Perut Rasanya Tidak Nyaman Novels & Stories

The food smells good. Fresh. Warm. I sit down and pick up the spoon. Take a bite. I chew slowly. Swallow. Take another. But it doesn’t taste like anything. My appetite fades almost immediately. I try again. Another bite. Then I stop. I just… can’t. I set the spoon down and push the tray slightly away. My chest feels tight again. Not pain. Just that same heaviness. I lean back in the chair, staring at nothing. The room feels too quiet.

I force myself out of bed and make my way downstairs, hoping to shake off this feeling. But as I take a few steps, my stomach churns and I feel a sudden urge to vomit. I rush to the nearest bathroom, barely making it in time before I heave my guts out. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel weak and disoriented as I try to catch my breath.

"I don't know why I suddenly want to throw up. I just smelt something awful when I stepped out of the elevator." "Come, let's see a Doctor to find out what is happening to you" He helped me up, but I staggered back, and I wanted to throw up again. I quickly ran to his comfort room and threw up again. He sat beside me, holding my hair while softly rubbing my back, and it helped a bit. "Maybe you eat something not properly cooked earlier. That's why your stomach feels bad." He said as he kept rubbing my back. I lean on him after a few seconds, feeling weak.

I muttered, but I laughed softly so she’d know I wasn’t offended. Marcus stood, walking around the table until he was beside me. His hand brushed lightly against my shoulder, grounding, familiar. “Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I insisted. “My stomach just feels weird. Probably something I ate.” The moment the words left my mouth, another wave of discomfort rolled through me. Not pain. Just a slow, twisting sensation that made me press my lips together. Marcus noticed immediately. Of course he did. “Define weird,” he said.

Even a miracle doctor couldn't do anything with such a vague description. The viewers felt like he was deliberately giving the streamer a hard time, but Aria said slowly, "Let's not talk about your friend for now. I noticed that your lips are a bit purplish, and you look thin. Your upper abdomen is hurting all the time; you have difficulty digesting your food; and you have a burning feeling in your abdomen. Am I right?" Eric was there to watch Aria make a fool of herself. Yet, his smile now froze on his face. His shift in expression was apparent on the live stream.

“This isn’t like last time. When did the nausea start?” I closed my eyes, tracing the edges of exhaustion: the boardroom spinning, the taste of coffee suddenly intolerable. I remembered the perfume at work, how the scent clawed at my senses, almost acidic. Food had been off for days—eggs like metal, bread too dense, the rosemary Damian swore by making my stomach lurch. “My appetite’s been weird,” I admitted. “Nothing tastes right. I feel full and empty at the same time. Smells—God, that perfume in the elevator, I thought I’d be sick on the spot. I’m tired. All week.”

Before I knew it, I had devoured the entire meal, leaving only an empty container behind. I sat back on my bed, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. The room was peaceful, and I leaned against the wooden frame of the bed, gazing out of the window at the gentle play of sunlight. However, a sudden discomfort jolted me out of my reverie. A strange sensation twisted in my stomach, and I placed a hand on my abdomen, trying to quell the discomfort. It felt like a fire burning within me, and I shifted uncomfortably, wondering what could be causing it.

Charlotte had noticed one thing lately that there was something wrong with her stomach. She noticed that sometimes the right side of the abdomen got a little swollen and sometimes on the left side. The biggest thing was that the body had become half-starved due to starvation but the stomach was just like before. She even gained a little weight. She could sense that. However, the poor stomach could not tolerate hunger nowadays like before. But they do not give her food every day. They give food at one time a day. And then she jumped to eat as soon as she saw the food in front of her. At that time she thought she would finish eating in a moment. But in the end, she wasn't able to finish all t

Blaire was busy replying to messages on her phone while I leaned back against the seat, staring absentmindedly at the passing streets outside the window. Halfway through the trip, a strange discomfort spread through my abdomen. At first, it felt like a dull ache, nothing particularly alarming. I shifted slightly in my seat, assuming it was simply indigestion from the rushed breakfast I had eaten earlier that morning. The sensation lingered longer than I expected, slowly tightening in a way that made me uneasy. My hand drifted instinctively towards my stomach. Was something wrong with the baby? A small ripple of anxiety crept through me. The pain pulsed again, this time sharper than before. I

Emery closed her eyes immediately, her little hands gripping her worn-out bunny plushie. Luna sat on the edge of the couch, brushing a strand of hair from Emery’s forehead. “Does it hurt a lot?” Emery shook her head. “It just feels... weird. Like I’m full even when I’m not.” “You didn’t feel like this yesterday, right?” “I dunno... I was sleepy yesterday too.” Luna’s fingers tightened around her phone. She tried not to panic, but the sick feeling in her stomach had been growing for weeks. She reached for her phone and dialed a number.