So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 27 - About Zihan
The next day, on a clear day. Defne and Zihan went to visit Shazia's restaurant, lucky that there were not many visitors that day so Defne could freely talk to Shazia.
“Good day, Mama!” greet Zihan who walked over to Shazia.
Shazia who was serving food to visitors also replied without turning her head, “Good afternoon my son, how was your day today, dear?” ask Shazia.
“Everything went well mama.”
“Oh, right—“ Shazia's words were interrupted when he saw Defne standing next to Zihan.
Shazia's eyebrows shot up, puzzled by the old woman beside Zihan.
“You seem confused who I am. I am your future mother-in-law Shazia,” said Defne smiling knot.
“Ah, then greetings, Madam. Let's sit down,” Shazia replied while cleaning one of the tables and told the two to sit there.
“Sorry to interrupt your working time Shazia.”
“No papa, Mistress. Anyway today not too many customers.”
“Actually I'm here to see what my son-in-law's face looks like, and also to talk about marriage.”
At the same time Aynur who knew about the arrival of Defne immediately brewed tea and served on the three.
“Thank you, Aynur,” reply Shazia.
“Thank you for your tea, Miss,” said Defne.
Aynur nodded then left his third table.
“You are truly beautiful, and an independent woman, you are indeed a match for my son.”
“Do not praise like that Madam, I am an ordinary woman who is far from beautiful and not as perfect,” Shazia replied.
“Don't call me madam, call me mother,” replied Defne
“Good, i, mother me, in-law,” reply Shazia stammered.
Defne smiled hearing Shazia call him.
“So Shazia wedding will take place on Friday.”
“Hari Friday? Did you mean I-mom Friday this week?”
“Of course, faster is better.”
“T-but I haven't prepared everything how..”.
“Did Taran not tell you yet, everything has been prepared by our side. Starting from decorations, food, invitations, and dresses are all ready. Just waiting for the day,”
“So fast? We just met two days ago and the day after the wedding?”
“Of course, why do we delay the time longer? Shazia I know you're surprised, we want you to quickly become the Savas.” family
Shazia fell silent, she nodded.
Defne took out some invitations from his bag, “This invitation is left after we spread out some of it, it's up to you to invite who Shazia.” is
Shazia picked up the red invitation envelope, and was amazed to see the extravagant, carved invitation tied in matching ribbons. Without thinking long Shazia opened it, it was quite strange to see his name engraved on the invitation.
The woman does not believe that soon she will be the wife of someone, Shazia feels everything is like a dream.
“Te, thank you mom,” reply Shazia.
“It seems that's all I can tell you, I hope he's your wedding day is ready.”
“Oh, yes one more thing, tomorrow you and Taran have to go to the boutique for your wedding dress fittings. Maybe at 12 noon he'll pick you up here.”
“And don't forget grandma, I will come with mom and dad,” said Zihan added.
“Yes, you will also come with your mom and dad,” Defne replied.
“Alright, because there is still a lot to take care of, I have to go. Sorry to interrupt your time and thank you for the tea,” Defne said again.
“Ya, Mother.”
“Zihan, let's go,” take Defne.
“No Grandma I want to be in your restaurant only. Grandma alone left,” reply Zihan.
“Ya already then.”
“Shazia I've tipped Zihan to you, I'm sorry this kid bothers you so much.”
“No papa, I-mother-in-law.”
Zihan and Shazia escorted Defne away, both standing in the doorway waving at Defne entering the car.
The two entered again, where they were greeted with a meaningful smile Aynur.
“What is Aynur, why is your face like that?”
“You don't seem to know, who's getting married this week? Zihan told auntie, who will be your Mama?”
“Mama Shazia!” reply Zihan enthusiastic
“That's right, ha, ha.”
“Aynur go back to your job,” Shazia replied upset.
“Mitos where else did you take it Aynur? Come back to your work quickly.
“Yes, naggy magic granny, I go.”
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Time quickly passed, the cold night came back, Shazia was busy preparing the spices she bought during the day. Yes, compared to the night before, Shazia felt calmer this time.
In the midst of his fun, Shazia did not realize if someone was pressing the doorbell, until when the bell rang several times the woman realized.
“Eh, looks like Dad's coming.”
Shazia immediately walked open the door.
“Dad, congratulations da—“
Shazia could not continue his words when he saw the person before him, Shazia's estimation seemed to be wrong not Erhan but Taranlah who came.
“What business did you come here for, Mr Taran?” ask Shazia.
“I want to talk to you,”
“Speaking? Em, then come in. Our master speaks in.”
Shazia immediately brewed the coffee and gave it away.
“This is coffee for you, sir. I'm sorry if I can only serve you bottled coffee, because I don't have as much money to buy expensive coffee as the one at your house,” said Shazia while sitting in a chair directly opposite Taran.
“When do I ask you for expensive coffee?”
“Yes, maybe you'll complain because I only serve coffee packaging.”
“I'm not that bad Miss Shazia, Dan..”.
“And what? You looking for a drink ? Sorry sir here no liquor my restaurant is a halal restaurant.”
Taran silently stared cynically at Shazia.
Shazia who realized it finally started getting serious “All right, mister Taran now what do you want to talk about?” ask Shazia.
“I want to talk about Zihan.”
“You want to give Zihan to me? I will gladly accept it so we don't need to get married,” Shazia replied in a joking tone.
“Even if you beg me I will not give you my son, Miss Shazia.”
Shazia laughed, “Why are you always serious sir? I'm just kidding.”
“Listen to Shazia I will briefly explain it to you, about his mother Zihan.”
Hearing that twinkle Shazia's eyes fixed her seat and began to seriously stare at Taran.
“Zihan he's a child born from my one-night relationship with a woman.”
“Oh, so you mean you did a one night stand?”
“Ya, you could say like that.”
“Someone mixed medicine in my drink, and after that I remember nothing.”
“You don't remember anything you did with that woman in the slightest?”
Taran nodded, “Even that woman's face and name alone I don't know.”
Shazia stared in disbelief at Taran, “Lantas how can you believe that Zihan is really your son with that woman?”
“Whether it is called an inner bond or not, since Zihan came to Savas' residence and I carried him for the first time, I already believed he was my son.”
“And in addition I have never had any contact with anyone other than that woman,”
“Then how about your parents do they accept the presence of Zihan?”
“For the first time not at all, until I did the DNA test as they wanted, and the result Zihan was really my son, only then did they slowly start receiving Zihan.”
“Means all this time you took care of and raised Zihan alone, then with that woman has there been no news until now?”
Taran shook his head and sipped the tea Shazia served.
“That woman doesn't she have feelings? Leaving his son just like that after birth and not one bit worried about his son for 9 years.”
“Want I came and slapped him in the face, maybe Zihan was born not of his desire but what is the sin of the child? The woman she completely forgot her son,” grumbled Shazia.
“Oh, yes, one thing I want to ask you, why did you tell me about this?”
“I just want you to know, so that when you marry me you have no regrets.”
Shazia smiled slightly, “Tak matter how bad your past was, Taran. I'll keep accepting you, I don't care about you in the past, I don't care how bad you were in the past, and I don't care about who Zihan's real mother is. Because when I decided to marry you that's when I received everything about you and Zihan.”
Taran was speechless at Shazia's words, he stared fixedly at the woman and nodded slowly.
After Taran got up from the chair he was in, “It seems there is nothing more we can talk about Miss Shazia, I have to go and thank you for the coffee.”
Shazia nodded, “Ya, and don't forget tomorrow the three of us should go to the boutique for wedding dress fittings.”
Taran nodded, along with that Shazia stood up from her seat and set Taran's departure to the doorstep.