The Trouble Lady (Project of Love)

Chapters 2. Incitement

Ricky was still trying to digest the situation, then he looked at Arman with a doubtful look. "Professor, what does this mean?"

"I've said before, he's a subject. I chose him because his condition is quite interesting, about 2 years ago he had consulted me, but unfortunately he only came 1 time. But if this project succeeds, then it will be a positive thing for the whole world."

"What is the purpose of this research for?" ask Ricky.

"Remove human feelings." replied Arman with confidence.

"Is dad crazy?! If a heartless human is indeed it can be called a human again?! I don't support this project!" refute Aslan.

"Currently, all inventors were initially considered insane. Humans who wanted to fly eventually created the plane. Think about this, with feelings, people can be sad, angry, depressed, afraid. Humans who have that feeling have produced advanced technologies like today. What if there was someone who had no feelings whatsoever and focused only on science? Isn't this a new breakthrough for the world?"

"But dad ..."

"Shut up! There is no but! You're not the most important person here!"

As the atmosphere became silent, Aslan felt indignant but powerless against his father, while Arman instead ignored the words of his son and even continued to look at Ricky with a look of hope. But then Ricky put the file back on the table.

"Sorry professor, it seems I'm not suitable for this research project. I'm focused on surgery, you better find someone from the department of psychiatry" said Ricky who immediately made Arman's gaze turned cynical.

"Get out!!"

"Eh?!" Ricky jerks. "W-yes I'm out ..."

"not you! But Aslan's out!"

"Cock me ...??" Aslan was confused but his father still looked at him with a pushy gaze, finally he came out and now only Ricky and Arman are in the room.

"Hahh .. It's hard to convince you too, I think I have to say everything" Arman said, shaking his head.

"..."

I just saw the first professor who had this temperament.

Arman confirmed his sitting position and folded both hands. "I'll go straight, this is a golden opportunity for you to achieve more than you dream. Soon you will face the doctor certification exam, I am very confident that you will pass easily given your ability. But ... Have you never had more ambition than that?"

"Being a surgeon was a dream of mine for a long time. But was the intent of the professor just now something related to the position?" ask Ricky who is also getting serious.

"Yes, and through this research project I can help you. Your previous scientific works are admirable, but this one will be more challenging and influential. If it works, when the time comes I will help you get a degree as a professor by recommending you to become a new professor at this university."

"What?!" Ricky glares.

"We know that the professor is not an academic degree, but a position that is closely related to the position in college. That way, you might set a record as the youngest professor in the country. And not only that, not a few also your chance to contribute to the Medical Association. In short, this is a very dear opportunity to miss."

"But ... Still this is not a field I'm engaged in, what if I make a mistake? Examining someone's mentality is not a sure thing, and also whether the subject itself already knows this?" ricky asked doubtfully.

"The subject doesn't know yet, because it's confidential. You've seen Aslan's own reaction, it's very possible that there will be many people out there who oppose this for humanitarian reasons and so on. But if it succeeds certainly not a few people who are interested, the point of this research will cause pros and cons."

"Then what if the subject fights through the law?" ask Ricky again.

"You take it easy, there will be my acquaintances who take care of it. So actually there are already some who support this project, this time sponsor is also not arbitrary, if you need anything in this research then just say what you need."

"Ohh ... If this is confidential, how do I observe the subject up close? By faking identity?"

"Just right! I didn't choose the wrong person! Your identity will be forged into a student of the Department of Education Science of MIPA, later you will come to the school as a student who carries out PPL or Field Experience Program. Given your ability, I think PPL will be smooth because it is much simpler than the field you are currently engaged in. Maybe it will feel strange because it is a private school and only you are, if anyone asks then you just answer if the principal there is your relative. After all the principal of Sky Blue High School is also my acquaintance."

Arman once again thrust the file toward Ricky.

"A straight path without a hitch is already stretched out in front of you, and you seem to be interested as well. Take this file, it has all the information on the subject that the school knows."

Ricky was silent, for a moment he glanced at the file but then he looked down. "Can the professor give him time to think?"

Arman sighed. "1 day, take the file home and say tomorrow what you decided. If you refuse then forget everything I said just now!"

"Good prof," said Ricky as if not powered.

