Romans & histoires Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit

Rachael parted her lips, if anything her throat felt dry and scratchy, she also felt very weaker than she had ever been in her life. It was bitter, she wanted to spit it out immediately, but Susan immediately produced a cube of sugar. "Tada! Got you covered " A faint smile formed on Rachel's lips, Susan indeed knew her well enough, they were not best friends without knowing each other's likes and dislikes. The medicines indeed helped her to relieve the soreness in her throat.

"Bukal sa loob ko ang ginagawa ko. And I can't promise next time." "Ay, talaga naman. Sige magbigay ka kung gusto mo, pero sa susunod hindi ko na talaga tatanggapin kasi baka sasakit na ang ngipin ko o masisira. Nako, wala pa naman akong pangpa-dental. Mahirap lang ako." Pabulong-bulong niya rito. "What?" Sasagot sana siya ngunit inunahan naman siya ng dalawang magsalita.

Then I shoved it into my mouth and chewed slowly. The taste was still fucking terrible. Halfway through chewing, the itch returned to my throat again. “Fuck…” Grace blinked frantically. “Should I call on the miracle healer?” My eyes snapped shut as hot pain shot through my head. “Call Nichole.” I was really hoping today wasn't the day.

“What do you taste?” “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But there is a hint of something sweet like cherries mixed with something tart like raspberries. But it’s not unpleasant. Why isn’t it bitter, though?” “Because it’s not that store-bought shit or the over-priced city crap. Now, do this.”

I whispered, realizing too late how hoarse my voice sounded. Instantly, the memory of everything that went down between us earlier hit me, and my face turned red. Hayden caught it, of course. "I'll grab you some lozenges for your throat in a bit." "No, I don't..." I stopped myself, trailing off. His eyes locked onto mine. "You don't want them?" It wasn't that I didn't want them. I just... couldn't stop thinking about baked pears. Baked pears, especially with honey and mint, were my go-to when I had a sore throat. The soft texture, the natural sweetness—it always did the trick. Comforting, soothing, and exactly what I craved when my throat felt scratchy.

Even he felt that the medicine was really bitter! "Have another piece of sugar." Cedric placed a piece of rock sugar in Natalie's mouth. It was yellow rock sugar, which had a slightly better taste than normal rock sugar. It could also relieve bitterness. However, the taste of this bitterness lingered in Natalie's mouth, even with the sugar. Moreover, she had to take this medicine for a long two months, which was a conservative estimate. If things didn't go smoothly, it would possibly even take half a year! Thinking about this timeframe, Natalie felt like there was no light at the end of this dark tunnel.

Rishi's POV I washed my mouth after a hasty action of brushing my teeth. spitting the water out on basing i blew air on my palm to make sure that my bad breath has gone. " Perfect " I mumbled as I smelled fresh mint flavour in my breath, perhaps my breath smelled good unlike the previous day. This sickness has made me look like a geek in just one day, till a few minutes ago I myself couldn't stand my bad breath. Of course after throwing up all day out of fever my mouth had to smell like that.

Furthermore, there was also an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and it felt as though he had dozens of wounds in his mouth that were bleeding continuously. Blood filled his mouth in an instant.

"What the—?" Confused and angry, I grabbed one of the sandwiches, tearing off a large piece of the bread and turkey. The moment it hit my tongue, my mouth exploded in a searing, vinegary heat that stole my breath. It wasn't just spicy; it was as if it had been drenched in pure capsaicin and battery acid. I scrambled for the fruit salad, hoping the sugar would provide some relief, only to be met with the sharp, acidic sting of white vinegar masking the sweetness of the berries.

The smoke was hot in my mouth and it tasted bitter. "Release slowly. Stop, now suck it back in like a little whistle before letting it out slowly." My heart was racing. This was so bad. It felt like a thousand little needles poked around in my throat and It went down the wrong pipe because a few minutes later, I was coughing all over the place. A little sigh, "You asked for it and for the record, that's a shitty lie." Fuck! The world was starting to spin. "It tastes like shit."