So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 43 - Photos

After the bath, Shazia went downstairs, as usual he would busy himself in the kitchen to cook breakfast and then eat together.

Just like the usual days, this time Taran skipped breakfast, but Shazia did not mind it, he was happy to eat with his son and in-laws.

After that, the woman drove the child to school and then went to her restaurant. While Derya and Defne both relax at home.

Arriving at the Shazia restaurant found all employees had come and started working, not to lose Shazia also immediately started her daily work.

Serving and presenting is Shazia's job, with a carefree face welcoming customers who come.

Time was rolling, it was almost nightfall, and Shazia's restaurant had just closed.

“Huh, Shazia today is very tiring yes, a lot of customers are coming.”

“You're right Aynur, but it's good, our profit will be further increased this month.”

“Yes, do not forget to give a bonus for us,” reply Aynur who did not turn a little from his phone.

“Mama I'm done showering, let's go home,” take Zihan while going down the stairs slowly.

Shazia and Aynur turned to look at Zihan simultaneously, seeing that Zihan's appearance certainly invited Aynur's laughter.

“Jeez, Zihan why would you want to wear such old school clothes?”

“Shazia can-can you go back to making it like that, ha, ha,”

“Auntie you always laugh at me, after all this is good,” protested Zihan.

“It's nice seeing you like it makes aunty remember the little mas aunty, ha, ha.”

“Auntie you are so evil, I am annoyed with you,” reply Zihan while turning his face away from Aynur.

Aynur's laughter grew when he heard Zihan's answer.

“No papa, mama's son is still handsome no matter what his clothes are,” Shazia said while tidying up his son's clothes.

“How else, mom forgot to bring your clothes from home,”

“Not papa Mama, anyway the clothes are comfortable to carry sleep.”

Shazia smiled at Zihan's reply, how much her son was always trying to follow and like whatever Shazia did for him.

“Let's mama now we go home, I want to do PR at home.”

“Yes, let's go home,” Shazia replied while installing her sling bag.

“Hey, you guys want to just go home and leave me here so, wait for me!” shouted Aynur who immediately cleaned up his things.

“Come aunty fast, mom will lock her door.”

“Heh, You guys look out, yes.”

Aynur immediately ran outside.

“You two deliberately conspired to set me up, huh?”

Shazia and Zihan laughed.

“Who told you very late,” Shazia replied while locking the door of the restaurant.

“Then in exchange you have to drive me home,”

“Yes, yes, alright, we will take you home.”

Shazia gets on the bike where Aynur sits in the back and Zihan sits in the front.

“Mama, you can take us right?” asked Zihan who felt the mother's motor was cramped.

“Of course you can, Zihan take it easy, pitch ahead, Zihan will definitely like.”

The three began to penetrate the urban hustle and bustle with moderate speed, the wind blowing loudly as if adding to his distinctive impression that night.

“Shazia stop!”

Hearing Aynur's screams made Shazia stop her vehicle. “What's Aynur, what's the problem?”

“Aynur you are, I think there is a problem.”

“He, he, I'm sorry Shazia, it seems so good to eat Waffle in this kind of atmosphere.”

Although somewhat upset, Shazia agreed, “Alright, come on, next time don't shout like that anymore, it surprises me Aynur.”

“Ya, yes I'm sorry.”

Shazia parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, the three then bought a Waffle and ate it there while staring at the scenery.

“The atmosphere of the night is indeed very beautiful, yes. Moreover, seeing the scenery from the river bank like this, really very soothing feeling,” said Aynur while eating Waffle.

“Aunt is right, it's fun once.”

“Yes, Aynur relax like this is indeed fun.”

Shazia then looked at her son, smiling when she saw Zihan smiling.

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At exactly 08.00 pm, Shazia and Zihan just returned home, when entering their second house greeted by Defne who was relaxing in the living room.

“Tumben you guys came home late?” ask Defne while sipping tea.

“Ya, today happens to be a restaurant being crowded, mother-in-law.”

“Oh, so,”

“Grandma try to see my appearance, please?” asked Zihan who came to the grandmother.

Defne who initially paid less attention to it was staring at the granddaughter at the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. The old woman laughed at the appearance of Zihan who was like that.

“Zihan, grandson. Where'd you get a shirt like this?”

“Mama who gave it, grandma knows this historic dress, this is mama's shirt when small.”

“Yes, because I forgot to bring Zihan's clothes, I was forced to tell him to wear my childhood clothes first,” Shazia explained as she walked over to the two.

“Seeing Zihan wearing a shirt like this reminds me of Taran as a child, he looks a lot like his father,” Defne replies with a face that should be mixed with longing.

“Zihan, granddaughter can grandma hug you?”

Zihan nodded, he leaned closer to Defne and hugged her Grandma. Defne hugged Zihan tightly while rubbing the grandchild's back.

“Grandma can you let go of your embrace I have difficulty breathing,”

Shazia could hardly help but laugh at Zihan's words, but she kept trying to look calm.

“Oh, forgive grandma, grandson,” Defne immediately took off his embrace.

“No papa grandma, I know grandma misses the past. Oh, yeah, Grandma, can I see a picture of papa when he was a kid?”

“You want to see it, then sit next to grandma,”

Zihan nodded, he immediately sat down beside Defne, while the woman immediately called the waiter to pick up the album book in her room.

“Shazia do you want to see it too? Come sit beside me.”

Shazia complied, sitting to Defne's left, and before long the waiter came back with an album book. He immediately gave it to Defne.

And sure enough, when Defne opened the album book, there was a photo of Taran in his childhood. From children to teenagers with different backgrounds.

“Look at Zihan, this photo is really similar to you right.”

Shazia notices a photo that Defne points to, in the photo Taran is still the age of Zihan, he is wearing the same model of clothing that Zihan is wearing now, by holding the book in hand and looking seriously at the camera.

“Zihan is really similar to his father, yes, mother-in-law.”

“It's not like Shazia anymore, but it's really a clone of it.”

Zihan was amazed to see the picture of the father, he could not believe his face was very similar to Taran