***

At night, in an apartment in the city center. Loft type 2 bedroom apartment, Ricky chose an apartment with 2 rooms because sometimes his parents also visit and stay there.

Ricky sits at his study desk flipping through pages of files provided by Arman. He thought so hard that he felt thirsty, then he drank a glass of coffee he had made before.

"Miss ... Nisa ..." she muttered.

"Professor Arman is quite famous and influential, he is also an expert in the field of psychology. If I contradict him, he might make it harder for me later. I'm not afraid, but it's hard if it happens."

Ricky ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Araghhh! I'm going crazy!"

"This is clearly against the law! The subject just does not know or even agree, what if later I only have to keep me imprisoned?"

"No! Anyway don't get it! From now on just in case ... every time I meet the professor I have to secretly record, anyway also collect evidence about the professor so that later he can not take off his hands so that!"

Ricky then went back to looking at the file.

"Surprisingly, here it is written that he excels in lessons and sports. Taekwondo championship, karate, kungfu blablabla ... Crazy one! Almost everything is being pushed! The physical is not maen ..."

Ricky turned the next page about Nisa's photos.

"Lohs?! How is he so small? Viewed from his face ... He's like an anemic who doesn't have the spirit of life."

Professor said about 2 years ago, Nisa was consulted at the age of 14 years. But there were no medical records of the illness or previous trauma experiences. Now I know why the professor called it such an interesting condition.

Ricky then continued reading until the last page. For a moment he pondered, then after that he took another sip of coffee until it ran out. He even put down the empty glass with vigor.

YANK!

"I've decided! Let's do it even though it's hard! I don't want to make trouble with the professor and then you get involved, let's be independent!"

Come to think of ... Maybe this is what is called coincidence. Last morning I ran out to graze the Blue Sky High School student, now I have a chance to find out who he is and apologize.

All I know is that she has blonde hair. While Nisa's the subject in the photo of her hair black, maybe later I should ask if she knows the same blonde hair.

"Okay, let's go to bed! Who knows, tomorrow is a tough day!"

***

Next day. Today Ricky woke up earlier than usual and quickly went to campus. Upon arrival at the campus, the place he first came to was Arman's room.

In the room it turns out Arman was waiting for Ricky's arrival. Even as soon as Ricky sat down, without further ado he immediately said, "How did you decide?"

"I take it." replied Ricky confidently.

"Haha! Nice, nice! Very good decision!" Arman laughed happily.

"Ehmc ... Professor, may I know why the professor chose me other than because of my ability? Even if you think about it skillfully, in this field it is clear that the students of professors are superior."

"Because I see potential in you. And it has to be honed. Your intelligence is not a determinant, mental is much more important. You could be a super duper genius who only needs 1 reading to understand the ins and outs of medical science. But that's not enough for you to be a real doctor. This research project will also benefit you, after this your mentality will be much stronger than before."

"That's it," Ricky then reached out his hand and smiled. "Let's shake prof's hand, as a sign of the start of this study."

Arman also smiles and shakes hands with Ricky. "Yes, please cooperate. But ... You're carrying a voice recorder pen as it turns out." said Arman as he glanced at the pocket of Ricky's alma mater.

"Eh?! How did the professor know?" instantly Ricky took off his handshake and his expression panicked.

"Because I also have one that models like that at home. By the way now I'm taking him, too" Arman pointed to the pencil on his desk.

"Haha, don't panic. I also do it just in case. Had this research been successful I was just worried you'd throw away my name and just put your name on it."

"O-ohh .. so anyway," Ricky then smiled awkwardly while scratching his nape. "I'm the same haha, too, I'm worried that the professor will later dump me if this research is successful."

"No need to feel bad. It's natural to worry."

"Yes, haha ..."

Thankfully, he misunderstood, and I thought the research was going to fail. But the professor is very optimistic, it seems like there is still something I do not know.

"Oh yes, your equipment such as new alma mater, identity card and others will be prepared today. Tomorrow you can go to High School. If there's an obstacle, you can ask Aslan for help."

"Eh? Didn't Aslan refuse yesterday?"

"I've been talking to the kid all night. After all you two will be friends, he will definitely help you. The rest is for your business on campus, as much as possible I'll arrange it so as not to bother you too much during research."

"Well, thank you for the professor's help ..."