So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 11 - My Beloved Shirt!

In the father's room, Zihan was so bored, for hours he sat still looking at the view from the glass.

“Why is your job done? I want to go home,” asked Zihan.

“Before a while, so be patient Zihan,” replied the father briefly.

“How many times have you answered like that, I'm tired of papa, papa for so long,” complained Zihan.

“Yes, be patient, soon father's work will be finished, do not whine.”

Exasperated with the father, Zihan is back in silence, “Papa sucks!”

Amidst the boredom that struck, Zihan accidentally saw a familiar figure in the crowd, he squinted his eyes from the window, making sure he really knew him.

Zihan's expression instantly changed, he immediately moved and quickly left the father's room. Taran who saw that was puzzled by Zihan's behavior.

“You want to go where Zihan?”

“I'm going away for a while dad!” zihan shouted while running.

The boy came down using the elevator, arriving on the ground floor he again ran towards the location of the figure. To the perverted Zihan fell silent observing the passing crowd, but he quickly found it.

“Aynur Aunt!” yelled Zihan from across the street.

“Aibi!”

“Aynur Aunt!” zihan shouted when he saw Aynur never turning to him.

Aynur who heard someone calling her, turned around to look for the source of the voice, in the middle of the passing people, Aynur's eyes were immediately fixed on Zihan, Aynur smiled and came over to the child.

“Zihan, what are you doing here? And you're alone?” ask Aynur directly.

“No, Auntie, I'm with you to work in that office, because I saw your aunt eat it I immediately came down here,” Zihan replied as he pointed to the multi-storey building behind him.

“Oh, really, auntie thinks you're alone. Aunt almost forgot you're her son Mr. Taran.”

“Aibi, why is Aunt Shazia's restaurant closed today? I was going there, because it was closed and not people I ended up going to work,” said Zihan pursed his lips.

Spoiled speech style makes Aynur anxious. It seemed that this was what Shazia felt when faced with the child.

“It seems that Aunt Shazia forgot to tell you that today the restaurant is off, and she is leaving now.”

“Where did Aunt Shazia go, Bi?”

“She went to the orphanage, auntie also wanted to go following there, do you want to join Zihan?”

Zihan's eyes sparkled and his expression turned happy “Really! Can I come with you?”

“Nona, your order is ready!” call the merchant from across the street.

“Ya, briefly, uncle!” answer Aynur.

Aynur turned back to Zihan, “Of course you can come, Zihan. But you have to ask your father for permission first,”

“Yes, Aunty I will ask permission from papa,” reply Zihan who wants to return to the office.

“Wait, Zihan! We go after eating, yeah. Auntie hasn't had lunch, and have you eaten?”

“I haven't had lunch aunty,”

“Well, good, let's go across, aunt ordered kumpir.”

“What is aunty?”

“Baked potatoes filled with lots of stuffing, you've never eaten them, huh?” aynur asked while holding Zihan's hand and crossing the street.

Zihan.

“Then this time you just tried it, here one of the best places.”

“Uncle please make one more pump with the same stuffing as this,” Aynur pinta on the merchant.

“Good, this is your first order, the second will be made soon.”

After finishing eating, the two entered Taran's office, Aynur delivered Zihan directly to meet the Father in his room.

“Aibi should come with me, otherwise I can not be allowed,”

“Yes, look aunty's coming with you, don't worry your papa would agree to hear Aunt Shazia's name. Oh, yeah how's the pumpkin feel? Delicious?”

“Yes, the cheese and the butter feel together with the potatoes, I like that, but still can not beat Aunt Shazia's cooking,”

“You're a big follower of Aunt Shazia's cooking, yes.”

“Ya of course aunty, really like!”

During the trip the two talked a lot. While on the other hand Aslan had just entered the room, he intended to invite his nephew to go out.

“Zihan come with uncle go, you want to buy ice cream no?” aslan said as he opened the door.

“Ah, He is not in the room, Taran where did Zihan go?” asked Aslan when he found the room there was only Taran.

“She went out, I don't know where the boy went.”

“Taran, aren't you afraid that your son will be kidnapped? you freed him too much.”

Taran looked up, staring lazily at his chatty secretary. “I know Aslan's nature, she won't go far without telling. Rather than you messing with it you better take this ink bottle out, it is quite troublesome if it spills,” Taran said as he pointed at the ink bottle on his desk.

“Ya, alright.” Aslan stepped forward and picked up the ink bottle.

“This ink bottle has no cover, it is very troublesome if it hits your important file, I will immediately throw it away,” replied Aslan who started to turn around and step away carrying the ink bottle.

“Alright Taran, I'll be back to the space—“

Not having time to finish his words, Aslan who did not look towards the front, accidentally hit Aynur who wanted to enter the room.

Right in front of the open door were the two men stabbing each other, causing the ink held by Aslan to spill onto Aynur's clothes.

Aynur was instantly speechless to see the clothes he was wearing exposed to ink.

“Ah, Sorry!” aslan.

“Yes, Allah. My favorite shirt!” Aynur stared cynically then at the man before her.

He's not the uncle Zihan I flush at that time, does he want to repay me? Aynours.

“I know Mister, if I ever douse you, but I didn't expect that you would reply me.”

“Sorry, I was completely by accident,” Aslan said with a guilty face.

“Huh how should I remove the stains?”

“By this shirt I rarely wear.”

“I'll indemnify your clothes, Miss.”

“No, no need, I understand, I was bad at ever watering you, let's just say now we're even,” Aynur reply who re-entered the room with Zihan.

There was a smile on Taran's face that had been watching his second drama.

“Papa can I go to the orphanage with aunt Aynur?” ask Zihan.

“What do you want to do there?”

“I want to catch up with Shazia's aunt, Papa.”

“If you only trouble others there it is better not to.”

“No, Sir. Zihan wasn't troublesome, I took him away. Anyway Zihan will also definitely be involved with the job in the parlour later.”

For a moment Taran was silent, he stared fixedly at his son, then at Aynur who was still trying to clean his clothes with a handkerchief.

“Alright, But remember Zihan, don't trouble others there,” the father warned.

Zihan nodded happily, after getting permission. He took his bag and left the room with Aynur, the plan is he and Zihan will take a taxi to the orphanage.