Mata Gatal Di Sudut Mata Novels & Stories

Maagap kong pahayag na mas lalong nabakas sa mukha niya ang labis na pagtataka. "Huh? May problema ba sa mata mo? Uhm, may kaibigan kasi akong optamologist puwede naman kitang patingnan once na maging okay na ang siko mo." Kahit medyo masakit ang aking puwit at siko ay nagawa ko pa ring humagalpak ng tawa matapos niyang sabihin 'yon. "What the-" Nalilito na ang kupal kaya't kaagad ko siyang binara.

Usok ang una kong namataan pagkamulat ng dalawang mga mata. I coughed painfully when I smelled the toxic smoke from an engine. I felt a hot sticky fluid rolled down my cheeks and some coated a part of my forehead. Sumasakit ang katawan ko at tanging daing lamang ang naririnig sa sarili habang sinusubukang gumapang papalabas ng isang nakataob na sasakyan.

My left eye had crusted shut overnight; forcing it open sent fresh tears streaming. Another knock. Harder. More insistent. "He can't see me like this," I whispered to the empty room. Yes. I was still worried about Mateo. Could not yet place my fingers on what I really felt for him. Could it be the way he made me feel perfect? Or his fatherly charm? I don't think his money had any effect on me–alright. Not so much. I stumbled to the bathroom. Mirror still merciless. Purple had deepened to near-black around the socket. The whites of my eye were bloodshot. Lip scabbed and swollen. I tried to cover it with hair-long waves falling over the left side-but every movement pulled at the bruises.

I shouted to the taxi driver who was waiting for me in the driver's seat. I reached into my handbag and started looking for a tissue to wipe my right eye which was now starting to get watery and red. I feel like taking off my eyeballs for a moment and keeping them in my bag for a while, because they sting and itch. I don't know how to get rid of the pain and itching in my eyes anymore. Looks like I have to use my white glasses to protect my red right eye.

he encourages me. I slowly open my eyes, but everything is blurry. I cannot see clearly. I close them again, wanting to see my mate’s face. I slowly open them once more and they are more focused. I slowly turn my head and feel pain in my neck. I see Matt looking at me with tears in his eyes.

Without questioning, she took the glass, and he spoke again. "It’s milk. Try opening your eyes, and use the milk to rinse your eyes." Amara understood immediately and forced her eyes open. "Pour the milk gently into your eyes to rinse out the sting," he added. "Won’t this make me go blind?" she asked, a little nervous as she slowly poured the milk onto her eyes as instructed. "Milk won’t make you blind. It’s effective for getting rid of the spiciness. And if you keep whining, you might just go blind,"

GEN'S POV Sikat ng araw ang gumising sa kin. Makirot ang mga matang nagdilat ako para lang ulit pumikit. Jeez. Ba't parang ang tagal kong natulog at ang bigat ng ulo ko? Matapos kong masigurong steady na ang paningin ko, iginala ko ang mga mata sa paligid. Where am I?