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

Khalid smiled, then he immediately reached out his hand to hug Amira's body. He tilted his body and let Amira's head in his arms. Several times he kissed and kissed Amira with mixed feelings that he had never felt so far. Feeling happy, calm and I don't know what it's called.

"Call me Love one more time, honey! I am very happy to have an obedient wife like you."

"Ask! As long as I am able, I will answer. If you can't afford it, I will ask for help from Father Sultan"

"Ugh, the question concerns your feelings, why should you ask Father?"

Amira pursed her lips making Khalid chuckle. He ruffled Amira's hair and buried his wife's head into his chest.

"Let me go! I'm short of breath at this, Love."

Khalid immediately let go of his hand and cupped his hand apologetically.

66. Telling about Pamularsih