Novel & Cerita Perut Rasanya Tidak Nyaman

But now the girl was wide awake with an uncomfortable sensation in her stomach. He sat up from bed, even though the cool air blew directly into her naked body from the window, she was feeling hot, boiling and nauseous. 'What did I eat last night?' Purple muttered to herself as she scrunched up her nose and pressed her eyes shone. Her left hand kept caressing her stomach, hoping the feeling would go away somehow. Her stomach was feeling slightly bloated; she didn't know the reason why. Usually, her stomach bloated when her husband knotted her but went back to its normal shape as soon as the knot was pulled out.

But I'm confused, I craved it a while ago, so what's the problem now? I felt uneasiness in my stomach. I put my hand on my mouth as I suddenly felt like throwing up. I ran to the kitchen and emptied my stomach in the sink. What's wrong with me? I have been feeling this way since two months ago but I kept telling myself that it was all due to dehydration. It has only gotten worse, I need to see a doctor.

She rubbed her stomach, still feeling uncomfortable. She ran to the bathroom and vomited. After that, she felt dizzy and her chest felt stuffy. She found her medicine chest, took out her laxatives and took two. The symptoms did not ease. At ten o'clock, her cell phone rang. She feebly turned around and picked up the phone. "Hello?" On the other side of the phone, Rolando heard that something was wrong and frowned, "Are you asleep?" "No...Not yet." "Why your voice is so strange?"

“What’s wrong?” Hema shifted away slightly, adjusting her kurti and pulling the sheet back over her thighs. Her voice came low, distant. “I don’t feel well.” Zayden blinked, eyes narrowing. “You’re not okay?” He immediately sat upright, concern overtaking desire. “Wait—should I call the doctor? Is it serious? Is it—” “It’s not,” she interrupted gently, sitting up with a little discomfort. “Just… stomach ache.” He rubbed his forehead, exhaling deeply. “What kind of stomach ache? Are you sure? Is it periods ”

Slowly, she placed her hand on her stomach, trying to soothe the uneasy feeling. "Are you okay, Lisa?" Devan asked with concern as he saw Lisa holding her stomach. Lisa looked at Devan with a hint of confusion, then shook her head. "I'm not sure, Devan. My stomach suddenly feels strange." Without hesitation, Devan approached and placed his hand next to Lisa's, providing a warm and comforting touch. "Are you in pain?" Lisa shook her head again, trying to find the right words to describe her feelings. "Not pain, but more like an unusual fluttering."

"I'm fucking calm!" "Yes, you are," I murmured sarcastically. My stomach rumbled softly, a familiar but unwelcome sensation. It had been doing that for some time, but I still couldn't bring myself to swallow any food. "I'm hungry, but nothing seems to be passing my throat. I don't know what to do," I admitted, my frustration evident.

"I don't feel well, I had to end the self-defense class earlier today. I just wanted to lie down and be silent for as long as possible, but someone is always coming in to know how I am and if I'm still alive. I don't want to do anything in my life today. I think this is a very serious symptom.” Pauline laughed, moving away from the nightstand where she had put the medicines of the day. She only offered me a glass of water and baking soda, because I had complained about a strange feeling in the mouth of her stomach. It wasn't nausea or heartburn, but something so weird that I just wanted to lie down and complain all day.

"Mom, how do you feel now?" Lydia shook her head gloomily, "I feel no better." "..." "Originally, I thought that I would feel better after going to the toilet, but... maybe it's because I am not used to the toilet, I..." Lydia smiled awkwardly, "I didn't get relieved." She didn't get relieved... So... it meant that... huh? "What should we do now?" "I don't know." Lydia frowned and pressed one hand against her stomach with strength, "Elizabeth, I'm so uncomfortable now. Woo-woo..."

Rowan looked at her worriedly and asked, “What’s wrong? Is the food I cooked not to your liking?” Nora shook her head sadly and said, “No, your cooking skills are very good, but I don't feel like eating.” Nora clutched her stomach uncomfortably as she spoke. She did not know what was wrong with her. She did not feel like eating at all, and she felt very repulsed; she wanted to spit the food out as soon as it entered her mouth. Rowan’s face suddenly turned pale when he saw her reaction of clutching her stomach in discomfort. He thought of the worst possibility and wondered if she was having such a reaction because she was pregnant.

I tried to talk but it felt worst making me shut back up. I leaned over the sink, my reflection a stark reminder of my distress. The first retch was violent, my body convulsing as the contents of my stomach surged upward. The taste of half-digested food and stomach acid burned my throat, and the world spun around me in a disorienting whirl. Each heave was an ordeal, a battle between my body's instinct to expel and my mind's plea for it to end.