So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 10 - When Was It Like Before?

Late in the afternoon, his uncle, Aslan, came to pick him up. On the way home, Zihan did not say much, he always turned his eyes to look at the street from the car glass.

“Zihan, your school okay?” asked the uncle to open the conversation.

“All is well Uncle, don't worry,” replied Zihan.

“Really, no problem? You don't want to tell uncle?”

Zihan.

“Alright if you don't want to tell uncle.” Aslan replied.

For a while silence prevailed, until Zihan reopened the conversation.

“Uncle can I ask you something?” asked Zihan with a gloomy face

“Ya, Zihan want to ask what to uncle?”

“Uncle blame a child for not having a mother? Are they so despicable because of that?” asked Zihan hesitated.

Hearing the question, Aslan was silent for a moment, he was confused as to what to answer to his nephew.

“Zihan, it's not Zihan's fault, and it's not insulting. Don't think like that, you have a papa who always loves and takes care of you.”

Zihan was dissatisfied when he heard the uncle's answer, he turned back to stare at the streets.

Arriving at the house of Zihan immediately entered his room, the empty atmosphere made him look pensive again. Although he had forgiven Altan, his words were always ringing in his brain.

Before long, the door of his room opened, displaying the figure of a tall and dashing man, who was none other than Taran.

“Zihan,” call the father.

Zihan, who was sitting beside the window, did not answer at all, and made his father come to him and sit near his son.

“Zihan, dad got a call from the principal, said you were fighting, is that right?”

“If the principal has already said everything, what would Papa want to hear from me again?”

“Dad wants to hear directly from your mouth the reason.”

“Zihan father asked you,” Taran said again when he did not hear the answer from his son's mouth.

“He insulted me, Papa. He said..” Zihan could not continue his words, tears spilled again.

“She said, a-I am a-child tam-pa i-mom,” said Zihan again in stammering.

Zihan wiped his tears out, “I know, I only have you, Papa, but I don't want to hear those words from someone else's mouth. It's up to you to be mad at me, but I'll still do the same to the person who insulted my family,”

Taran was silent for a moment, then sighed, “Listen to Zihan, I won't be angry at what you did, you did the right thing, you defended your pride.”

“Sometimes there are times where we have to fight, but I really hope for you, do not use violence to oppress others.”

“I'm sorry dad, not the perfect dad to, I'm sorry I can't give you much happiness,”

Zihan glanced at the father, he cried and hugged Taran.

“I'm lucky to have you papa, I'm so lucky, what papa said is not true. Papa is a perfect person who always understands about me.”

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The morning came again, on his day off it was seen that Zihan had been wearing neat clothes, as he headed to the dining table, it could be seen that the family members were already complete there.

Yes, his mood had completely changed, it seemed that he had already forgotten about the matter that happened yesterday.

“Good morning my grandson, let's sit next to grandfather!” reply Derya.

Zihan nodded as he sat down beside the grandfather, and picked up the available side dishes. The father who saw his son like that looked relieved.

“Papa, papa today to the office right?”

The father clapped.

“Can't I come? I want to go to Aunt Shazia's restaurant,”

“Yes, I'll take you. But you don't trouble others there,” replied the Father.

“Aunt Shazia? Who is my grandson?” ask the grandmother.

“Grandma, she owns a restaurant, it's a bit far from my school, but I really like to visit her there, it's fun,” reply Zihan.

“Can Zihan tell grandma what kind of aunt Shazia is?”

“Auntie is a good person, she is beautiful, she is hardworking, she is always nice, I am glad to be able to visit her. I so wish she could be my mom, Grandma,”

Defne's eyes widened, interested in the story of the grandson, who would be so good to take care of Zihan without strings attached. Defne had not yet asked further, Taran had invited his son away.

“Zihan you're done eating, let's go,”

Zihan nodded as he got down from his chair.

“Mother, Father. Zihan and I are leaving, take care of your health,” said Taran.

The words were always the same, making Derya just take a look without a glance, as well as Defne who was silent. The father and son left, leaving the couple husband and wife.

After the death of his son Defne's face turned sad, he no longer touched the food on the table, “Derya when would our son return to what he used to be? I miss her so much, miss her laugh, miss her attention, not the words that sound the same every morning.”

Derya looked at his wife, “Defne eat your food, I know how you feel, I feel too. Don't think about it too much Defne, I'm sure one day he'll change.”

“How do I not think about it, Derya? He's our son, every morning for a decade have you seen him talk long to us? We seem to be talking to the statue.”

“I just want him not to be constantly like this, Derya, I want him to be the same as he used to be.”

“Everyone will change in time, Defne. You're too demanding of him, he's grown up now and he's also a father, don't bother him too much. Just give importance to our health. Otherwise, maybe we won't be able to see Zihan grow up,”

Taran drives his car at a speed towards Shazia restaurant, either since when he feels familiar with the woman, just entrusting his son to Shazia.

Arriving at the restaurant, Zihan got down from the father's car excitedly, but when he was about to open the door of the restaurant his spirit instantly disappeared, the restaurant closed and there was no sign of anyone inside.

“Restaurant is closed, and no one is inside, it seems that the aunt is leaving,” Taran said following her son down.

“Yeah, even though I really want to meet aunty,” complained Zihan.

“Then you come with me to the office, Zihan,” said the father again, telling the child to get in the car.

With a heavy heart, Zihan went with his father to the office, which was the thing he disliked the most, because there was nothing he could do but play a gadget and wait for Taran to work.

Throughout the trip Zihan chattered a lot, he was upset to have to follow the father to the office.

“Where did Aunt Shazia go, when I wanted to help aunt work and hear a lot of stories from her.”

“If aunt tells me she's off today, I won't be coming with papa to the office.”