Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: 314- Weekend In Ashoa

Talia and Mala were having tea at the small wooden table, Alex made for them. It wasn’t perfect but they all appreciated his efforts.

Right now, he was busy, crouched near the stove, adjusting its burner.

"Alexander. Stop wasting your time on that gunk," Their father joined them at the table. Mala nudged her elbow into Talia’s shoulder when found her staring at Alex.

They all celebrated after they learned that his name was Alexander. According to Talia, the name carried royalty, and he definitely belonged to a royal background.

"I still think the market is best for the fish in the morning, Father," Mala suggested before fetching her father’s cup from the kitchen.

Their father took a sip from the clay cup, Mala had just brought him, "You’re right. The fish will be fresh in the early hours."

Fresh fish was usually available in the market outside the village. John was planning to buy it the next morning, so he needed to leave home early.

Their fish discussion broke when Alexander spoke from the kitchen, glancing up from the stove with a faint smile, "Why there is no TV in the village? Don’t you get bored of each other?"

Mala tried to smile. Electricity problems had discouraged many from buying electronic appliances. However, according to the latest news, the government was getting serious about working on their basic necessities.

When Alexander didn’t get a response, he stopped working and regarded their faces, "I was thinking ... I wish I could gift you all a nice fifty-five inch one."

He got back to his job, while the room went silent for a moment. Mala exchanged a quick glance with Talia and then leaned closer to their father.

"Doesn’t he seem from an upper middle class? Or maybe upper class?" her eyes darted to the man who was engrossed in his work.

Talia placed her elbows to bend ahead, "He looks too polished for this place. I’d bet, he’s got a corporate sector job or something."

John remained still deep in his thought before shrugging slightly, "How about I go to the nearest city and talk to someone? We can get his picture published in a newspaper. His family needs to know he is alive. They must be looking for him."

"Or they must have thought he has died," Mala pointed out and her father agreed.

"Wait, father!" Talia started shaking her head, "You can’t do that. Have you forgotten, he was stabbed in the stomach? Those murderers might get alert, or they might come back to kill him."

John’s face turned pale. They had almost forgotten about that aspect.

"He has enemies," his father remarked weighing his daughter’s words, "but he can’t stay here forever, he needs to be with his family."

Talia thought her heart was sinking. But her father was right. This man didn’t belong here. He was a clear mismatch.

She looked at him, he was now placing the stove on the countertop. There was some clanking sound when he hit the hammer a few times. He tightened the last bolt on the stove and stepped back, "All fixed!" he said, wiping his hands on the rag, flashing them a friendly smile.

A smile to die for. Talia thought with a silly drool on her face. However, she needed to come out of her Lala land when she heard Mala.

"You need to do it smartly, father," Mala gave Alexander a nod when found him looking at her, "Maybe we should talk to some influential personality to keep him safe."

John nodded and got up from the chair. He needed to talk to some prominent person from the neighboring village and then go to the city. Alexander was all healthy now and he could recover from memory loss at his place with his family. It would do him better.