So Stepmom Son Ceo
Chapter 7 - Sorry
Shazia went down the stairs, she looked around, right as Aynur said, the restaurant has closed and everything has been cleaned up. Shazia continued his steps, he met Aynur who was sitting down to relax playing his smartphone.
“What's Shazia? Why did you come here?” asked Aynur without looking.
“Hm, can I ask you something, Aynur?”
“Sure, what do you want to ask?”
“That, b-can you tell me about his father Zihan?” tanya Shazia stammered.
Aynur immediately turned to hear Shazia's words, his eyes twinkling at his friend with a smile.
“What, I didn't hear wrong right?”
“He, Aynur. Keep your voice down, Zihan is sleeping on top,” Shazia scolds.
“Yes, all right, I get it. So what do you want to know from Zihan's father?” asked Aynur who could not hide her happy expression.
Shazia took a seat near Aynur, he began to tell her what happened upstairs.
“So it is true that the man .. I mean Zihan has no mother, yes I mean—“
“Yes, yes, I understand what you're talking about, so you should at times see the hot news in this country, Shazia. Not just cooking recipes,” sela Aynur.
“Not only in this city alone he is famous, but in one country this is due to his charismatic and good looks,”
“Many say his face was so selling to be an actor than a businessman,”
“Aynur please answer the question I just asked, don't tell me anything else,” Shazia replied.
“Alright, Shazia, which Zihan said was true, since birth the child had no mother. Arguably, his father had a one-night relationship with a woman,”
“In short, until now there has been no word on when Mr. Taran was married, many are wondering about Zihan, he is really his biological son or just an adopted son,”
“Of course, Mr. Taran brushed it off he firmly confirmed Zihan as his biological son.”
“A host once asked that, But the master only replied briefly, if his mother Zihan went to pursue her career,”
“Ya, Mr. Taran never involved his family members to enter the media news, so not much information is obtained about his family.”
“That's why I was so surprised to learn that Zihan his biological son is Mr. Taran.”
“Oh, yes, there are also many rumors that say that Mr. Taran until now is still not married, because he is still waiting for the arrival of birth mother Zihan, you could say he loves the woman,”
Hearing Aynur's explanation, Zihan's pity comes to Shazia's mind. Drifting in thought, Shazia paid no more attention to what Aynur said.
“Hei, Shazia. You hear me or not?”
Shazia jerks, “Ah, Yes, Aynur, I heard. It felt really guilty saying that to her,” Shazia complained.
“Hmm, not papa Shazia. You don't know, after all, Zihan is so close to you,”
“Alright, Aynur. I want to see it upstairs, if there's anything, just call me, yeah.”
“Yes, go, Shazia. Anyway you're just interrupting my time,”
Shazia stared cynically then, “Ya, Aynur. Whatever you say. Next time I'll interrupt more of your time,” Shazia replied.
Shazia who returned to the top floor also found Zihan, long time he looked at the slumbering child. He took a chair and sat down near Zihan, stroked the boy's hair slowly and kissed him on the forehead.
“I'm sorry aunt, Zihan. Auntie doesn't know about your life. But aunty promised, that aunty would tell you what a mother's affection felt like.”
Soon Aynur catches up with Shazia while running small, making Shazia's attention on her. “What's Aynur?”
“But Zihan is sleeping,”
“How difficult it is for you to carry Shazia, I'm sure Zihan won't wake up because of it,”
Shazia nodded, slowly carrying and carrying Zihan downstairs, while Aynur tidied up Zihan's bag and caught up with Shazia.
Taran, who saw Shazia descending while carrying his son, prepared, and immediately moved Zihan to his carrier.
“Sorry, my son is a lot of trouble for you,” Taran said.
“No papa, I do not mind him, precisely his presence here really makes the restaurant more crowded,” Shazia replied.
“Thank you, I don't know what to reply you with,”
“No need, Sir. With his presence here it is enough to make me so happy.”
“One more time thank you. Em, can I know your name?”
“You can call me Shazia,”
“Nona Shazia, thank you,”
Shazia patted, seeing Taran about to take a step, he stopped her.
“Em, Sir. I hope you don't think of me as a stranger anymore, and if you're busy, Sir can leave Zihan on me.”
Shazia's words made Taran pause for a moment, he then nodded slowly. Shazia's smile seemed to be on his charade.
Aynur gives Zihan's bag to Taran, then stands behind Shazia. When the father and son's car had left the restaurant area, Aynur's face looked happy.
“Shazia, who was acquainted, ha?” Aynur Goda.
“Aynur you are!”
“What? I'm right, look at two lovebirds already acquainted with each other. I'll tell Dad later,”
“What! Aynur is right, you are!”
The irritated Shazia leaves Aynur.
“Look at someone who was upset apparently,” joked Aynur while laughing.
On the other hand, Taran who had reached home immediately brought Zihan to the room. He threw his son into the bed, and covered him. But Taran did not immediately leave his son's room, he sat down beside Zihan and stroked his son's hair.
Taran loves his son so much, he knows that he is so selfish, he doesn't even have enough time for Zihan. But Taran still strives to be a good father, who gives anything for his son.
“I'm sorry, Dad. Even other people pay more attention to you than your own father,”
Taran stood up from his place, walked up to the window and looked up at the night sky, he sighed, calming the gloomy feeling that had crept over him since.
Somehow Shazia's words always came to her mind, a stranger who had just gotten to know her son, but was already so close.
“Is it true that dad said, that Zihan misses mother figure?”
Taran did not think of getting married, when Zihan came home for the first time, that's when he felt black and white his life back in color, as if all the problems he faced were gone.
And the hope that grew again to always make Zihan happy, making him never think of getting married.
The past is also a second factor for him. Unknowingly, he remembered his dark days. Hearing the ringing of the phone, making him flinch from the daydream, he immediately pulled the curtains and left Zihan's room.
“How hard it is to throw away that bad past,” grumbled Taran.
