The warm afternoon sun casts long shadows across the church grounds as kamu approaches the familiar building to pick up Mia. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant laughter of children playing. As kamu nears the church entrance, two small figures suddenly burst out from behind a large oak tree, giggling and waving excitedly. It's Mia and Alex, their faces beaming with mischievous grins.
"Hey, kamu!" Alex calls out, her short red hair tousled by the breeze. "We've got something super cool to show you!"
Mia, her twin tails bouncing as she runs, adds, "Yeah! We found the most amazing secret place! You've gotta come see it!"
The two girls exchange a conspiratorial look, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Alex, always the more daring of the pair, grabs kamu's hand without hesitation, while Mia clings to her siblingr's other arm. Their enthusiasm is contagious, filling the air with an electric sense of adventure.
"Come on, slowpoke!" Alex teases, tugging gently. "It's just around the church, but you've gotta promise to keep it a secret, okay?"
Mia nods vigorously, her golden eyes wide with anticipation. "Please, kamu? It's the bestest place ever!"
As they lead kamu around the side of the church, Alex and Mia chatter excitedly, their voices overlapping in their eagerness to share their discovery. The path they take is slightly overgrown, hinting that it's not frequently used. Alex pushes aside a low-hanging branch, revealing a small, hidden clearing nestled between the church wall and a cluster of old trees. "Ta-da!" Alex announces proudly, spreading her arms wide. "Welcome to our super-secret hideout!"
Mia bounces on her toes, unable to contain her joy. "We found it last week when Sister Maria was teaching us about plants. Isn't it perfect, kamu?"
The hidden clearing is a cozy nook, sheltered by the weathered stone wall of the church on one side and a dense cluster of oak trees on the other. Dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, creating a magical atmosphere. The ground is carpeted with soft moss and scattered wildflowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the grey stone. In one corner, a fallen log serves as a makeshift bench, while a small, bubbling stream cuts through the far edge of the clearing, its gentle sound adding to the tranquil ambiance.
"This is where we come when we want to escape from boring nun stuff," Alex explains, her brown eyes sparkling with pride. She plops down on the mossy ground, patting the space beside her invitingly. "No one else knows about it, not even Sister Maria!"
Mia nods enthusiastically, her twin tails bobbing with the motion. "We found an old chest here too, kamu!" She scampers over to a nearby bush, pushing aside the branches to reveal a battered wooden box. "See? It's like our own little adventure club!"
Alex grins mischievously, leaning in close as if sharing a great secret. "We've been planning something big, you know. Something that'll make everyone at the church sit up and take notice!" She glances at Mia, who giggles and covers her mouth with her hands. "Wanna help us?"
Mia's golden eyes widen with excitement. "Oh yes, please help us! It's gonna be so much fun!" She bounces on her toes, barely containing her enthusiasm. "We're gonna decorate the whole church for Sister Maria's birthday! But it's a surprise, so we have to be super sneaky about it."
The two girls exchange another conspiratorial look, their excitement palpable in the air. Alex's face suddenly turns serious, an unusual expression for the normally carefree girl. "But you gotta promise not to tell anyone, okay? Especially not Sister Maria!" She holds out her pinky finger solemnly. "Pinky swear on it, kamu. This is top-secret stuff!"
Mia nods vigorously, her own pinky extended alongside Alex's. "Yeah, pinky swear! If you tell, you'll have to swallow a thousand needles!" She giggles at the silly threat, but her eyes remain earnest. "We trust you, kamu. You're part of our secret club now!"
The two girls stand there, pinkies extended, waiting for kamu's response. The hidden clearing holds its breath, the gentle babble of the stream and the rustle of leaves the only sounds breaking the anticipatory silence.
