THREE ANGEL'S
Meet again.
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The next day...
Triple A had woken up earlier, because they wanted to jog. The residents of the mansion have not come out of hiding because last night they barbeque until late at night, actually barbeque events quickly finished just a long conversation until late at night. They rarely get together like this.
Triple A is ready to go out jogging with sportswear and sports shoes. Just like that, their appearance was stunning for the man in the eyes of the basket.
They use the car to go to the park, because it is quite far if they have to run or walk.
They arrive at the park the atmosphere still looks quiet, although today is the weekend because the triple A came too early.
They got out of the car and ran around the park. As they ran from behind a handsome man approached them.
"Can join?" ask the man. Triple A looked over for a while but they did not reply at all and continued running. The man offset the running triple A.
"Ngapain followed?" ask Lica. The man deliberately approached Lica. Even though their faces were the same but his heart beat was only on the girl, while on the others it was not. So the man was convinced that it was this girl who shook his heart for the first time.
Yes the young man was Abigail, he accidentally met a triple A at the park. Lina and Lita don't care at all.
Lica kicks Abigail, but with Abigail's nimble evasive attitude, then Lica runs after her two brothers. Because the pepper is far behind.
"Interesting...!" abigail muttered with a smile. Then he ran the other way and did not follow Lica again.
Lica looked back looking for the man but there was no more.
"Why do I care about him?" inner Lica.
"What concerns?" ask Lita.
"Ah that's okay" replied Lica.
"Don't lie, we know you were approached by that guy, right?" ask Lita.
"Maybe he's straying," replied the original Lica.
"But his face is familiar, I think I've seen it, but where?" ask Lina.
"Already, don't think it's not important," replied Lica ketus. Then they sat in the garden chair and wiped the sweat on their faces.
'What time do we go to Opa's friend's place?" ask Lita.
"You wanna come too?" ask Lina.
"Follow dong, we are also curious about the story of Opa and your dreams," replied Lica.
"Then we go home now, the sooner the better, because I'm also curious," said Lina.
They got up from their seats and walked over to their car.
While Abigail is still in the car to return to her apartment, although she has a mansion but she prefers to live alone in the apartment.
"I need to find out who they really are? I forgot to ask her name, "monologist Abigail.
Abigail calls Arga the assistant, she will ask Arga to find the girl's identity. The girl who had unknowingly stolen his heart.
"Hello young master," replied Arga across the phone.
"Hmmm, I want information about the girl, find out about them" Abigail ordered. Arga did not have time to answer, the phone connection has been severed unilaterally.
Abigail already knew for sure who came was her assistant. Abigail opened the door immediately.
"What did you get?" ask Abigail to the point.
"Let me enter first sir" replied Arga.
"Hmmm, come in" Abigail ordered.
Then Arga handed over the blue map and it was confirmed that it was information about triple A. Abigail opened it.
"What'sthis? No information whatsoever?" abigail asked in a slightly raised voice.
"Sorry young master, their data is impenetrable. And I only got this information," replied Arga lowered his head.
"If their data is impenetrable, it means their data is protected. Only one family that can not be penetrated by their data is the data of the Henderson family." murmured Abigail.
"Sorry young master, I've tried my best but their data oath is impenetrable. I just got their names and their nicknames as three Angels" Arga said.
"Hmmm, yes I have. I'll find out for myself" Abigail replied at last. After providing inaccurate information because they can not penetrate their data, Arga also paid home. because today is weekend so they do not work in the office. But Abigail even if not to the office she will find busy with working in the apartment.
Abigail entered her study next to her room. He opened his laptop and tried to find out about the three Angels. Abigail is an expert in IT, but her expertise is still under twin 7 and triple A.
One hour, two hours, three hours to six hours Abigail tried to penetrate the data about triple A but could not.
While the triple A inside Lina's room immediately counterattacked the person trying to figure out their information. With the maximum speed of his finger typing the email on his laptop. Sending viruses to make the opponent's computer can not operate.Triple A then bertos ria because they managed to damage the computer owned by the opponent.
While Abigail swore because the computer she had burned and came out smoke.
"S*al... Who are they?" abigail's Oath.
"Are they protected by that mysterious hacker?" inner Abigail.
Abigail asks Arga to buy a new computer. And explained that his computer was broken.
"Hahaha," Arga laughed across the phone, as Abigail was calling Arga at the moment.
"What's so funny? You don't love your job anymore?" ask Abigail.
"Sorry young master, I will look for a more sophisticated computer" replied Arga.
"Hmmm, hurry up" Abigail ordered, then turned off her call.
"Well, why is my computer broken?" inner Abigail.
While triple A was laughing giggling in their room. Because it successfully sends a virus until the opponent's computer is damaged.
"You guys go back to your room, I want to take a shower and get ready to go with Opa" said Lina then got up from her seat and walked towards the bathroom.
Braak..the bathroom door was closed tightly making Lita and Lica shocked. The two quickly walked out of Lina's room. They also want to take a shower and go to their Opa friends.
"I'm still curious about my dreams" Lina muttered as she flushed her body against the wall.
Yes today they're going to his opanya friend's place and find out where he is. Because Lina suspected there was a secret hidden all along. And this puzzle has not been solved by the brain of genius Lina.
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