscles straining as he lowered himself into another pushup. His body had changed so much ever since they found him one year back by the shores of Ashoa River.

He was unconscious and barely breathing.

Every morning it was the same. After a few sets of push-ups, he would jump straight into squats. The way his legs used to bend effortlessly; each motion showed the strength he had built in such a short time.

Without a break he would move to lunges, alternating his legs with expertise.

Talia couldn’t believe that he was the same frail man whom they discovered one year back. He was not only stabbed in the stomach, but his head hit the rocks in the water.

He stayed unconscious for four months and then despite the healer telling him that he needed to take it easy, he started these vigorous activities.

The memory loss had taken a toll on his mental health. These exercises used to keep him diverted from the issue that he could remember nothing about his past life.

Without looking away, she called in a whisper, "Mala? You awake?"

Behind her, a sleepy groan emerged from the same bed, "What is it?"

"He’s at it again," she muttered, "Every morning... his body seems like it’s getting stronger than before."

She said dreamily. Mala must have gone back to sleep, but now Talia was staring at the ceiling above.

Sometimes he would wake up after midnight, almost screaming in frustration, and go out to exercise. With the help of a neighbor boy, he grabbed a jute bag, filled it with sand, and started practicing on it treating it like a punching bag.

Talia got up and went to the bathroom. It was a small village where basic necessities were scarce.

Talia lived in a one-room house with her father and little sister. Her father was the one who found this man near the lake.

No villager wanted to take responsibility, but her father stuck to his decision. He not only got him treated but also sold his collection of bicycles to get him treated by a good doctor from the closest city.

All his friends tried to warn him not to let him live inside the same house where his daughters resided, but he didn’t listen to them.

"My daughters are my responsibilities. Stop worrying about them," this was the politest shut-up call he gave to his fellow villagers.

When Talia came out of the bathroom, he was doing planks.

Seeing him in a vest and a pair of old cotton trunks, Talia gulped down her saliva. Those strong arms and strong legs were made to worship.

Sometimes she felt, he didn’t belong to this world. Do Greek Gods really exist?

She placed some bread on the plate in front of her on the floor and started eating it. They couldn’t afford coffee but made fresh tea with the tea leaves available in their village.

The electricity was available, but it was rarely there.

After a few minutes, Mala joined her in breakfast, "Stop being a creep, Talia. Thank God he never called the police on you," She hissed at her softly.

Talia didn’t even bother to listen to her younger sister. The man was deliciously handsome.

Fun fact was, all those people who stepped back from his treatment, their daughters had now started visiting their house even more.

The stranger never bothered to even look at any of them, but Talia and Mala had become the center of attention. And both the girls were enjoying it.

In a one-room house, it was easier to look outside when the main door of the house usually stayed open. The clearing in front of the house was used as his exercise space now.

Mala took out the bread from the brown paper covering and started eating it, "Push-ups, squats, lunges..." Talia told her in a whisper, "Every day it’s the same routine. Have you noticed his muscles? They have filled out."

This time Mala also looked outside and agreed with Talia. The man was a treat to the eyes.

"Yesterday, Aan was asking me if we could rent him out to her for one night! He—he," Talia started giggling like a fool, but Mala didn’t like it.

The handsome man never tried to do anything indecent. He treated Talia with a polite but formal smile, yet he did show a little bit of warmth to Mala.

Sometimes at night he would hold his head and shout in anguish and frustration. At that time, even their father couldn’t control him.

The annoyance the pain... that he didn’t remember anything about his past, sometimes used to get too much.

"Give a shut-up call to Aan," Mala said applying butter to the bread, "It’s a miracle that he is breathing. Papa says he’s lucky to even be alive. That wound on his head ... I was sure that we would lose him. The guy has got some willpower."

The man had now gotten up and was wiping the sweat with a small washcloth.

Talia swiped her tongue on her lips. The way he was wiping his sweat, it was too se*xy.

She jumped when a light punch landed on her shoulder, "Ouch!" she started rubbing it with a pout.

Mala was glaring at her, "Stop eyeing the man like he is a feast. Have some respect and shame!"

Don’t they have a dining table? He thought silently.