Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And another, he put a white round tablet of the pain reliever. Before I could speak, he left the room. Why is he in a bad mood? I looked at the white tablet. I sighed. I hate taking medicine. I bit on the lip because my head hurt again. I put the white pill in my mouth and used water to push it down my throat. I shivered at how the bitter taste of it in my bud. "Yack! The bad taste," I said disgustedly. I lay down for a few minutes until the tablet worked before I got up to take a shower. I'll talk to him later when I'm done with my morning ritual.

Didi asked me how that happened. But I lied to her saying I accidentally fell on glass shards. She somehow believed me and was forcing me to have painkillers. But I have a problem with taking medicines, I don’t know how to swallow them and also whenever I try to swallow, because of the bitter taste I always puke. So, I always say no to medicines. I can bear any type of physical pain but I can't bear the bitter taste of medicine. I am not afraid of injections but hell I am very afraid of medicines.

I angrily yelled at him. Then the sound of another slap echoed in the small room. I could feel my cheeks tingling with pain. He followed it with a series of slaps, and I could only groan weakly from the pain. My face felt numb, but the pain didn't go away. It hurt so much that I thought my cheeks might peel off. He finally stopped and took a step back. I tasted the bitter flavor of my blood from my wounded lips. It stung when I tried to lick it, but it was nothing compared to the ache of my swollen cheeks. I couldn't even speak anymore because even the slightest movement of my mouth caused it to hurt.

I correct quickly. The words feel sour on my tongue. Bitter. My Dom. Ugh.

Who does that? She's so ridiculous! After enduring the traffic on the road, we finally got home, feeling so exhausted. I was feeling so disgusted with myself, I was hungover and my mouth was tasting horrible because I hadn't brushed my teeth. And I needed some pain relief to calm the pounding on my head which I had been enduring. And after taking the medicine, I quickly rushed to freshen up so I could get myself.

I rarely sleep, my mind is never at rest to actually sleep or maybe insomnia had already seeped deeper into my system than I had expected. I was due for a haircut, my disheveled hair was a great clue. The tip of my nose stood red and pink lips, red. Wait, why were they red? Your constant biting down on it and licking, is hint enough? I rolled my eyes at my mind sassing me.

He really didn't know why he was like this, only knew he would never do it again. “Ghabi! Kéleb!” (“Idiot! Dog!”) Something hot and wet hit the side of his face. At this point, the eyeball really seemed to be on fire. The little hands tried to rub them but only made matters worse. He yelled, a gurgling sound coming out of his bloody throat. Yet, in the midst of the pain that surrounded him, he could still taste the delicious taste of the food sliding in his mouth. He swallowed. With his eyes closed against the burning pain of the spice, he pulled the piece of food out of his hair, down his face, into his mouth. The burning sensation was doubled by the cuts in his mouth. But he was clearly st

I looked towards the chocolate again, then I couldn't hold myself from walking towards it, then I took one I guessed would be so sweet, uncovered it, and put it in my mouth. The sweet taste bursted in my mouth but instead of sweetness, I felt bitterness in my heart. I lowered my head and rubbed it when I felt the pain in my head increase. I Took in a sharp breath and closed my eyes to endure the pain. I chuckled then bit my lips until I felt the taste of blood in my mouth, then it was mixed with the chocolate in my mouth. “Maybe I needed this pain to clear off some things,” I muttered then scrambled back to my bed and fell on it, not caring about the aching that was becoming stronger.

I hated medicine, always had, but this particular concoction was especially vile. Even as a child, I struggled to swallow bitter medication, but this is the most disgusting medicine I have ever tasted. Despite my efforts, the bitter aftertaste still lingered, making me cringe, and almost puking. Harleen chuckled, handing me a piece of candy. “Here, this will help with the aftertaste,” she said, her eyes filled with sympathy. “I didn’t know you hated medicine so much.” She said, sounding sympathetic. I took the candy, popping it into my mouth. The sweetness helped to counteract the bitterness of the medicine, but my face remained scrunched up in distaste. It may have helped to alleviate the b

I kept praying in my heart that he takes it all. He suddenly cough and twisted his lips. "What is this?" he asked in a low voice. Thank goodness. "Herbs that will reduce your fever." It's bitter so it is understandable that he dislike it. I do drink some sweet whenever I take the herb. "I need something sweet. Get me some fruit or something." he said squeezing his face. "There is no way I can get something sweet now. You just have to go back to sleep and you will see, when you wake up the taste of the bitter herbs wouldn't be on your tongue again."