Novel & Cerita Dada Terasa Panas Saat Menelan Makanan

Just a step into the house and I could feel my tummy rumbling, it felt like I was about to puke all over the place--- eating too much can do that to a person. *Grumble* the sound made from my tummy like my whole system flushed out and was ready for excretion, sweats formed on my forehead as the tummy grumbled several times, I thought how embarrassing it will be if Damon saw me like this but cared less when it got so serious.

I sat on the cold marble floor beside the table, like a pet, his pet—and I began to eat. One bite. Two. The taste was sweet. Rich. Creamy. The bile in my throat mixed with it like a curse. He wanted me to eat? Fine. I’d eat. I kept shoveling the spoon into my mouth, ignoring the shaking of my hands and the burn rising in my throat. Then I felt it. The heat. First behind my ears, crawling like fire ants along my jawline. Then my chest. My skin itched, tightening over my body as my pulse quickened. My breathing became shallow, and my throat—

Come here," I said as I grabbed Freya's wrist and told her to sit beside me after I placed all our orders on the glass table. She looked hesitant but eventually started eating. I also took the first spoon from the dish that had been placed on my plate. As soon as the spicy food touched the tongue, it felt like fire immediately spread throughout the mouth. I tried to stay calm, holding back the burning spiciness, but honestly, this was way beyond my tolerance limit. Sweat started to trickle down my forehead, and I could feel the heat spreading to my stomach. However, I still tried to smile and continue eating, not wanting Freya to feel uncomfortable.

A wave of embarrassment crossed his face. He quickly let go, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. His hoarse voice was weak. “I didn’t expect to get a fever.” “Could it be the spicy food?” I still suspected the meatballs were the culprit. “It’s not that I can’t eat spicy food.” Afraid I’d get angry, he confessed honestly, “My throat has been feeling a bit off these past couple of days.” “Your throat was sore, and you still ate so many spicy meatballs?” I was furious. “Everett, do you have a death wish?”

His warm, spicy scent is a complement to the spices in my food. Malix has stopped channel surfing on some sitcom with a laugh track, and every time the audience roars at a joke, I get a twitch in my eye. Nothing to do now but settle in and wait. I take a bite of my burrito, cringing when the exterior is hotter than lava and the interior is still half-frozen. I force myself to chew and not gag, though I almost consider tossing this in the trash and going to chase down a rabbit instead.

She quickly filled her plate with all her favorites. "So many tasty foods!" she exclaimed. "I can't control myself." She began to eat ravenously, oblivious to the stares of the other guests. Rehan watched her in disgust, but Shama didn't care. She was too busy enjoying her meal. As she was savoring a particularly delicious piece of paneer, she felt a burning sensation in her mouth. She gasped in surprise and spat out the food. "What the hell?" she exclaimed. "This is too spicy!"

“Is she in a trance?” *** Rieka was content to cry. The tears she had been shedding didn't want to stop. Her mouth was also a bit hot from the spicy food. She devoured a bowl of spicy meatballs. Two glasses of orange ice have not been able to reduce the spiciness but Rieka is not tired. She needed to eat something that would give her some relief. “You'll get a stomachache,” Hari said, grimacing in surprise. “You really like to torture yourself.”

"I understand that you are nervous but if you don't eat, you will feel weak." Karlie Ann squeezed her hand once more and Adrian decided to eat even if it's going to be just a little. She picked up her cutlery and started eating her food but it was just like swallowing air. She feels her mouth opening and closing but she isn't feeling anything in her stomach.

She added in a whisper, “But sometimes, the food is so hot. I can’t eat it.” Anger exploded in my chest. Selena, Howard, what on earth did you two do?

Even if the food was poisoned, she thought, she wouldn't die hungry. At first, she ate slowly, then faster, like the food might disappear if she didn’t eat quickly.The flavors filled her mouth, delicious and warm, making her shovel more food into her mouth at once. She was almost done when her hand stopped. Something strange was happening inside her stomach. A painless twist, but a sudden, odd warmth, like heat began to rise from deep inside her. Her eyes widened in fear. The spoon slipped from her hand, clattering onto the tray. She touched her lips. Her throat felt dry and hot. The twist turned into a sharp pain. Her heart pounded fast and loud. The food must have been poisoned.