So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 8 - Not Having a Mother

Early in the morning Zihan woke up, he made his bed, and got ready for school. After taking a shower and dressing neatly, Zihan picked up the bag and went downstairs.

“Selamati morning grandpa, good morning grandma, and good morning Papa,” greet Zihan with happy smiling face.

Making three people with different activities look at him, Derya who was busy reading the newspaper immediately looked at her grandson, as well as the father who stopped bribing his food.

It was not without reason, seeing Zihan who suddenly greeted with a happy face, it was quite different from usual. The Zihan they knew would instantly sit at the dining table without greeting, also would only focus on the book he was carrying.

“Pagi, My dearest granddaughter. Come sit down and eat your breakfast,” reply Defne.

“Yes, grandma,” replied Zihan again while pulling a chair adjacent to the Grandpa.

“Zihan, it seems that today you are so different my grandson. Tell Grandpa what happened until you were so happy today?” ask Derya.

“Nothing happened Grandpa, I just feel happy today.” Eating bread on his plate.

“Really! Nothing special?”

“Derya, stop bothering her, let my granddaughter eat quietly,” scolded Defne.

“Yes, chatty old lady, I will not bother your beloved granddaughter again,” reply Derya who re-read the newspaper.

Zihan chuckled at the behavior of his grandparents. He quickly finished the sandwich on his plate.

“Papa, today I'm coming with you, yes,” pinta Zihan.

The father who had spent his food first looked up, “Ya, but spend your food first,” Taran reply.

Not long ago Zihan has stood up from his chair, “Papa I have finished eating, let's go,” take him.

Taran patting, he also stood up from his chair while tidying up the suit and tie he was wearing.

“Mom, Dad, me and Zihan leave. If there is a problem you just call, and do not forget to take care of the health of both of you,” Taran told both parents.

“Yes, go, son. Be careful in driving,” reply Mother.

“Yes, don't worry about us too much, you just focus on your work,” said the Father.

“Grandpa, grandma, Zihan and Dad go, well!” pamit the grandson.

Taran and Zihan get out of the house, and Taran sets off for school.

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In her class, Zihan listened well to the lessons, even appearing to answer some difficult questions from the teachers.

“You're indeed Intelligent Zihan,”

“That's right, you always answer questions correctly,”

“You guys, follow how Zihan in learning, yes.”

Praise is always obtained from the teachers, his intelligence is always envious of his classmates, no exception today, he almost answered all quizzes submitted by the teacher alone.

Until the break came, the children began to go out to play and shop in the cafeteria. As well as Zihan, after lunch, he started to read his book again.

Amidst his engrossing reading, a ball rolled towards Zihan, sending his attention distracted to the ball that ended near his feet. He stared at the ball, then turned to look at the person who kicked it.

“Hei, geeky. Do you enjoy today getting praise and attention from the teacher's mother?” ask the boy in a mocking tone.

“Go, I'm lazy to wait for you!” reply Zihan who re-read the book.

“Oh, I know, you are not satisfied to get the attention of the teacher, so you want to seek attention also with friends in this class, so?”

Zihan still did not discuss the words thrown by the boy named Altan, he was so lazy to react to it.

“Hey, friends see there are people looking for attention with us!” yelled Altan who made the whole class start staring at the two.

Staying uninspired, the boy is getting pissed at Zihan. How he remained indifferent to his book.

“Oh, yes, you don't have a mother, just deserve attention with many people,” Altan said again with a laugh.

Zihan who heard his words, immediately stood up and hit Altan, until a fight ensued between the two, the entire class who saw it was shocked and immediately reported to the teacher.

“I never bothered you, and I never mocked you!”

“Why do you always bother me!”

“You can say anything about me, but not with my family!” shout Zihan.

Before long, the teacher came to break up, Zihan and the boy were immediately taken to the principal's office. There the parents of Zihan and Altan are called.

“Zihan, can you give me your parents' number? I have to call one of them to school.”

Zihan nodded resignedly, he gave his mobile phone to the teacher, “Bu guru can see my father's number there,“ said Zihan.

At the same time Altan's mother came full of anger, she walked arrogantly towards the teacher and the headmaster sitting next to each other.

“How can this happen, Mom!”

“My son is a good boy, he is innocent. How could another kid hit him?”

“I don't accept with what the boy did to my son, you have to take firm steps!”

“Altan is a good boy, he is doing well in this school. But look now, how could he be bullied by another child like this!”

The woman stared cynically at Zihan, “Though the boy's father was the biggest donor in this school, you should take a firm step, Mom!” he said pointing at Zihan.

“Please be patient, Mistress. In this school all students are treated equally, regardless of who their parents are. We also do not know the beginning of their quarrel, then calm your emotions.” replied the Headmaster while pressing the number on Zihan's phone, making the woman speechless.

“What are you parents Zihan, your son got into a fight, can you come to school?”

“Good, I'll wait for your arrival.”

The principal immediately turned off the phone, and gave it to Zihan. Not long before the guards knocked on the door.

“Excuse me, Mom can I come in? I brought the parents of students who want to go here,” said the security guard.

“Ya, sir, please allow the parents of the students to enter,” replied the principal.

The door opened, showing a woman still wearing an apron on her clothes. Yes, it was Shazia, the woman who hurriedly came to school after getting a call.

‘Auntie, why did aunt come? Didn't the teacher call Dad?’ Zihan's.

Zihan, who had been flabbergasted to see Shazia's arrival, immediately checked the call list on his phone, and sure enough, the principal did not call the father, but the aunt.

“Excuse me, Mom, I'm permission to enter,”

“Yes, Mistress, please, you're Zihan's parents right?” ask the principal.

Getting the question, Shazia glanced at Zihan, then glanced back at the headmaster. “Yes, I'm his parents, Zihan. Can I know what problem happened with Zihan?”