Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan Novels & Stories

The moment she reached the sink, she couldn't contain it any longer – a series of vomiting followed, leaving her feeling weak and shaken. Her mind began to race. The timing of this nausea seemed unusual; she realized she hadn't been feeling well for a few days now. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning: could she be pregnant? The thought both thrilled and terrified her. She wasn't prepared for such a life-altering possibility. As Elaine continued to vomit, her mind wandered back to her recent experiences. She recalled feeling fatigued more than usual, her sense of smell becoming overly sensitive, and her emotions on a rollercoaster ride.

There was hint of honey and ginger taste to it, which was very satisfying. After I had been drinking it for a couple of minutes, I started to get an unsettling feeling in my stomach. A sense of dread came over me at getting a new illness. This illness was even worse than the morning sickness I had been dealing with. How was that possible? A gut feeling hit me, and I knew this was more serious than regular nausea and headed off in search of help.

in my direction. I nodded back, genuinely happy for them both. But as I turned away, a familiar discomfort bloomed in my stomach. It started as a dull ache, quickly escalating into a churning sensation that made me grip the edges of my seat. I swallowed hard, willing the nausea to subside. This wasn't the first time. For the past two weeks, these waves had become constant. I'd wake up feeling fine, only to be replaced by sudden nausea that left me dizzy and weak-kneed.

Today, when I woke up, I felt dizzy and it was as if I wanted to puke, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. Something was on my stomach, I felt like I wanted to puke everything inside it out but I couldn't. I've been lying on the bed for half a day now and I wasn't in the mood to do anything. Even eating seemed to be tiring, my body felt heavy and I couldn't stand a minute standing.

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her.

The nausea hit her just after breakfast. It wasn’t dramatic—not the cinematic, head-in-a-toilet kind—but sharp and sudden, like her stomach had changed its mind about being full. Amara gripped the edge of the bathroom sink and breathed through her mouth, willing the sensation to pass. She hadn’t even reached week five. They had told her symptoms could start early—fatigue, soreness, food aversions. But something about feeling it for the first time made it real in a way the bloodwork and printed schedules hadn’t.

Immediately I lay in my bed, I started feeling nauseous, so I had to rush to the bathroom to throw up. I bent over in the sink and let out all the food I had just finished eating. "Are you okay?" Ralia startled me. I had raised my head after throwing up and heard her voice even before I turned around to look at her. "It must be the change in weather and environment", I explained, ignoring the suspicious look she was giving me.

Chapter 2 Aurora Emily Estrella P.O.V I got up immediately from my bed when my stomach suddenly started to boil and I was really sick. I held my mouth as I ran to the cr of my room. "Aurora?" I'm still throwing up in my bowl, actually I can't vomit because I haven't eaten anything yet, this is probably one of the symptoms they say you'll feel when you're pregnant. I feel really bad right now, You force yourself to throw up even though you haven't really vomited anything yet because I haven't really eaten anything and my stomach is empty.

I wonder where he is and what he’s doing. My mother invites me to have lunch with her. I guess she wants to make sure I haven’t forgotten my manners or something. But as I catch a whiff of food, nausea rises at the back of my throat. I press my hand over my mouth and nose, trying to get my stomach to settle. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been feeling weird for a few days now. It’s as if I’m coming down with something. I’m more tired than usual, and the only thing that calms my stomach a bit is a glass of lemonade.

“Johnny…” I groaned, clutching the edges of the sink as my stomach lurched again. I barely had time to breathe before another wave of nausea hit me. The bitter taste rose to my throat, and I bent over the bathroom sink, throwing up everything I’d eaten the night before. My knees shook, my forehead was damp with cold sweat, and my chest burned. I felt weak, drained, and frustrated all at once. The more I tried to breathe through it, the worse it got.