Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit Novels & Stories

Even my own saliva sat there like something that didn’t belong to me. The taste hit next.... ....bitter and wrong, like sucking on a tarnished coin dredged from a filthy sink and doused in cheap perfume. Metal and decay. It scraped the roof of my mouth, clung to the back of my tongue, and the chemical sting crawled up into my sinuses until my eyes burned and watered. Fuck. “Krys.” I heard him. I saw his lips. Their shape stayed clear for one second, then split apart. Red light cut across his jaw. His eyes became two dark stains, somehow too blue.

How not, every time he sports. "Mommy's mouth is tired, to suck on daddy's. You get blisters from time to time. Otherwise, Mommy's mouth is crooked and often sucks." I complained vulgarly. Indeed, my mouth feels tired and sore, when I open it wide. Because, all the time large and long objects entered. "We'll stop playing for a week. Mommy's scuffed for sure." My husband looked at me even more with displeasure. Of course he will not agree with this idea.

I gargle the liquid my mouth burning up " Now spit. " I spit it out and go to wash out the awful taste out of my mouth. Even after washing my mouth thoroughly, the awful taste still lingered. They laughed as if they knew something I didn't. " on no sub, you shouldn't have done that. We're not done with that filthy mouth of yours. Open up ," " no, this is not fair " I stand my ground, the awful taste in my mouth making my stomach upset. " how is it not?, you disrespected my mother called her a cheating bitch a-"

“Take a bite.” I bite into the watermelon slice, it is sweet and juicy. It tastes like summer. “Is it sweet?” He asks. “So sweet!” I enthusiastically reply. “How do you know it is sweet?” He asks. “Because I can taste it.” I answer, puzzled by the question. “How do you know it isn’t sour?” He asks. “It isn’t. It’s sweet like candy. Not sour like lemons.” “So you know it is sweet because you have tasted things that are sour?” He asks.

‘You should eat more meat so that you can gain your strength and agility quickly. ‘But my mouth still feels sore. I can barely chew.’ I responded ‘Oh, I see that you just want to waste our time by delaying your recovery. It didn’t seem like you had a sore mouth when you were pleading for a second chance the other day.’ If I had my way, I would know the living daylight out of this one, but there would be a chance for that soon. ‘The meat seems very tough and I can’t chew as much as I would want to, but I will do better.’

Faythe “Just keep your head down and remember your place.” I mutter to myself as I savour the piece of apple in my mouth. I’m on my second bite when I realise it tastes a little funny; it's sour when it should be sweet and there’s a weird grainy texture to it. I quickly spit the chewed piece of apple into my palm and carefully inspect the saliva-covered mush. I can’t see anything out of place but my vision is starting to get a little fuzzy and the room is quickly heating up.

“It’ll help with the pain.” He pushed the bar into my mouth again. “It also helps with inflammation, and promotes healing. Suck on it for a while, and the pain will stop.” I gagged as it pressed against the back of my throat. “Ngh.” “It’s uncomfortable?” Lucius’s voice was a husky murmur. “Sorry, it can’t be helped. Imagine you’re sucking a big lollipop. Or a popsicle.” The bar slid back half an inch before gliding back in.

Sam's POV My head is spinning. I wonder if I'm catching a cold... or the stomach flu? My tummy suddenly feels heavy, and it wasn't to empty everything out on the floor. Where is this sour taste coming from? I rush to brush my teeth, hoping it will remove the taste, and it helps... sort of. But it isn't my mouth that the taste is coming from. I can still taste it when I breathe, and its twisting my stomach in knots.

Every time the door opened, my ears perked up to hear his deep voice but it was never him. The nurses visited frequently to ensure I was fine and gave me medicines. Soup was served at lunch and it was a struggle to swallow it down my throat. Dr. Alina informed me that the bad taste in the mouth was a common side effect of certain medicines. That’s why everything tasted bitter and rotten.

Sugar. Then it hits me. I didn’t taste it. Not a hint. My mind goes blank, the realization slamming into me hard. I didn’t even feel the sweetness. Just heat. Just nothing. My throat tightens. The noise in the room fades until it’s just the steady sound of my pulse in my ears. His voice fades somewhere in the background — concerned, sharp, asking something — but I can’t focus. I didn’t taste the sugar. My symptoms are worsening. Gavin shakes his head in disbelief, muttering under his breath before glancing at his watch. "Damn, man. You’re acting so strange. Uh— I’ve got to go now. Meeting with a client."