Hadiya was one of your slaves. A slave with not so dark skin, a beautiful face, even if serious, and beautiful hair that was always braided.

Due to her beauty and delicacy, they decided to place her as one of the slaves in the big house. She was in front of you, bringing you tea.

She puts the tea on the table politely, even if his gaze had the usual expression of hatred.

— Sir, I brought your tea.