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user | randomuser
Replying to @CapitalXTRA
sul and cench need to STAWP
STALLIN AND GIVE US WHAT
WE WANTTT
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user | randomuser
Replying to @randomuser
apparently after they worked
on the song they stopped
being friends 🤣
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user | randomuser
Replying to @randomuser
fam just bc they're not
w eachother every second
of everyday don't mean
they ain't friends...
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user | randomuser
Replying to @CapitalXTRA
SULAYMAS SUCH A SWEET
ONE MANEEE IM FINISHED

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user | randomuser
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honest to god man, i don't
get why she didn't get clout
just for being fit she's soooo
bludclart pretty
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user | randomuser
Replying to @CapitalXTRA
omg hopefullyyy she puts
out some music for us bc
i'm so tired i need something
from her
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          ❝𝕬nd i'm joined with the amazingly stunning, the jaw-dropping sulayma!" yinka (the presenter) announces, giving her own little round of applause. "that intro was so... i feel like everytime i perform, do an interview i've got to deliver. you've raised the bar."

"that was me being dramatic because we all live for you. you've taken the uk by storm with your voice. how long has music been a ting for you? was it recent or was it always in the picture?"

"i've been singing since i was around four years old," sulayma adjusts her glasses, "it was never a sure thing until i moved here. to london. there i was given more opportunities to do something- my mum provided music as an outlet just so i wouldn't involve myself in... activities, is the better word for it."

"great parenting. lookin' out for you. she did good though. put you on the map, got you working with certain artists."

"yes, i'm working with central cee, calm down everyone," she speaks in a bored tone which makes yinka gasp. "that's what i wanted to know! i really pictured it, y'know? since you two are so new to this you can guide eachother."

"he's a great guy. great person," she corrects herself. "you don't imagine how difficult it might be working with someone but we got along too easily. second nature in a way. and he's so tapped in, so serious about his sound. he's- he's—"

sulayma tries to finish off her sentence but is caught by something. feeling it coming up her throat, she knew she had to say something now. she'd be embarrassing herself live on air but she'd rather not blow chunks on the really nice interviewer.

"um... can you- excuse me? just- for one second, i'm so sorry," she quickly says, breathless and hopping off her seat with haste.

ignoring everything anyone was saying to her, people's voices, the fact she was just on air, she rushes to the bathroom she passed to get to the studio. running to a cubicle, she gets on her knees and vomits into the toilet.

vomit? vomit. what she ate this morning was now looking turned upside down, mashed up with a wooden spoon and dyed yellow.

"fuck." she whispers to herself. this sickness had been occurring so much in the last few days. three days, to be exact. did she eat anything bad in those days? no, just food she cooked for her and her friends. and the food that cench gave her in the morning.

cench. fuck.

"sulayma? you alright?" her manager, isa, asks from outside the cubicle. she wipes her mouth with some toilet paper before getting up and getting out.

"d'you mind taking me to the shops really quick?"

       there's no way she was. no way, no how. she races to her apartment bathroom, ripping open what could lead to a whole other chapter in her life that she unfortunately had skipped ahead to without reading the rest.

"sulayma! you're not gonna tell what's up with you?!" isa exclaims as she follows her inside her home, shutting the door and setting her bag down.

moments later, she comes back. eyes teary and chest heaving. isa immediately rushes over to her, hugging her tightly before pulling back to examine her facial expression.

"i can't... do it myself. i need you to go in there and read what it says." her voice was all broken, like she was about to throw up again from the overwhelm. isa nods before walking into the bathroom, spending a few moments in there then coming out.

"sulayma, my darling... you're pregnant."

𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐕𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .
who the fuck is central cee? the man
can't even buy plan b 🥱 but yes
miss gurl is officially knocked up and
who's fault is it? mister oakley's 😑
also isa is gonna be played by angela
bassett bc irl that might aswell be my
muva like HONESTLY (also the song
that i put in the mm was an ODD
CHOICE IK BUT I DIDNT KNOW
WHAT ELSE TO PUT)

anyways i said i was
gonna update tn i
did . it was late but
i did it fiytb u still
gotta vote and comment