Susan & Oishi Meet Anghelito, Angelusito, and Demonyito (Again)

Susan narrating

Before I continue, I need you to first read Part 1 of this madness. Please. I am too shaken to summarize it for you. I still haven’t processed the part where we saw a purple demon in a bathrobe holding a toilet plunger. Was he planning to use our bathroom all along? Also, who brings props?!

Anyway—Oishi and I screamed like banshees and chased him across the house, but halfway through I got thirsty. Fear is dehydrating, okay? Oishi too—he chugged that weird apricot juice he kept begging me to buy at the grocery. (Don’t ask.) I opened the fridge for water and just when I started calming down…

CRASH.

In the backyard.

Bright lights.

My first thought? This is it. Jesus has arrived.

So Badoodle and I ran outside to meet Him—and tell on that little purple troublemaker.

Oishi narrating

Unlike Sus, I’m not lazy. Here’s your recap of Part 1:

Two angels were fighting in heaven. Boss sent them here to babysit us. The end.

Now back to this disaster.

Demonyito—this purple chaos goblin—seems determined to flood our lives with inconveniences. I will not allow that. It’s already hard enough managing Susan when things are normal. Can you imagine her with extra stress? I’d need dog therapy.

So I barked like my life depended on it. Then passed out. Then drank all the apricot juice. Susan chugged water like a basketball player in overtime.

And then we heard it—the boom, the glow outside… and I knew. It had to be Him. The Lamb. The Lord. I was ready to report everything.

Susan narrating

We rushed to the backyard—and there they were.

Two…boys? Floating. With wings.

I shouted, “HEY! Get down here and stop this cosplay sorcery! Is that purple bathrobe demon yours?! You’re paying for our plumbing bill!”

Oishi started nibbling my pants. I think he realized it too—they were actually floating. No wires. No ropes. And the one on the left looked like a tired uncle. The other? Holding… a barbecue stick?

Then they introduced themselves.

“Greetings. I’m Anghelito, Heaven’s Pilot.” (Tired Uncle confirmed.)

“Hi! I’m Angelusito. I got hungry so I bought barbecue on the way. I told Anghelito to grab milk tea but he said Boss said no detours. Anyway, wanna bite?”

I almost fainted. But before I hit the floor, Angelusito put something under my nose and said, “You okay, Sus?”

Wait. How did they know my name?!

And Oishi—traitor that he is—was already letting Anghelito pet him like they were childhood friends.

Fast forward a few hours…

They told us the truth.

God really sent them. To look after us.

I asked if maybe someone higher-ranked was available…? But honestly, deep down, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a while—relief. Like maybe, I’m not as alone as I thought.

After all these years, it felt weird—but good—to know someone’s watching out for us. Not just Badoodle and me versus the world anymore. Someone else is in our corner.

(And okay, of course there’s God. But you know what I mean.)

Oishi narrating

At some point, I found myself playing Pictionary with Anghelito. I was drawing Demonyito’s crimes with ketchup on a paper plate.

Susan interrupted, “So… angels huh? That means you’re our new BFFs. Let’s go to the mall! Eat siopao! Karaoke night! And it’s December, you know what that means?”

“Christ’s birth,” the angels said in perfect unison.

“And party!” Susan beamed.

The lights flickered. Then went out.

Susan narrating

Oishi barked like there was no tomorrow. Anghelito gave him a look and whispered, “Quiet, soldier.” Oishi obeyed.

We hid behind the curtains. The angels glowed, so I shoved them inside the cabinet.

Then we heard it—

“Susaaaaan… Oishiiii… yuhhooooo…”

It was Demonyito.

“Come out, I won’t bite. I brought siopao. I can help you clap back at that annoying coworker. I can get you a car loan for that hot pink car you’ve been eyeing. And Oishiiii… I can give you chicken every day. I’ll even let you pee on all the garden gnomes.”

I was tempted.

But Anghelito appeared out of nowhere and declared,

“Susan doesn’t need a clapback. The Lord said ‘Turn the other cheek.’”

Angelusito added,

“She doesn’t need the hot pink car. She works from home 4 days a week. And given your financial situation, you’ll be in debt until the next Jubilee year.”

They turned to Oishi.

“Chicken every day is not healthy. And it’s unhygienic to pee on gnomes.”

We stood our ground. I told Demonyito, “We don’t need your offers. Leave our home. And don’t come back.”

Oishi barked like a furry warrior.

Later that night…

I cooked dinner.

Boyo dropped by to fix the faucet. He asked if we were okay. I told him Oishi had a hyperactive episode and wrecked the house.

He didn’t believe me.

I packed his dinner to-go anyway. I’m not ready to explain angels and demons. Not yet.

At the table, the angels said, “We’re proud of you, Sus. And Badoodle—you didn’t give in.”

I smiled and joked, “So when you guys go back to heaven, can you tell Jesus to give me a raise so I won’t need that car loan?”

“She’s not joking,” Oishi mumbled.

Anghelito’s Epilogue

Susan and Oishi will still face life’s chaos—annoying things, tempting shortcuts, moments of loneliness.

But as long as they stay anchored in the Lord, they’ll be fine.

Still Rising. Still Barking 🐾