So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 3 - Spanking

‘Praakkk!'

A pretty violent slap landed onto Taran's cheek.

"The slap is pretty good landing on your face, sir. To let you know how to respect others!”

With fiery eyes, Taran looked at the annoyed Shazia.

“Why? Are you surprised to see this lowly woman behave?”

“Listen Sir, I've never wanted your money, let alone know you, how can you recklessly accuse others like that?”

“While as rich and famous as you are, Sir. You can't underestimate let alone underestimate others, your treatment is bad enough to be called human!”

“One thing I need to affirm to you, I am not a kidnapper and I sincerely help your son!”

“And this, I don't need it!” While throwing all the money in his arms to Taran's face.

Shazia passed away later, when he turned the hair he had let loose it shook on Taran's face.

Now that an angry fire filled the man, he stared in annoyance at the departing Shazia,

Shazia who turned to Taran then pointed her middle finger at him. “Fu*k!”

“Women Sia*an,” umpat Taran

Taran then opened the car door violently, inside he was greeted with laughter of his son.

“How's Pa? Is Papa very happy to meet that aunt?”

“Good Zihan, you played your father.”

“I'm not playing you Pa, I just want Papa to meet that brave Aunt alone,” reply Zihan who is still laughing.

That aunt, she was completely different from the many women who approached papa. Zihan

Taran starts the car and leaves the place. On the other hand, Shazia who had returned, quickly locked the restaurant and went to the second floor.

“Annoxious, I hope I don't see anyone like that again for the rest of my life!”

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The day changed, early in the morning Shazia had woken up. He seems to be cleaning a room that is not that big. Yes, a small space divided in two between the room and the balcony Shazia made his residence.

The truck...!

The sound of the door opening suddenly shocked Shazia.

“Gosh! Aynur, when did you come here? You surprise me.”

“Ha, ha, sorry Shazia I accidentally surprised you. I thought you were still sleeping,” reply Aynur.

“Yes, so what made you come to me here?”

“The vegetable truck has come, he gives a lot of fresh vegetables for us Shazia, and of course I am here to ask for the payment.”

“Oh, he has come, well, give this to him Aynur and don't forget to say thank you to him,” Shazia said while giving some money sheets to Aynur.

“Ya, I'll tell him later.”

Shazia's busy days begin, dabbling in restaurant affairs every day without getting bored in the least. The routine Shazia has been doing for more than five years.

Like ordinary days, this time Shazia was preoccupied with customers, he did not feel the time that continued to roll.

“Aibi!”

“Aibi!”

“Aibi!”

The familiar voice kept calling out to Shazia, which made Shazia turn towards the source of the voice.

“Zihan?”

Shazia walked outside the restaurant, she saw the boy standing there.

“Zihan, what are you doing here baby? Are you lost again?” ask Shazia.

Zihan shook his head, “No, aunt, I'm not lost anymore, today I want to pay a visit to your restaurant, Auntie, can you?”

Shazia looked back, the restaurant was still filled with customers.

"Of course you can, but did your parents allow you?"

Zihan who was waiting for the answer smiled happily, he casually replied to Shazia's words, "Auntie, Papa let me come.”

“Alright, then now you go upstairs. Aunty will meet later, the restaurant is still very full now, aunty has to work.”

“Good, Aunt Shazia!”

With Shazia's orders, Zihan went upstairs. Just like when he first entered the restaurant, Zihan kept staring at his surroundings.

“Well, Zihan, this second floor is where auntie lives, you can play wherever you like. You can read the books on this balcony,” Shazia said as he pointed at a nearby bookshelf.

“And if you feel bored or want to sleep, you can go to aunt's room.”

“Good, Auntie, thank you for allowing me to come here, Aunty.”

Shazia smiled, “Sweet child, you don't have to thank me. Aunty is happy if there is someone who wants to visit the aunt's residence, and aunt does not feel any objection to it.”

“Alright, now auntie has to go downstairs, play as you like here, yes.”

“Good, Bi.”

After Shazia's departure, Zihan who only himself seemed to approach a nearby bookshelf, he picked up one of the fairy tale books and sat on the balcony chair.

In the midst of his ardent reading, Zihan was startled by the arrival of an old man. The man with the green suit and white hair that almost filled his head was staring at Zihan from head to toe.

“Zihan, Is your name Zihan?” ask the old man.

Zihan who heard his name was called hurriedly nodded.

The man approached, and he sat down in the chair opposite Zihan. Zihan who still did not know who the man was, always stared at his movements.

