2. Ramp

"Fresia!" someone call my name

she dragged her heavy cello

I run to her to help her, there's a ramp on this college, make lot people suffering. specially people who carry big instruments. just like my friend Nathalie, she always struggled bring her cello.

"thank you fresia" she smile while we drag her cello

"can't you stop call me Fresia? it's not my name"

"but you like that flower, small, beauty and sometimes fragile " she smile

"Nat, don't you feel tired bring this every day. how about you put in the locker?"

"hm, I can't. this is my treasure. all my parents money almost run out to pay my academy fee and buy this cello. I can put it just like that"

" how about..."

"don't say it"

we finally get to the corridor

"uh?"

"Clara, i know you have a good intention. but I will say no"

she dragged the cello in flat corridor without my help.

I look at the ramp, everybody struggles to walk pass it, even more struggles for people that carried heavy things. I ask the teacher once.

he said "musicians life isn't good as it's look. let the ramp remain you to over your struggle and keep walking what ever bad things come to you"

if I want I can destroy that ramp, I have that power. the power that also become a burden for me. as a daughter who own this music academy, I was pushed to be on top. no matter how hard I try they never satisfied. my finger's start hurt and bleeding, my shoulder feel pain but I must endure it.

"don't let her out of the room before she finishes her piece" my father command to my teacher

"but sir, her hands started to hurt"

"I don't care, I want perfection"

my teacher is one of top violinists in my country, she always look me with her sad eyes.

after my brother send overseas, all the burden to be a heirs and a well known musician is put on my shoulders.

I'll ended up everyday with new scratch in my fingers or even a bleed.

something I love become something I hate.

but my perfect note and tone as the one of my advantages never let me stop to hear a song or melody. I always know what people play and what mistakes they've made.

since some music professor said I'm a genius in music, my father begin to hard with me.

my brother is a pianist, he play piano since he was 6th, he believed will be a well known pianist for every achievement he had at such a young age. but something happen, his ear suddenly can't hear well. he started to be a temperamental, he angry at everything. his hearing getting worse. my father try to give him the best treatment and bring him to th best doctor. but the result is same. then my father try to give him some hearing aid. it's better, but something change. he can't play the piano well, he out of the tune, wrong tempo, false tone.

I remembered enter his chamber once. I found him sit in his piano chair.

"brother?"

"who let you in to my room?"

he yelled at me

"but brother I came here to see you, are you okay?"

"what? you ask if I was okay? are you happy now? I lost my hearing, I can't play piano again"

"no brother" I feel afraid

"you a dirty blood, don't dare to call me your brother " he push me until I fall to the floor

"I'll never give this family to you. don't dare to dream being a heirs. you just a dirty blood from your bitch mother"

I begin to cry. I know it, we have same father but different mother. his mother, my father official wife, she is the original owner of the academy. she married to my father and my father become the one who run the academy. they has one son, my step brother.

in other hand, I'm a daughter who born from a forbidden love between teacher and student. my mother is a violinist, she then had an affair with my father, she pregnant. she die several days after I born. I was send to an orphanage. until I was 6th years old, when my father heard a news that I had incredibly perfect tone. he bring me to some professor to get a convincing evidence and yes I was gifted by a perfect tone and sensitive touch to music. he bring me to the house.

my step brother was nice at first, until her mother begin to talk about bad things. about me who will take his position as a heir. after his hearing problem he begin to believe all his mother said to him.

"get out!"

I stand and walk out from the room, after that he is send overseas to take a better treatment. it's been half year.

I still stand at th corridor, I close my eyes. i said to myself that I'll search for some distractions for all my pain. who ever pass me first and talk to me, I'll grab his or her hands and make their wish become true, if they want to spend time with me and escape with me just for one day.

I hope it won't be some jerks or weird people, i fell someone pass me, one by one, but no one talk to me. my eyes still close.

"are you okay?" some voice , sopran, boy voice, his age older than me like maybe one or two. has a sharp nose, not smoking, I can know everything just from his voice tone. definitely not a jerk.

I open my eyes, I grab his hands

"tell me your wish!, I'll grant for you"

he looks surprises.