Perut Terasa Mual Setelah Makan Novels & Stories

I wanted to just enjoy my lunch in peace, scrolling through reels to entertain myself. “I'm not pregnant Maya." I muttered assertively. Without another word, I took a spoonful of pasta into my mouth. My teeth went into digest mode, chewing vigorously for half a second before passing it down my throat. Almost instantly, I felt a nauseating feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I quickly forced myself to swallow, hurrying up another spoonful to replace the sudden unfriendly taste in my mouth. "I'm not saying you're pregnant, I'm just saying you should…”

Please not now. I absolutely hated the nauseous feeling I experienced sometimes in a moving vehicle. My head felt too heavy for my neck, my eyes drooped slightly and it felt like my stomach was about to heave all its contents. I swallowed repeatedly but it did nothing to help. I dug around desperately in my handbag in case I could find some bubble gum but I came up empty-handed.

“What’s wrong?” I lean back slightly, exhaling. “I don’t know… feels like something is draining me.” He frowns immediately. “Move.” I glance at him. “Switch seats.” I don’t argue. We switch, and I sink into the passenger side, closing my eyes briefly. It’s getting worse. “Did you eat before training?” he asks, starting the engine. I let out a dry breath. “Couldn’t keep anything down.” “What do you mean?” “I mean every little smell makes me throw up,” I reply, rubbing the back of my neck. “Since morning.”

It can’t. I wait as minutes drag. Stuart finally steps down. I try the doors again—and the nausea slams back with more violence. I turn around and race to the nearest stall, and there I vomit everything: the wine, my lunch, and the little composure I had left. Afterward I sit on the closed lid, with my head in my hands. My belly feels tender and swollen. I rub it in slow circles. It’s been like this for days, queasy, full, almost . . . alive. I push the thought away.

"Are you feeling unwell?" I shook my head. "I don't know. I've been feeling nauseous since this morning" "Why didn't you tell me?" "I took some medicine earlier so it was gone and now it came back" I rubbed my temple. "Maybe it's because I haven't eaten since last night" "What!?" Jonathan shrieked. "This won't do. Hop on my back. I'll take you home" "But--" "Hurry" Jonathan probed further, leaving no room for an argument so I complied. As I hopped onto his back, Jonathan winced in pain; catching me offguard.

When had I ever hinted that I wanted another round? Irritated, I shot him a glance and decided to get out of bed to wash up. While I brushed my teeth, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. I found this strange. I hadn't eaten much the night before, so this urge to vomit seemed unexpected and out of place. I wondered if my nausea was due to being overly exhausted from last night's activities. But while having breakfast, I gagged at the smell of the food. Seeing this, the Willows looked worried, though Doris seemed oddly amused.

I have also been feeling unusually weak, irritated and I ate twice as much as I did before. After another day of fruitless job haunting, I came back home to meet Lara, eating pizza. She summoned me over to join her and I willingly did. The moment I took in the delicious smell of the pizza, I felt a sudden wave of nausea that almost had me retching. I heard Lara immediately ask me what the problem was, and I had to breathe in very deeply before I could reply to her. “I just had the worst bout of nausea I’ve had in my life” I tried swallowing what felt like a lump in my throat, and my heart was still beating so fast that I had to hold my hand against my chest to keep me steady.

I started off brushing my teeth, while at it, I suddenly felt nauseous, disgusted by my own toothpaste foam, I threw up. It happened before I even felt it. I threw up for a good two minutes, bringing out everything in my system. It was so bad that even after I had vomited all the food I had eaten last night, I was still vomiting but this time, it was brownish liquid that was coming out. I felt weak after that exercise so I sat on the toilet seat for a while, wondering why that happened so suddenly.

KEIRA I crouched down in front of the toilet, my body racked with waves of nausea. The bitter taste of bile rose in my throat, threatening to overwhelm me. It was a wrenching, uncomfortable sensation as if my stomach was attempting to expel all the food I had ingested this weak. As if the day couldn't get any worse.