The man laughed at Zihan's behavior. “Why are you looking at me like that, son? Don't worry or panic, I'm not the bad guy who's gonna eat you.”

“It seems you still don't recognize me, huh? Alright, I'll tell you, my name is Erhan Altair. You can call me Olive's grandfather, people around here always call me that, and Shazia is my daughter.”

Zihan nodded back.

Erhan Altair, he is a culinary entrepreneur. He is also the only father and family Shazia has. Every busy job he did, he would visit his daughter to a restaurant.

“Why does grandpa call quite different from real name, grandpa?” ask Zihan.

“Ya, it's not without reason—“

Erhan's words came to a halt, when she saw her daughter coming with a tray containing two cups of tea and Baklava.

“Dad, this is the tea and snack you have.”

“Ya, thank you, My daughter.”

“Sama-sama, Father,” Reply Shazia.

“And this is for you Zihan,” said Shazia, while giving one of the teas to Zihan.

“Thank you, Aunty.”

Shazia nodded, “Zihan, you wait here with Olive's grandfather, yes. Aunty will be back after aunt's work is done, no papa right?”

“No papa, Aunty. I know if Aunt is still very busy now”

Shazia smiled faintly, then pinched Zihan's cheek. “Alright, sweet boy, wait aunty, yes.”

Shazia returns to her job, leaving Zihan and her father on the balcony.

“Good, where do we talk Zihan?”

“Until grandfather wants to explain to me, the reason why grandfather called grandfather Olive”

“Yes, Zihan, you can see the answer on top of my head ini” Erhan said, while showing the almost bald hair in the middle.

Zihan laughs at Erhan's hair, “Then what does that have to do with the baldness that grandfather experienced?” ask Zihan

“Yes, because of that, I often lubricate my hair with coconut oil. That's why people around here call grandfather Olive” grandfather

Zihan nodded his head in understanding, he so enjoyed his conversation with Erhan, all as if it were flowing just like that. The funny stories that Erhan told sometimes made him laugh, he did not even feel foreign to the new atmosphere.

“Oh, yes, Zihan, grandpa wants to know. What attracted you to come here?”

“Mm, Grandpa. I came to see Aunt Shazia. I came here because I wanted to give Bibi” something

“You want to give him a gift, why?

“Color yesterday I got lost around here, and aunt helped me.”

“Oh, yes. What gift would you like to give her?”

“Of course it's grandfather's secret, I won't tell anyone,” reply Zihan.

“Hey, what are you two talking about, it seems so exciting?” shazia asked who suddenly appeared. He came near to both.

“Aunt, here? Is aunt's job done?”

“Sure, Dear. Aunty's job is done, so we can play together.”

“Shazia dad wants to ask you what time is it?”

“At 17:00 pm, Dad. What's wrong?”

“Yes, means it's time for dad to go home, Shazia”

“Daddy already wants to go? Why so fast?

“Yes, there are many jobs waiting for dad at home.”

“Well, I can't do anything then, see you, Dad. Be careful on the road.”

“Yes, see you, my daughter. I promise you tomorrow I will come to visit you again,” said the Father, hugging his daughter.

“Ya, Father.”

After the Father. Shazia also talked a lot with Zihan, although the conversation did not take long. But Zihan was so happy to hear the words of Shazia and her father.

On the other hand, Aynur was busy mopping downstairs. He did not hear Shazia and Zihan coming down from above. He kept mopping while listening to music in the ear.

“Aynur!” call Shazia.

“Aynur!”

“Aynur.!”

“Ah, yes, what is Shazia? Sorry I didn't hear you.”

“Aynur, I just want to make sure, is the supply of meat and fish still enough?”

“Yeah, our supplies are almost out. But you take it easy Shazia, I've contacted them to deliver meat and fish tomorrow” reply Aynur, while lifting the pail of peeling pel.

Aynur then opened the door of the restaurant, without seeing it he just threw the water to the front door.

“Uncle! Jesus, uncle you're soaking wet!”

“What, Zihan? You call me Uncle? Aunty, you should call me auntie, Zihan. Not uncle!” aynur said.

“Aynur he did not call you, try to look back, you will know,” Shazia said with a difficult expression to explain.

Aynur frowned, not understanding the attitude of the two people before him. He lazily looked back, and how surprised he was afterwards.

He immediately turned around and reflexively hid the bucket behind his back

“Ya, Sir. What can I help you with?” ask Aynur while smiling.