Basiyem

The orange rose is only a symbol of a respectable woman who lives in a rich family, which was fought over by many men in a contest made by her father. Orange Rose, only an alias name that was deliberately made to cover the identity of the daughter of the Sultan, who was predicted to give birth to offspring who would become leaders of civilization.
The competition to fight for the Orange Rose had been going on for a week, but there was no sign that Orange Rose had made her choice. Then who deserves the Orange Rose?

Orange Rose

"Ha ha ha, really don't want to see your future husbands, Sis? Loss then. if you see who they are,  maybe I can help one of the young men you want win the contest and you can have him in peace." Amira pursed her lips while clenching her fists as if to hit Andika who was teasing her. Andika, who did not hear Amira's answer, laughed crisply. He was happy because he could tease his cousin, so today he knew that the girl he had admired for always being good at controlling her emotions, turned out to be able to show her dark side.

"Once again you laughed. . . ."

"What do you want, Sis? Ah, I want to be kissed by my beautiful cousin."

"Dimas Andika. . . .!" Amira screamed. She didn't care at all about how empty her house was because the servants were in the kitchen preparing dinner.

47. Thorn in the Flesh