AFreeMan
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I'm sitting in an Indian restaurant with a lady friend and another couple. It is loud. There are lots of waiters moving around. The tables are quite close together. After we order 2 couples sit down at the table next to us. They are south Indian, speaking loudly in some south Indian tongue. One of them has a young child. The two women are sitting on one side of the table the two men opposite. They order drinks and settle down. They appear to be good friends, the two women are chatting away and the two men are talking. At my table we are happily discussing the food, travel and other miscellaneous stuff. We are distracted by the voices of the people to our right. Clearly one of the men is upset about something. He says something to his wife opposite who responds. I don't know the language she was speaking but I know the tone. CRACK! The woman is crying, I can see the outline on her dark skin of where the back of her husbands hand smacked her cheek. She's sobbing looking down at her plate. The husband turns to the man next to him and again, I don't know the words but I know the tone, he apologizes for his wife's behaviour and having to have him witness her slapped. The friend shrugs -- these things happen. They continue talking animatedly and quite happily. The other woman who had been talking and laughing with the now crying lady besides her keeps quiet, avoids eye contact and says nothing. The woman who was hit is no longer sobbing loudly, she is now crying quietly. They order food, the men quite happily chatting away, one woman silent and the other crying. The lady who was crying didn't receive any food, whether by choice or command I do not know. After about 40 minutes they pay the bill and get up to leave -- the men are quite drunk by now - the woman still crying quietly, a bruise forming on her cheek. As they get up the man pushes her in front of him in a rather haphazard, 'get moving if you no what's good for you manner'. He turns to me and shrugs, these things happen, women. I politely nod and give the slightest of smiles. They leave. Everyone at my table discusses the incident. The verdict is unanimous -- she pissed him of and embarrassed him in front of his friend. He is just drunk enough. She's going to get a thrashing when they get home. We finish dinner and drinks and pay the bill and leave after a very pleasant evening.
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