So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 22 - Keep Your Promise
“What! Dad's restaurant went bankrupt?”
With a heavy heart Erhan nodded.
“Ba, how did that happen, Dad? Hasn't my father's culinary efforts been no problem.”
“You know since there is bad news about the cleanliness in the father's place of business, there is not a single visitor who came, dad's culinary business is really quiet because of the fake news.”
“If the situation continues like this father does not know how to pay the salaries of the employees, and again after the news that many scorned his business, father.”
“Who spreads such sloping news?” shazia asked with a worried face looking at the father.
“Dad also did not know, the news spread a lot.”
“Dad is not papa, as much as possible I will try to help you, for the salary of the employees of the father let me pay it.”
“We try to close the news, then we make a statement and the truth, I do not want to go bankrupt just because the news is not true,” continued Shazia.
“Dad tried it no one wants to hear.”
“Dad, I don't want the effort that father and mother have dreamed of destroying a blink of an eye.”
“Dad knows Shazia, but if it continues like this, there is no other way but to close it.”
Shazia looked at the father, he also felt what Erhan felt, he was not willing the effort that had been built with difficulty shattered by the blink of an eye because of the sloping news.
Long enough the two drift in each other's minds. “Alright Shazia it's night, dad should go.”
Shazia stood up from her place and accompanied her father's departure to the doorstep. “Dad, I hope everything is okay.”
“Yes, my daughter's father also hopes so. Now dad's gone, take care of yourself.”
“Yes, dad,” reply Shazia while kissing the hand of the Father.
After her father's departure, Shazia stared at the clock showing at 23:25 p.m. He grunted angrily now he could not sleep because of the news from his father, how he felt so worried in the middle of the void.
“Yes, Allah. Hope dad's business is okay.”
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A bright morning greeted the Savas family, this time all the family members looked complete at the dinner table, yes, the moment was quite rare and only happened a few times, it was a good time, because the busyness of each often makes them miss breakfast.
“Taran how do you work?” tanya Derya opened the conversation.
“All is well,” reply Taran while bribing his food.
“Taran anyone would like father to talk to you.”
“About what?” The man looked at the father.
“Look, I've got a suitable person set up for you, and I want you to meet him,”
“How many times have I told you, Dad. I don't want to be betrothed, and I can manage my own life,” Taran said.
“Dad only wants you to meet him, if you feel you don't fit him then dad won't force you to marry.”
“No, it's enough dad meddle in my life, it's enough just Zihan, I confirm only Zihan and I don't want you to talk anymore about matchmaking,” reply Taran who then stood up from his place.
“Now I have to go take care of yourself.”
After Taran's departure, Zihan who saw the quarrel of his grandfather and father was just silent, he preferred to focus on his own food. Because the child was not willing if the father married a person he did not know.
“It was hard talking to him, so very stubborn,” grumbled Derya.
“Here is Derya, don't force her, now look at your grandson he's been watching us since.”
“Grandfather, can we talk about something else? I'd like to hear a story about you guys, how did you guys meet?”
“I wonder what the story is like, is it the same as Olive's grandfather and Esme's grandmother (shazia's mother)?”
Derya and Defne looked at each other.
“Who is Olive's grandfather and Esme's grandmother?” ask Defne.
“They're Shazia's mom and dad, if I go to a restaurant and meet Olive's grandfather, he'll tell me a lot, I like to hear his story.” reply Zihan.
“Are they good people?” ask Defne again.
Zihan was silent for a moment, his eyes twinkle slowly dimmed, “He is like my real mother,” Zihan continued his words with a hollow smile.
“My grandson you wanted to hear our story right, let's hear your grandfather will tell you,” said Defne who immediately switched the conversation.
“Well, it's true that grandfather will tell you, your grandfather and grandmother used to study at the same campus.”
Yes, Defne was a little surprised at the change of his grandson, a figure who always locked himself up and never wanted to know anything around him now instead asked about the past of the two.
“Defne I'm becoming more and more convinced that she's really fit for our family,” whispered Derya.
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‘Tok, tok, tok!’
“Ya, wait a minute,” reply the owner of the house.
“About who visits this early in the morning?”
Erhan immediately opened the door of his house, and how surprised he was to see who was standing before him. Derya threw a smile as Erhan opened the door.
“Good morning, Erhan!” greet Derya.
“Ah, Mr. Derya Savas, long time no see, come please enter,” Erhan replied while opening the door of his house.
When Derya had sat in the living room of the modest house Erhan immediately served her tea and cake.
“Come please drink, Mr.”
Derya nodded, followed by Erhan who started sitting on the sofa.
“How have you been all this time Erhan, is it okay?” tanya Derya opened the conversation.
“Ya, all is well Sir, then how are you doing?”
“As you can see now. But hearing the news about your efforts, is it true?”
“Em, it seems you already know the news circulating now, yes there are people who spread fake news and it makes the business that has been built almost bankrupt.”
“Sorry, if I'm presumptuous on you, but what made you come see me?” erhan asked directly at the point.
“Yes, I'm here to collect your promise.”
Erhan's brows furrowed, confused by Derya's words, “Promise? What promise Mister?”
“You don't remember? You once promised me that if your efforts were to go bankrupt you would betroth your daughter to my son.”
Erhan was aghast, wasn't it just a joke, and again he had also paid all his debts. “T-but I've already paid all my debts on you, and as long as it pays me there's never a problem, so how can all of that still apply.”
“Promise is still Erhan's promise, in the agreement letter you signed, you never mentioned only during repaying the debt, but you said if your efforts go bankrupt you will betrothed your daughter.
Erhan was speechless, did he not know it was just a joke then why he took his words seriously, and again his debt had long paid off.
I know you're the wrong way, but for my family's sake I'll try whatever I can. Dery.
“Listen Erhan if you want to marry your daughter, I will help your efforts stand as usual, I dare guarantee there will be no more sloping news about your efforts.”
“I know but—“
“Erhan you always keep your promises, don't you? You've made your daughter a guarantee you have to live it.”
Seeing Erhan still silent, Derya gave the old dossier of their agreement to Erhan.
“Look, even you signed this agreement letter.”
With the letter, Erhan felt his head throbbing even more, very different from Derya who looked relaxed while sipping tea that had been provided.
Why is everything so complicated like this? Erhan.
“Erhan I hope you keep the promise, because if you keep refusing, you can see how your efforts will be made more ruined.” Derya immediately stood up from her place, as well as Erhan who had come to stand.
“For the next time I will tell you when your daughter can meet my son, so before that you must tell her about this matchmaking.”
After that, Derya left, leaving Erhan alone.
“Now how do I solve all this?”