Love and Justice's
Meet Hasina Zidane

Manhattan New York

This afternoon Omar picked up Nadya from his office to be invited to his mother's house in the west side area of Manhattan. Nadya and Omar had asked their respective bosses for permission to go home sooner and now they were on their way to Hasina Zidane's mother's house.

"I don't speak Arabic, Omar. Just can read the Quran using the Latin translation." said Nadya to Omar who drove his car.

"Honey, my mother has become a citizen of the United States and everyday we talk in English and rarely use Arabic."

"Is there a Feme?" ask Nadya.

"You know Feme?" Feme is the younger cousin of Omar Zidane. (Read Pursuing the Love of Savrinadeya and Raveena plus The Bianchis ).

"It's not too familiar because Veena ever introduced us" replied Nadya.

"Feme was married and moved to Oregon, followed by her husband who was a soldier there."

"Lha at Bu Hasina's house who is OZ?"

"on its own. All of her foster children are out of the house because they work and get married. So now mommy's enjoying her own life."

"You're not accompanying Ms Hasina? Why don't you come with Omar? Poor alone."

"The problem is Nadya, mommy has a community there. My apartment in Lower Manhattan, mom's west side and I often come home late or it's not even clear if there's a weird case. My apartment is all individualist, my mother's apartment has many Egyptians. So my mom didn't feel alone because there were so many friends there."

Nadya nodded.

"Why did you buy Morr and Louis Vuitton?" ask Omar.

"What matters is not Hermes !" reply Nadya manyun.

***

Hasina Zidane Apartment on the West Side of Manhattan

A woman who had a face similar to Omar but with an old version, was seen in front of the apartment door after carrying several cantons and was about to open the apartment door.

"Mom!" call Omar Zidane makes the woman turn her head.

"Ommar? Thank God you have come. Mom thought you couldn't come, Son" Hasina smiled as she hugged Omar who came over.

"Let's go in... My God, is this what Nadya's called?" Hasina saw a beautiful girl behind Omar with two paper bags.

"Assalamualaikum Mrs Zidane's. I'm Nadya Blair" Nadya smiled as she kissed the back of Hasina's gawking hands looking at the well-mannered girl she said was her only son's lover.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Oh, my God, you are beautiful..." Hasina hugged Nadya. "Let's go in. Come in." The three entered Hasina's apartment and Nadya could see how the nuances of Egypt and Islam were very thick there.

Omar closed the apartment door and took Nadya to sit down. The girl nodded and sat down on the sofa in the middle room. Her brownish green eyes looked at the photos of Omar along with her parents and looked so geeky.

"This is your father?" nadya asked while pointing to a photo that was on the nightstand.

"Yup. That's mydad. Unfortunately, he couldn't see me graduate from Quantico's education due to a heart attack while at work. My father was a supervisor of retail goods distributors in the Bronx."

"Oh ... I'm sorry..." Nadya looked at Omar.

"What a nadya. It's been over ten years ago."

"Come, we'll eat" Hasina asked while removing food from the oven and Nadya chose to help the woman who gave birth to Omar.

"I help you, Mrs Zidane?"

"May darling. Please bring the plate on top of the leftmost cabinet cabinet" Pinta Hasina and Nadya went to the kitchen.

"Ommar..." Hasina whispered to her son.

"Yes mom?"

"I like her. She's beautiful and looks just as dear to you."

Omar just smiled. "I'm so glad mommy likes Nadya."

Nadya came with three plates and three glasses which were then arranged at the dining table.

"Well, is this Mrs Zidane?" nadya asked as she looked at the food on the dining table.

"This is called falafel, made from mashed and fried chickpeas and then eaten with tahini sauce. If this kebab and kofta and dessert Om Ali are similar to creme brulee in France" explained Hasina.

"Kabab and kofta... The kind you're making, Omar?" ask Nadya.

"Yup."

"Enak ! I even added" replied Nadya as it is.

"Let's sit down and start the show." Omar invited his two favorite women to sit down and start praying.

"God thank you today my mommy was given age and the opportunity to meet her future daughter-in-law... May my mommy always be healthy, given a long life and a lot of barokah. Aamiin's." Omar looked at Hasina who seemed moved by her son's prayer.

"Aamiin" said Nadya and Hasina together.

"Let's eat first, cold is not good" asked Hasina.

***

"So you guys first met in Mexico? And Nadya was the pilot?" Hasina looked at the beautiful girl who was enjoying her dish with a look of disbelief. "Are you Nadya's pilot?"

"Yes Mrs Zidane. Me and my brother, Nelson, are licensed international pilots."

"Wait... Are you Travis Blair's daughter? That famous lawyer?" ask Hasina.

"Rubber."

"So you're still Raveena's brother?"

"Veena my real cousin."

"Oh Astaghfirullah's... The world is narrow Omar. You're in love with Veena's cousin. Where is Veena now? The boy asked for forgiveness. Are you married?"

"Veena is married and now lives in Turin with her husband bang Alexis. One kid, dude. Feme has moved to Oregon, Mrs Zidane?"

"You know Feme too?"

"We met while watching a movie with Veena."

"So you guys meet in Mexico keeps getting close and ... In Hongkong?" Hasina looked at Omar.

"Me and Nadya were imprisoned together" Omar replied casually.

"Oh my God. But they are cruel ! Mommy doesn't think Omar, how they sold organs to the black market !" Hasina stroked his chest.

"Humans are far more cruel than even wild animals" Nadya murmured.

"You're a lawyer, Nadya? There must be a lot of cases you've handled. How does it feel to stand up for a truly guilty person?"

"I've almost never wanted to make my client disappear from this world so that the earth is reduced to evil people and the keeper of hell dizzy with the many inhabitants there..." nadya replied that Hasina gawked and then laughed.

"Geez, you're the same as Veena. But are you the same bar-bar with your cousin?" ask Hasina.

Nadya looked at Hasina while smiling sweetly. "Mrs Zidane, if our Blair descendants are not bar-bars, it is highly doubtful his genes."

Hasina gawked while Omar was uprooted.

"Oh yes Allah ... " Hasina laughed a little.

***

Hasina stared at two gifts from Nadya that did look simple but Omar's mother knew if the price was wow because the ones Nadya chose were all limited edition.

"Oh my goodness Nadya... These are all limited edition items." Hasina said. "Thank you for the love." The middle-aged woman kissed Nadya's cheeks and forehead. "I really like the gift."

"Thank God that Mrs Zidane likes it" Nadya said.

"Please call it Hasina." (in the United States and western countries, it is common to call parents by name without frills, sir or ma'am).

"I call Aunt Hasina yes, Mrs Zidane. It is not polite to call names. My mommy can pull my ears out like that" Nadya replied with a smile.

"Omar, I like Nadya. He's very funny and knows adab." Hasina turned to Omar.

"Alhamdulillah if mommy likes" Omar replied with a feeling of relief.

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