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