Susan, Oishi, and the Wedding That Wasn’t Hers

Narrated by Susan

Yes, Oishi isn’t the only one who can narrate. Just so you know.

It was an ordinary day at The Signal Co. — rainy outside, chaos inside. Obviously, me and Yohanes, along with the other emotionally unstable employees (excluding Brenda, the actual productive one), were pretending to work.

I was in the pantry, holding a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a butternut donut in the other — a perfect pairing. I felt relaxed, even lucky. Sitting there with my BFFs, sipping coffee, savoring every bite of my donut… heaveeen.

There’s something about the rainy season — the cold wind, the sound of raindrops tapping the windows, the blurry drizzle outside. Everything feels like a movie, and I am the main character.

Yohanes was mid-bite in his cup noodles when Jezzie B and Dinah stormed in and announced:

“Macchismo is getting married!”

The woman, apparently, is gorgeous. Of course they were taunting me. They know I have a crush on him.

I raised my eyebrow and said, “Old news. I know they’re engaged. But anything can happen. Macchismo might wake up one day and say, ‘You know what? I prefer a perfectly curvy woman with sass.’”

Dinah deadpanned, “And who exactly would that be?”

Me, obviously.

Yohanes, bless his loyal heart, nodded and added, “Why not? Susan is huggable, playful… her temperament is to die for.”

Okay, not gonna lie, I wasn’t sure if he was describing me or Oishi at this point. But I’ll take it.

Then Dinah dropped the real bomb:

“Too late. The wedding’s this Saturday.”

Yohanes and I gasped — synchronized, like a drama duo. And for a brief moment, my internal mood soundtrack switched from comedy to serious.

I know Macchismo never liked me that way. It’s just a crush. But what hits harder is the pattern — people keep getting engaged, getting married, finding someone… while I’m still out here being single. Sure, I have my family. I have Oishi. But they can’t fill that romantic void.

At least Oishi loves me. Unconditionally. And sometimes, I swear, he’s judging me for it.

I snapped back to reality.

“Sus, are you okay?” Yohanes asked. Brenda looked worried.

And I said — arms outstretched, full volume —

“Whyyy am I alooooone? I shall climb to the rooftop and cry! No one will notice because it’s raining. My tears will mix with the raindrops!”

Brenda muttered, “No one will notice because you’re not going to the rooftop.”

Yohanes chimed in, “Also, it’s locked.”

Then they both hugged me.

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Narrated by Oishi

Saturday. Wedding Day.

Susan wore a decent dress, which is her way of saying fabulous with unresolved feelings.

Me? I wore a tuxedo. She bought it last week and cried while dressing me.

She said, “You’re the only man who shows up for me.”

I wagged, but internally, I sighed.

At the church, tan-tan-tanan… tan-tan-tanan, the wedding march played. The bride walked down the aisle, and for some reason, there was no bitterness in Susan’s eyes.

She was either admiring the bride’s glow… or imagining it was her walking down the aisle.

Macchismo stood tall, handsome as ever. Pete, the Signal Co. accountant (backstory for another day), was his best man.

The priest began, “Love is patient. Love is kind…”

And Susan whispered, “No it’s not.”

I looked at her.

She grinned. “Kidding…”

Then came the classic line:

“You may kiss the bride.”

That’s when Boyo — also invited, because apparently he plays basketball with Macchismo every Sunday — leaned over to her and said:

“Don’t worry, Sus. Your day will come. And I’m sure that man will say vows so sincere and heartfelt, you won’t believe you ever cried over anyone else.”

And Susan, in true Susan fashion, tossed her hair and replied,

“Of course he will. I mean… look at me.”

Paw on forehead. Classic Sus.

At the reception, she performed Anne Murray’s You Needed Me with her signature goat voice. I danced. I ate. The chicken? 10/10.

I love weddings. Excellent buffet. Zero responsibility.

We went home exhausted.

Susan hugged me in bed and whispered,

“God… when will it be my turn?”

Then she fell asleep and snored in my ear, and the moment was gone.

But I heard her. And I think God did too.

Still Rising. Still Barking