So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 4 - You Must Get Married!

“Or you want to order something in this restaurant?” ask Aynur again

“No, Miss. I don't need all that, I'm here to pick up my niece, can I?”

“Yes, of course you can. I'll call him soon.”

Aslan, a handsome, misty-haired man with sea-blue eyes and nose, is Taran's uncle and secretary. The figure of a handsome man who loved his niece so much.

Aynur then called out to Shazia and Zihan who were standing behind him, when the two people had approached, Aynur quietly left from where she was standing.

“Is your true Uncle Zihan?” shazia asked convincingly

“Yes, that's right, Miss, I'm here to pick him up.”

Shazia nodded, then looked at Zihan beside her.

“Zihan, come on, now pack your things above, don't let your uncle wait long.”

“iya, aunty,” replied as she ran towards the top floor.

“Sorry, if my nephew troubles you a lot, Miss,” said the man opened the conversation.

“No, not at all. He's a good boy, his presence is not at all troublesome.”

“It should be me who apologizes to you. Yes, you could say he was a little careless,” replied Shazia who apologized for Aynur's actions.

“No, Papa, Miss. Anyway I was wrong for showing up suddenly,”

Shortly after Zihan returned with a backpack on his shoulder, he approached Shazia and kissed her arm. “Auntie, Zihan came home, yes. Thank you for receiving Zihan,” said the boy in his distinctive voice

“And Aunty, can I come again later?” asked Zihan with a face.

This time Shazia was still made anxious by his behavior, eager to pinch Zihan's cheek that looked puffed up.

“Sure, Dear. You can come here again whenever you want, the door of this restaurant will always be open for you.”

Zihan smiled widely, displaying his white teeth neatly lined up, prancing happily and pulling his uncle's arm to get home.

“Alright Miss, then excuse me now, thank you for keeping my niece.”

Shazia nodded, waiting in the doorway, until the car driven by Zihan and his uncle was no longer visible.

“Zia!”

“Allah, My Lord!” shock Shazia.

“Aynur! You are, why do you like to surprise me”

Aynur laughs, “Sorry, Shazia, I accidentally.”

“Oh, yes, how? Is his uncle Zihan angry?”

Shazia shook her head, “No, she wasn't angry at all, but..”.

“But what, Shazia? Don't make me wait.”

“But that attitude of yours is what pisses me off, you might just sneak away and throw your troubles at me!” sergeant Shazia.

Aynur laughs again, “Yes, I'm sorry Shazia, I feel scared as well as worried if she holds him accountable.”

“Yeah, but still you have to take responsibility for what you did,” Shazia replied.

After cleaning up the restaurant, Shazia went upstairs. There, his gaze was immediately fixed on a red box on the table. He knitted his eyebrows, then approached to take the box, on it was written the name Shazia, it was from Zihan.

It didn't take long, Shazia opened the box. Inside was a letter and a necklace engraved with his name.

‘Auntie, do you like my gift? it's a gift from me because my aunt sincerely helped me. Thank you Auntie, and Oh, yeah, don't work too hard, yeah. In addition to restaurants, aunty should also pay attention to the health of aunty’

Reading the letter made Shazia teary, although he was new to the figure of Zihan, but his nature and behavior made Shazia seem to have known him for a long time.

Just like the day before, after school Zihan went straight to Shazia's restaurant. There he looked around, the restaurant was still crowded with people who came and went. There was doubt in Zihan's mind to enter. He was afraid that his arrival would trouble the aunt.

The door suddenly opened, a woman greeted him with a happy smile. “Zihan, darling. You've come, son.”

“Aibi!”

Zihan ran towards her, he hugged Shazia tightly. Shazia then returned Zihan's embrace, and brought the boy into the restaurant.

“Come, come in Zihan. Today I'm going to introduce you to people who work in restaurants, you don't know them yet, do you?”

Zihan shook his head, he followed Shazia who was holding tightly to his arm.

Elsewhere, in the large Savas family-owned company, a man is seen busy with a lot of files on his desk. The look on his face looked serious, examining the sheet by sheet of paper. While beside him, there was Aslan who was always faithfully waiting.

“Aslan, has Zihan gone home?” tanya Taran opened the conversation.

“Not yet, she called me earlier, said she wanted to go visit restaurant.”

Hearing Aslan's reply, Taran stopped his activity, he looked at Aslan to ask for more explanation.

“What is he to that woman's place again?”

Aslan nodded

Taran snorted in annoyance, “I can't think of his behavior, how could he be so close, to a stranger he just met?”

Aslan who saw the concern of her cousin was smiling little, “Ten easy, Taran, I have investigated the background of the Miss, she is a good person.”

“That's not what I'm worried about, I just don't want her to be so close to a stranger than with her own biological father, Aslan.”

Suddenly the door opened, without knocking on the door an old man came up to the two, he then sat on the chair facing Taran directly.

The figure of the old man was none other than Taran's old father, Derya Selim Savas, that was his name. A figure who always worried about his children and grandchildren without worrying about himself.

“Dad, what made you come here?”

“I want to pick up my beloved grandson, but he's not at school, is he with you? “

“She's not with me, she's gone to play,” Taran replies.

“Play? Where to?”

“Zihan went to visit a restaurant owner who was not too far from his school, Uncle,” explained Aslan.

“What! Really?”

Aslan nodded.

The father sighed, he looked towards Taran who had resumed his work.

“That's why you should get married soon, Taran. So that at least your son has a mother figure who can educate him.”

“As long as he has a father and nothing short of anything. She doesn't need a mother figure in her life, Dad.”

“That's in your opinion, Taran. Have you ever asked him?”

“If there is nothing important to talk about you better go home, Dad. You have to take care of your health, don't think about the things that make you sick.”

“Dad just wants you to be happy, Taran. Don't dwell on the past.”

“It's not easy to forget the past, Dad. My life is enough with the presence of Zihan. Don't worry too much about us!”

“Alright, maybe you refuse now. But make sure sooner or later you'll marry the girl you chose!” Derya immediately moved out of her place and left Taran's room.

Taran did not discuss this, he remained indifferent to his own work.