“AAARG!”

            PLAK! PLAK! BUGH! PRANG!

            I've resigned. My body was crushed, and my mouth was full of blood. I don't know how many new bruises there are on my body. Look, that guy is still nagging. I didn't listen. For what? After all, I have hated him for quite a while.

            I didn't get hurt, but my body was broken. The taste is light. Not thinking about anything, my mind was blank. Even so, I could still see my mother sitting limp after being pushed by that person. She grimaced in pain. Gosh, what did he do to my mother? And behind the wall separating the kitchen, my brother squatted in fear.

            Not. Please don't shed any more tears. Endure. Do not allow dripping. Hicks!

            I raised my head, looking at the dimly shining light bulb. White. Dim. I'm sure in the next few days the light will die and be replaced with a new light bulb. It is possible that the new light bulb is brighter and more durable than this one. Ah, I don't know what light bulb it is and how bright the light it emits will be. But it does not rule out the possibility, that the replacement lamp is the same as the old one, or even worse.

            If only you knew my pain. Since childhood, I was treated harshly. The innocent little girl who didn't know anything slapped, pushed and pulled, dragged, pelted hard objects, and drowned in the bathtub of the house. Not uncommon. Often. It was always that way because of a mistake that I myself don't remember. However, how much of a mistake did the little girl make to be treated like that? Is it appropriate? I have asked my mother. And after a little coercion, the reason that person was violent was just because of fighting over toys with my brother.

            Crazy. That guy is so crazy. At that time I was just an innocent little girl. Four to twelve years old I lived with that lunatic. What I still feel today is the sensation when my body feels light, my vision blurry, and the blood in my mouth. My body is full of moisture. Surprisingly, I can still laugh and live a normal life now. Surprisingly, I didn't hate that person back then. Surprisingly, this innocent little girl can still laugh and joke sincerely.

            "What?! Take care of your eyes! A child, let alone a woman, doesn't deserve such a look!"

            "WHY?!" I reflexively shouted. "Is there a difference between men and women? Men are freer, taller, greater, and have power over everything. That's what you think. So?!"

            "Control your emotion!"

            "SHUT UP! I HAVEN’T FINISHED TALKING YET!." I shouted as I pointed at him, glaring at him. "In fact, women are more perfect than men. You can get pregnant and give birth? Not. But we can do everything that men can do. Males cannot live without females. But we can live alone, we don't need men. It's useless." I'm still mutilating it. "You're the one who's supposed to control your emotions, Dad. This daughter of yours, you've hurt a little bit. Now, harvest what you planted first."

            BRAK!

            He threw another wooden chair at me but was held back by my younger brother. He is strong. He is the one who has always protected me lately, from our own father. Meanwhile, our mother, stood in front of me trying to calm me down. Thank goodness he wasn't slapped and thrown at her while protecting me like he used to. Thankfully, my younger brother can not only crouch in fear like he used to.

            Time has gone by long enough. No more innocent girls who easily forgive and laugh only after being given a lollipop. There is no longer an innocent girl who just resigns and cries herself being treated unfairly. There is only me now. I'm used to it, I'm the strong. I am the one who has a grudge against the past. I'm the one who can do whatever I want. Not like him. I'm a woman, I'm perfect.

            If you want to know the basis of this current problem, only the problem of clean clothes that have not been ironed. Piled up, and it made him angry. He blamed my mother, who also worked all day. He was stupid. Forcing Women to take care of everything, and take care of themselves. He didn't realize, who here is more able to do everything. My mother works, not because our family is short of money. My father was a senior manager in a state enterprise. His salary a month is more than enough to support the four of us. But my mother still works, to maintain herself, so as not to be underestimated. My mother's income is not much different from that of my father. However, it is still underestimated just because she is a woman. Crazy! Women are more perfect. And still, my mother was pressured to do all the housework.

            Oh my God! The man is crazy respectful. They insist on being glorified by women who are clearly nobler because they can bring humans into this world. They are arrogant. They want everything perfect in their eyes, by making women enslave. They consider women as a tool to produce offspring and as a display to show off to friends. Crazy! Can I stay silent knowing such a person? He is my father. He looks down on women and looks down on me. I'm smart, I'm diligent, I'm beautiful, like my mother before marriage. I won't be like my mother. I am too precious for a man to have.